A quick summary
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petroniaForgot to mention in the other post that Sakki also sent a sketch onna card. ♥ (Haha he almost looks like me these days, clothes/glasses/accessory-wise... if I had even more hair...) ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fabulous_papaya's card arrived as well. XD
The odd thing was I got up the next morning still able to smell the bpal oils, and went and slathered Polo on myself. XD I think I'm not a big fan of a patchouli drydown, I like amber better as a base note. But the more I smell patchouli, the more I get this left-field urge to play Pink Floyd - it's quite amazing.
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Lady Sovereign = awesome, all 45 minutes of her. The venue = TEH SUCK MOST AMAZING, including the 20-minute trek on slippery iced-up sidewalks from the nearest metro station, the non-working stage amps and the boggling crush at coat check winding down two flights of fire-trap stairs. No encore because everyone has to be kicked out by 10:15... what? At least the walk back wasn't too bad, I caught the bus.
Sure of the order of the first few and the last few, not so sure about the middle: Blah Blah Blah / Random / Tango / Nine to Five / Sad Arse Strippa / something I don't know the name of but that involved a broom and being beaten over the head with it / Ch-Ching / Fiddle With the Volume / Hoodie / Public Warning (I think this is new?)
What I heard of Guislain Poirier (the opener) sounded pretty good but I'd turned up late and was tired enough that it took me a while to get into the gig groove, so wasn't able to formulate more of an opinion. Crowd was expats who knew how to dance and hipsters who turned up out of curiosity and desire for edumacation. Lady Sov was funny and quite charming in a sassy teenager who likes to make burp jokes sort of way, but it was impossible to see or think of her as any older than fifteen, which put the mosh pit into a sort of high school end of year talent show atmosphere, only with more talented talent than usual. And this although she was constantly chugging beer. XD; She had three Boreals lined up, drank one, gave the other two away to the crowd (!), drank half a glass of some sort of hard lemonade, spilt quite a lot of it, shared the rest with a guy in the audience, was offered a joint by someone in the front row (BONJOUR MONTREAL), kicked the amps often in frustration, took off her hoodie, her jumper and her shoes and thus did part of the set in socks. Also there was a moment of WTF hilarity when someone in the audience insisted on a personal acquaintance with the girl described in "Tango".
But yeah. Does teen pop potential equal at least in part the ability to get "sophisticated" twenty to thirtysomethings to hallucinate they're fifteen again? Cos that was definitely the odd thing.
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Pandora game might be too hard without hints at that (btw I find the first three songs are always the most useful in terms of identifying the sound, after that the algorithm tends to wander off and must be reined in more or less forcibly by the user). ^^; Um, 'tis dance (duh) and German, but not Kompakt.
fabulous_papaya's card arrived as well. XDThe odd thing was I got up the next morning still able to smell the bpal oils, and went and slathered Polo on myself. XD I think I'm not a big fan of a patchouli drydown, I like amber better as a base note. But the more I smell patchouli, the more I get this left-field urge to play Pink Floyd - it's quite amazing.
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Lady Sovereign = awesome, all 45 minutes of her. The venue = TEH SUCK MOST AMAZING, including the 20-minute trek on slippery iced-up sidewalks from the nearest metro station, the non-working stage amps and the boggling crush at coat check winding down two flights of fire-trap stairs. No encore because everyone has to be kicked out by 10:15... what? At least the walk back wasn't too bad, I caught the bus.
Sure of the order of the first few and the last few, not so sure about the middle: Blah Blah Blah / Random / Tango / Nine to Five / Sad Arse Strippa / something I don't know the name of but that involved a broom and being beaten over the head with it / Ch-Ching / Fiddle With the Volume / Hoodie / Public Warning (I think this is new?)
What I heard of Guislain Poirier (the opener) sounded pretty good but I'd turned up late and was tired enough that it took me a while to get into the gig groove, so wasn't able to formulate more of an opinion. Crowd was expats who knew how to dance and hipsters who turned up out of curiosity and desire for edumacation. Lady Sov was funny and quite charming in a sassy teenager who likes to make burp jokes sort of way, but it was impossible to see or think of her as any older than fifteen, which put the mosh pit into a sort of high school end of year talent show atmosphere, only with more talented talent than usual. And this although she was constantly chugging beer. XD; She had three Boreals lined up, drank one, gave the other two away to the crowd (!), drank half a glass of some sort of hard lemonade, spilt quite a lot of it, shared the rest with a guy in the audience, was offered a joint by someone in the front row (BONJOUR MONTREAL), kicked the amps often in frustration, took off her hoodie, her jumper and her shoes and thus did part of the set in socks. Also there was a moment of WTF hilarity when someone in the audience insisted on a personal acquaintance with the girl described in "Tango".
But yeah. Does teen pop potential equal at least in part the ability to get "sophisticated" twenty to thirtysomethings to hallucinate they're fifteen again? Cos that was definitely the odd thing.
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Pandora game might be too hard without hints at that (btw I find the first three songs are always the most useful in terms of identifying the sound, after that the algorithm tends to wander off and must be reined in more or less forcibly by the user). ^^; Um, 'tis dance (duh) and German, but not Kompakt.
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Date: 2005-12-03 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-03 06:56 pm (UTC)My mother's much more sensitive to perfume than I am, so there are scents she's forbidden me to wear around the house. ^^;
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Date: 2005-12-03 09:41 pm (UTC)I had someone tell me that I'm probably sensitive to comercial perfumes because of the sage oil that's in most of them. No idea if it's true.
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:13 pm (UTC)My skin apparently rather dislikes patchouli. It dislikes a lot of notes, actually, but anything strong/incensey/smoky and dark tends to slap me in the face in a bad way. Which makes pickings slim for me since practically half the BPAL catalogue has patchouli in it some way or another. BAH.