2004/11/22
I have tickets to go and see the Laibach concert in Amsterdam.
When I was at university my good friend Ritz was given these tapes from some other friend of his. We ended up listening to the strange music, and I became entranced with it. One memorable night becoming sloshed on whiskey, stands out. Lying on our backs in the dark we listened to the eerie chilling music belting out. It was so vividly visual and horrible, yet scarily familiar due to the police state we ourselves were living in at the time.
And now years later, I don't live in the terrible times of Johannesburg in the eighties, and I finally get to see the band in concert.
Just heard a track on the radio- "MAMA LEONE" oooooh it is beyootiful. I canna wait for this coming saturday...
It is 03:30 on the 18th December 2004 as I type this. I had told myself never to blog when drunk, as I tend to write the most unmitigated codswallop. And yet, they drew their plans against us... Cue the John Williams soundtrack. Kudos if you get that one, and can explain why Steven Spielberg can't use the same theme music. It just GOES together like cheese and chutney, fuckit! Back from the Laibach concert in the Melkweg, Anthony joined me and we had an absolute blast. The concert was amazing, and afterwards we kept partying and dancing to what only can be described as the direct opposite of Laibach. That was better than the drum-and-bass they were playing in the hall that Laibach just finished in. Weird segue that was, mind-fuck. Oh yeah, we certainly had a good time.
Am I a happy camper? Even after being treated like dog-shite at the cafe where the after-party was supposed to be as advertised on a flyer distributed at the venue? Yep. Fuckem. They need to remove their blinkers at that cafe. It was not possible to ruin a good evening.
