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Had a brainstorm with Classical about Tchaikovsky yesterday and learnt a whole lot from these people who are SO DIFFERENT from me, thick glasses and chinos and clearly enunciated vowels and passionate opinions on whether or not the key of B Minor can be visualised as a line of blue.
Tchaikovsky was a right eccentric, it seems.
Posh family but dig a little and all sorts of sordid details about fucking young boys in alleys and suicide by cholera arise. He lived with his morphine addict sister whilst having an affair with his 14 yr old nephew. He married a fan who wrote to him obsessively but then regretted his decision so much that he tried to drown himself 2 weeks later; she ended up in a russian mental institution but they never divorced.
Post brainstorm a friend had a spare ticket for a random concert at kokos, A Silver Mt Zion, offshoot from Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
Crisps for dinner with pimms and lemonade followed by gin and tonics and post-rock experimental string compositions of classical proportions.
I had to beg loads of loud wankers to pleeeeeeeeeease be quiet so we could hear the music. honestly, why would you pay £15 to go to a gig and then shout through the whole thing? or maybe i was the obnoxious one, daring to enjoy a 25 minute song with no discernible chorus or hook. Popular culture: even our music is jumped up on caffeine, crazed cartoon characters pimping glossy vocal overdubs like plumped botox lips.
Dance More! shouted one of the tossers in the audience and i saw the disappointment on the violinist's face.