Aliens@T-4-2-Ceremony

A lot of you out there if you can be even bothered to read all this stuff might think I'm just a miserable old bastard coming down on every~body / thing that pisses me even the slightest bit off......partly true, but I try to keep an open mind. I don't spend all my time dissing partypeoples or moaning about the horrible state of the world....just a question of keeping a balance - on the ball, knowing who the enemy is, not forgetting to have a good time. The party gig on Saturday was great - big gaff, loads of good food, booze, people, two room DJ setup, a bit chav-central in places but at least concentrated into ghettos (the kitchen?? very english!) so enough space to cater for all palates......and no real serious aggro towards us the whole night (= as in "When I left at 9.30am the groove was still going strong."). Pill / Powder fuelled of course, which I can honestly well do without...too dark for my taste, white but dark - still making it through the night on loads of weed and a couple of glasses of wine.....red + green, stop + go.....good enough for me. Highlights of the gig - local Hastings-based blues singer Mama Josie seriously belting it out over funk-hop trax with live scratch, very electric sax + flute (see previous post), and our new wonder-mix-man processing everything in sight from the music to the stars......so it seemed anyway....and not forgetting the usual top-draw VJ-ing. We didn't get into too much of the seriously X-periMental stuff we've been playing around with at our own open rehearsal parties - total free electronics, ambient to fierce --->> we stuck with laying down more grooves and tried to leave some open spaces normally overflowing with background noises, but still a lot of it was already way pretty way out over the collective heads of the majority......not to sound elitist.....just the way it is......also I guess those ancient oriental scales can sometimes be very powerful (spiritually speaking), and intense - a lot of people haven't yet developed their sonic senses enough to know how to deal with it. So they stuck to the well-worn path of Bm-Ch-Bm-Ch-Bm-Ch in the main room eardrumbleeding scene (bad move to put the food table 3 inches away from the sound system - didn't seem to bother most people......all deaf?). We were much more user-friendly on that score....copped the billiard room opening out into the chill sofa optional dance salon sector....the house was apparently on loan from the Kaiser Chief's manager - he wasn't there (just namedropping, maybe not even true?)...the vibes were though......HomeGrown dishing the dirt once again...here we come, shaking the invisible walls between reality and the rest of the planet....

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