Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming

Showered, breakfasted, caffeinated and waiting for the first of three pupils having lessons today. The Met Office says it's going ot be sunny today but the sky is standard issue battleship grey today.

Went to a goth club in Camden Town, 'No Tears', organised by Cavey Nik of Dead & Buried. A good time with friends -different petals of the wenn diagram of the london goth world. A strange counterpoint (for me) with the latin club upstairs, occasionally pumping out salsa amdst a barrage of what people really listen to in those countries (like my original Venezuela) which is no longer salsa but that abomination, reggeton (sp?) which is a sort of latin hip hop with very bland music and, most often, extremely offensive, misogynistic, violent words. But the occasional bursts of salsa made me think of how I hated that music when it was the mainstream in the working class neighbourhood in West Caracas where I was growing up, incapable of dancing it, etc and which I now I see of one of the symptoms of social alienation of young Flavio. Have I outgrown that? I feel much more at home now, or did until three years ago. Odd how those things work. May elaborate on this at a later point as it has for me lots of contradictions and questions about myself.

I never seem to post anymore about my activities on the week-end as I used to do in my Livejournal days (for those reading this on Livejournal, I'm posting to Dreamwidth these days, some get reposted to LJ). The natural progression of getting a bit older and less keen or able to take on all-nighters may be part of it, as is the fact that I always have things to do on a Sunday which means that, wherever I am by 1:00 am on a Saturday night I'm beginning to think I should be trying to catch up on sleep (which, again, seems to get progressively more difficult). I do go to a lot of club nights, birthday parties and the like but I never seem to stay more than two hours, three at the most. Last night was an exception at Mondlicht, a quarterly-what to call it? post-punk? goth? night in the basement of the Albany pub in Gt Portland St. Dancing and catching up with peeps in a settng where dancing is sort of natural and catching up is doable as the sound levels although loud do not make impossible to talk. First time I stay till closing time in quite a while.

The gig by Fields of Nephilim last night at The Forum was excellent. They still are of course a sort of gothic Pink Floyd but I'm ok with that, I like that sort of thing. Intriguing that the venue wasn't remotely full -not empty, by any means, but not filled up to capacity. As has been the case with so many of those things, given my personal history, I was only dimly aware of them at the time, back there then, and didn't really followed their stuff until much later; only belatedly have I been catching up with what they've done.

After the gig, outside the venue, there was the assortment of friends, including some that were going to be going back in for the private party with the band. And the crazy lady* trying to persuade my friend to get her in so she could hand this flyer on some Jehova's Witness related website to FoN's front man. 'Rescue me' my friend whispered in my ear but there was no escape from all that intensity other than they going in and me disappearing pronto and hoping crazy lady doesn't realise I live right there across from the venue. Apart from that slightly uncomfortable episode, a very good evening of music and friends.

* Yes, I know that's not a word I should be using. She probably needs help, she probably isn't getting it. But this is a very difficult person to be around of, makes me (and not just me) spike up in anxiety and stress.

In case anyone still reads this: A New Dusk tonight at Aces & Eights in
Tufnell Park.
"Spinning contemporary post-punk, minimal, and cold wave"

Djs Dave Exile, Robert Cowlin and Matthew Coulam.

Facebook event here:

<https://www.facebook.com/events/936927466385578/>

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"WHAT HAPPENS WHEN GOTHS GROW UP?"
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