I was chatting to a friend tonight who booked us tickets to see John Vlismas this coming Saturday to cheer me up after a rather wasteful submission to depression recently. Apparently I'm the only one of his friends who likes stand-up comedy. Before I knew it, he'd convinced me I was coming with him next Saturday to see The Exploited, who are finally coming over to SA to perform. I almost laughed off my chair. Granted, Johnny Rotten is still out there, making the odd rather unsettling appearance, but Wattie Buchan and the boys? Performing here? Turns out my friend possibly has an interview with him, which means all those interesting backstage politics, not to mention bumping past the groupies. We laughed about the kind of crowd this sort of gig would attract and there's no way I'm going to this thing without my camera. We're rather sentimental about The Exploited because I guess it takes us back to our punk/goth days when we lived together (see http://marciaatomicsoda.blogspot.com/2008/03/restless-leather.html. We'd walk past a busker playing a violin and Krash would ask, "Got any Exploited?"
The reason he wants me to accompany him to this gig? He rates me as one of the "cool people"...I gotta giggle at that because I hit 40 in 4 years time. Still got my tattoos and black hair and that odd little edge that either intrigues or disturbs people at weddings and baby showers, but otherwise I'm pretty harmless! Nevertheless, it's a great reason to get dressed up in the ol' leathers, slap on a bit of make-up and watch a fascinating evening of events.
And wonder at how much I've changed, actually. Thankfully.
