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rruffian · 5 years

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pt. 4

i’m still zonked out and coming down with a cold as expected, so here goes nothing:

i’ve already grumbled irl about how the way this trip went down sapped me of my energy to the extent where i was literally in bed 70% of the time, instead of doing my usual hitting-4-or-5-spots-a-day thing. genuinely don’t regret any of it, though, and paying a physical price for emotional peaks seems to be a running theme, considering who we’re dealing with here.

coming back to that first night after i gave them the gifts, and even earlier to my epic meltdown of ‘17-‘18, i’ve decided i don’t actually like talking about What The Libertines Did/Do For Me, because on the several occasions that i’ve tried, i’ve always regretted it afterwards, for several reasons: feels cheap, feels like oversharing, impossible to pin down, leaves you having to talk around it like an inarticulate bumble, and just when you think you’ve finally found the right verbiage or frame of reference, it slips away again. i guess this has become one of the things i don’t like to put into words for fear of betraying its sanctity, or shortchanging its importance. from what i gather, the effect they have is more or less universal, so i am content to share this unnamable emotional reality with all of you <3 it’s a privilege to know it exists at all.

this was my first time seeing them live, and a luxurious experience from start to finish. getting to stand at a technically seated gig buffered by two rows of seats is so amazing it’s dumb: so much breathing space on every side, you get to sit down as you wait and during the break, i took 3 of my 4 layers off and put them on the seat with my bag, kicked my shoes off, didn’t even overheat, my drink and ice water were under the seat in front of me where no one could knock them over. unheard of. spoiled, truly. i did queue 3hrs before doors, even though i only wanted row 2-3 and not front, just thought i might as well. also stuck around in the alley both nights, to hang out with y’all mainly, as i didn’t have anything else to ask them or ask of them, but also as a continuation of the vigil aspect of it. waiting for something you’d wanted, and then waiting for godotthe sake of waiting.

the only downsides were the opening act and the drunk fanboys getting rowdy during their favorite anthems. the act in question:

lush, but sadly he has since shaved it all off. meet kazunobu mineta, of ging nang boyz. ever watch those weeaboo cringe compilations on youtube? this 42 y.o. boyo is a reverse-weeb, a britpop otaku who got to open for what is presumably one of his favorite bands, with 8? 9? nondescript acoustic indie-anthem-pastiche ballads and a couple of covers, mortifying what looked to be most of the audience in the process. some of his fans that had come were ecstatic, but the japanese girls next to me literally fell asleep, to survive the cringe i assume. that green tinsel, too, urgh.

this britpop kid opened with a song so terribly gruelling, with vocal cords so unprepared, that it was genuinely painful to hear. i was trying to dissociate and failing, and suffered acutely until song 3, where i decided to tap into my reserves of patience and benevolence. the reserves ran out by song 5, and back to agony it was, culminating in him strumming out-of-sync to a synthpop backing track during the last song. i love me a beautiful trainwreck, but this was not pretty. even his broken English wasn’t cute. the only redeeming moments were when the much more benevolent drunk fanboys cheered him on and roared “OOOOOH BABYYYY!!!” or whatever that last chorus was, after he had left. i’m glad i was tipsy through it all, took the edge off a bit.

another low point came around Good Old Days, in the second act, when three belligerently drunk large-ish brit bros with identical beards, haircuts, horn-rimmed glasses and untucked white shirts filed into the previously empty row in front of me, blocking the view, one of them turning around and staring point-blank at me and the girls next to me, smiling, swaying, gearing up for bullshit. i had to throw up the Forcefield of Pure Hateful No and look past him at the stage until he turned back around.

he and his shitty buds continued to turn around occasionally and whisper to each other for the rest of the show, but it was bearable. one of them broke down crying and sat down with his head in his hands at some point, prompting the rest to aww and pat him on the back, which would have been cute if they hadn’t been such obnoxious drunks earlier. it was kinda funny watching them all try to get rowdy to slowed-down bangers, and failing. DLBITS got bad though, with girls out front getting half-trampled by the bros surging forward, beer flying, several scuffles breaking out. i was right outside the perimeter of insanity, wondering what the brixton gig will be like.

