That was one of the best Salient parties I’ve been to, and I’ve been to a few. I got to meet the lovely Juliet Buckler, who was demurer than I anticipated. I haven’t been doing much for the past month except alleviating my heightened stress levels by visiting Kilbirnie, so it was good to see everyone. Okay, there was one person who made me go “Waargh! Holy Hell!” internally when I saw her, but out of a whole room of Wellingtonians one isn’t bad. It was also nice to see some of my favourite women friends dancing together, but oh, those shitty Michael Jackson remixes that everyone’s playing at the moment…
Afterwards, as inevitably as dreaming about going to Manderley in a Daphne du Maurier novel, I went to Mighty Mighty with Pippa and MJO. Hipsters are hilarious. At one point I saw four people in skinny jeans, a baggy T-shirt and little caps take photos of each other simultaneously, and you know it’s going straight onto their Facebook page. We watched a band I thought were called The Crack Arse 5 who (disappointingly but logically) turned out to be The Crackhouse 5. Imagine the Beastie Boys with a tiny but obvious record collection. I recognised all the samples but couldn’t make out a word, although the slideshow was impressive. Afterwards came Diana Rozz, who were good, but again I could not make out a word. Aha, Grant is getting old! Yes, but you don’t have to be Martin Hannet to know that if you put the vocal, keyboard, guitar and drum needles in the red, it will all sound shitty.
