Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 12 September, 2002 - Print Version
It's no coincidence that I needed to get out of the house on the first anniversary of the Great Tragedy. Mainstream Media have been whoring out the memories of the dead for the past year and tonight is their big night. So to escape the viewing horrors that I’d seen a year previous, the best solution would be to celebrate local music and it’s musicians in the heart of our foul city.
Club77 is an underground venue. Both in terms of geographical location and the nature of the bands they show. Alternative. Unpopular. Yet tonight a larger crowd than I had expected had gathered to see Noogie. I was there to see Bluedawn. Each time I've seen them they've played better and tonight was no exception. Except the amount of "better" seems to be growing exponentially. I'd left the house early knowing they were on at 8 and also knowing that I'd get lost driving into the heart of the city. Last time, I'd parked a few blocks south of the Kings Cross Main Strip, which meant there were a few hookers nearby when I'd left my vehicle. I'd hoped they were still there when I needed to find the car again, as I'd not bothered to look at any of the other surroundings.
And I know 77 is a City Venue, but that doesn't justify selling beers for $6 a bottle. Another good reason to drive; it makes you remember that you can't drink saving you money and disappointment. The thing that caught my eye though was the 3/4 full bottle of Absinthe on the shelf. Backlit and glowing pale glue, I was drawn to it. I’ve had an urge to consume this horrible liquor since watching Johnny Depp in From Hell. I'd read about the effects of the wormwood borne thujone and it's rumoured effects. I found myself yearning to try it. But I had driven, and I had partaken in a beer earlier, so that ruled out any experimentation into that world.
Which brings us to Noogie. Noogie are a rock band. A pop-rock band. With a small following, but that's only because they're not popular yet. They're about to tour with Midnight Oil, which should put them at the bus-stop to stardom; if not the bus, along with every other hip-dressing baggy-pantsed rock and/or roller group that ever strung a few chords together.
Finagle with our bagel and keep a fresh and up-to-date eyeball on our latest reviews, articles and filthy somesuch. Mmm doughy.
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