#with shittiness out of the way #now to write up the good parts #ldn

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years

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SPN 2X14 Born Under a Bad Sign

...ooo that’s...well that’s promising

also I’d like to extend a formal apology to me roasting the song choices, I was tired and the music was very loud.

The song choices were solid

oho, Sam is missing

the “it’s like chasing my dad all over again” yeah that tracks

Sam and John really are similar, and Dean is always caught in the middle oop

Also the disorientation is theoretically good, I just wouldn’t open it that way, you know?

oh hey the same motel room

Sam is dissociating and waking up covered in blood, wait I like this type of plot

Dean cracking a joke about bon jovi makes me smile

a WEEK?

oh the sticky blood with the knife? nice touch, nice touch

Dean carefully trying not to panic

the fucking “you drink malt liquor,” that’s just. and the smokes

THEY’RE SO BaFFLED

“THIS Guy??”

oh also, meant to say, this reminds me of “Last night gus”(psych)

the “you again, piecing things off from vibes and old evidence”

but the tone is vastly different, which I think is really cool

Framing device babyyyy

watching yourself slit someone’s throat has to be...jesus christ

Sam is trying to process this murder, Dean is already formulating a plan

repression and survival, that’s it

Sam tries to have morals, Dean says n o p e

yes he’s protagonist boi, but idk that’s funny kinda

Dean rly just spits on destiny, I love this guy

“I’d rather die than kill my brother” and he said it so nonchalantly

why did...why did he...smack Dean

I love how the only person he can think the Youths like is Justin Timberlake

he does actually sound desperate damn

noNO NOT ELLEN AND JO

if this is where jo dies i sWEAR TO GOD

“Dean’s more like my father than I am” Sam don’t lie

Sam what the fuck

or demon idk, what the fuck is this conversation

why is he....going for...jo...what is happening

FUCKING CHRIST OH MY GOD

wow ok so this is the reason I have trust issues

ok so here’s the thing, villain? fine ok, Villain!Sam is good

but the uh...assault stuff...is just...so fucking

this is why they say there’s no space for women in supernatural jesus

he was possessed, ok then

ah dean figured it out

Dean answer Jo what the hell

Yep Sam as leverage checks out

using the phone and rock music to find Dean’s body is...grim and I love it

I truly hope she was asking about her dad’s death and not just their romance thing

again, possessing a hunter? good tactical thing

OH FUCK NO IT’S BOBBY

IF YOU HURT BOBBY I WILL STOMP YOU WITH MY HOOVES

BOBBY GOT HIM WITH THE HOLY WATER AND THE BEER

“Don’t try to con a con man” I FUCKING LOVE BOBBY

demon laughs in the face of the master plan is...neat

OH IT’s MEG

ah playing into literally...all of dean’s issues

AND HE DOESN’T REMEMBER GAH

“did I miss anything” *PUNCH*

I hate that he doesn’t remember I swear

Bobby: Y'all know nothing, just for safety purposes

Sam your protagonist boy morality doesn’t work here

oh hey the song Zelder sang on our podcast

back to the jokes, ok Dean

and the lens flare looks like yellow eyes, that’s a nice touch

aight wrap le up:

1. I do hate the trend of “Dean has legitimately horrible issues introduced but due to *quirk* it’s either never remembered or addressed.” I mean I like the trope, but I also do want some help, and some angst out of all of this dammit

2. Having Meg back was really interesting, and I liked the bits of lore they added(binding, holy water). That was neat

3. The uh...assault. That was absolutely horrific, did not like that, they did not need it. Now I understand the “there’s no room” thing I saw earlier. I do not want to unpack it, I’m sorry, I can’t start spiraling tonight.

4. God I love Bobby Ellen and Jo. I don’t know Exactly what happens, but I do know they deserve better.

5. The music, while REALLY on the nose, is like...I don’t do better. I can’t say anything. Just move on, Paws, it’s not important.

aight next one.

#pawswatchesspn #2x`14 Born Under a Bad Sign #I did like the psych parallels at the beginning tho #I know they meant nothing I do not care

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