in february of 2010 my best friend ngoc, her sister mai and i went to japan. a lot of things went on. including unfun stuff like a breakdown on my part and fun stuff like winning a neon genesis evangelion rei doll from an akihabara claw machine (after many attempts). here is another... we were front centre for yeah yeah yeahs afterparty at a crazy back alley club in shibuya our first night in tokyo.
the room was small and crowded. white kids wannabe japanese with facepaint, glitter and bare nipples. the place was a terrace house, narrow and cramped. 5 levels or something with stairs far more vertical than horizontal.
the place was so crowded with starving lungs no one could light a cigarette. between us and the non-secure dj desk was a glass cabinet no doubt installed for ambience like the faux-gilded framed mirror with condensation sweating down its face. the cabinet was inching forward slowly.
the djs looked increasingly alarmed. every now and then we pushed the crowd back and signaled the djs and photographers to push the desk forward. this proved to be a crucial move.
the room was locked. nothing in or out. the start time came and went and the djs became worst and worst. oh the agony! it was 3am.
next thing we know the photographer who had been there the whole time leaned over and told us they couldnt get in so the yyy have been moved downstairs. i guess he appreciated our consideration. with many thanks we rushed like ghosts... you would not believe the speed. desperation on wings.
we got in before everyone else rushed in and the room was locked and made it all the way into the front. i was drunk. these are the results. it was the first outing of my fuji instax wide which we had decided to call machan after the guy who sold it to me in osaka.
this photo is a miracle. it was the first one. like a gift. i remember thinking i didnt press it hard enough and it turned out it exposed twice and i almost lost it but someone picked it up and gave it to ngoc. i wish i knew how to do it again!
brian is on the far left with a hoodie and a tinsel around his neck. karen left half way. she was mainly playing pop songs. when we ran in they were playing empire state of mind. i cant really remember what nick played but i danced like an idiot anyway. and because (for some reason) there was a block (which may or may not have had a piano on it) between them and the crowd and we were one of the few on the side i was pretty much the only person with enough room to dance.
i had so much fun and i looked like a complete idiot and i think at some point nick took a photo but i doubt it would be beautiful in any way. sometimes i wish i played it cool more but i dont think i care enough about what i look like to give that a serious go.
we also got into the vip room and quite drunkenly i approached nick zinner and this happened:
me: *slurs* hi i've met you before at a monsters of folk gig in... *pause*
nick: in new york? *stiffled grin*
me: yes! i love that band. thanks. bye! *stumbles off*
so yeah... another story for a different post.
we escaped about 5am just in time for the first trains. there was an ambulance outside loading a gurney.
XoDeo
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