Current mood:	anxious (just about all the fucking work I have to do this week)
Current music:	Kids Near Water - Some Free Advice

When it comes to you, I step on cracks.
Bomb Ibiza: The venue is mint, it's on this street where all the buildings are built into the arches under the train tracks, so they have curved ceilings. It used to be a big indie club but has since gone into obscurity (not surprising, many people had never even heard of it). You can tell, its definitely got that Madchester/Britpop cool to it. Posters all over, plain brick and iron walls, it looks like a bog standard factory from the outside. And a fucking balcony!

The only thing wrong with it is the sound system. We couldn't put the volume up too far or it cut off to protect the speakers, and the place needs more speakers, because its a lot less encouraging to dance. Every CD sounded different. On the uphand, the delectable Alex came all the way up to do the raffle draw, I'm getting more comfortable just being left to DJ by myself for an hour, and I sold 4 or 5 'zines (cheer simmo).

I like Japanese films. I always notice the long takes, long pauses without music, with no sound at all sometimes. Like cut scenes in games. The ones marketed here also tend to be FUCKING MENTAL.

I bought a pre-owned Kids Near Water EP a few days ago. The first one. I got it because I instantly recognised the cover. It reminds me of being 15, and being in Dave's room and wondering what all this stuff was he listened to. Of course that reminded me of batterred copied tapes that I still own and play to death, and getting stoned on the old train tracks, and all nighters in his living room. I looked up to him, I suppose I still do, but not in the same way. He can be a fuckwit in his ways, but he's always seemed cool to me. I keep meaning to phone him. Whenever I mention him in here I get all soppy. It must seem like I fancy him.