the flight from dublin was only 45 minutes, but the entire journey was a ridiculous 6 hours. met .gregińo at home to catch up rapidly and continue our plotting and scheming for world domination. ooh—it feels so good!
i was feeling fit, rested, refreshed and randy, and every bone in my body was wanting some main room trancey dancey action at .heaven. i wanted a bit of vip-fabulousness, but also just wanted to run free in a gigantic club with 2000 punters. against my better judgement, though, i got dragged to .ghetto for another sweaty smokey divey night with the boys. atif and angie were there, tim who still doesn’t remember hating me, aussie chris whose friends i’d partied with in sydney and whom i still hadn’t thanked for connecting us, and many others. manager nic was there, looking tuffer than usual, but still adorable.
also there was dogcollar keith, who i’d been trying to distance myself ever since our last encounter where he professed his love to me, and previously when i made the mistake of gaying it forward. it broke my heart, but i had to give him some tuff love and purposefully ditch him and subsequently avoid him. he’s a delicious—but innocent—creature and should avoid a boy like me at all costs.
i’d only clocked about 9 cocktails on my .ghetto punchcard before deciding it was time to leave. saying my goodbyes, heading to the cloakroom, but—hold up—there’s chris, the lovely sweet justin timberlook lookalike i’d started seducing nearly two months ago. i’d laid it on pretty thick [aherm] then, i was absolutely touched [aherm] when he came to my birthday party—in fact he was the first person to arrive.
i’d texted and flirted and complemented and tried my best to get in his good graces. as i was leaving .ghetto, i realized what sorta creature he was… i blew him off [rightfully so, since i felt as if he'd been avoiding me] and made no attempts to seduce him. i don’t have time for games, but all it took was a few minutes of feigning disinterest and he was smitten. on the ride home we dropped the pretenses and were very luvvy duvvy, and god only knows where we stand now.
sunday had some lesbian [achoo!] coffee and cheesecake with .darian, trading tidbits of our bizarre lives before seeing the queen mum of dirrrty electro, peaches. my first exposure to peaches was at the miama winter music conference in 2002, which was also my first exposure to guestlists and fabulousness. i shared a room with two raunchy lesbian friends-of-a friend. and when i say raunchy, i mean raunchy… they celebrated hairy armpits and [this is really gross but i'm painting a picture here] period stains on their clothing. they are hardcore. anyway, fuck the pain away [by peaches] was our always-on-repeat anthem throughout the week, and the newfangled electroclash movement very easily resonated with ingrained love of 80′s synthpop.
the beauty of peaches‘ music is that it’s so basic and raw… just a drum machine, some cutoff synth lines and her moaning. unfortunately, this doesn’t really translate to an entertaining live show or an energetic stage presence. the gig was great, but not impressive… she jumped around, simulating sex with her guitar, strap-ons, licking her armpits, stripping off layer after layer, spitting blood everywhere, groping her leggy backup dancers.
half the tracks she played were hits which everyone grooved to. half the tracks were filler, those non-hits that everyone skips past on their mp3 players. as encores, she covered both milkshake by kelis and gay bar by electric six, unfortunately she did nothing stylistically to make either song her own… rather, she just sang the lyrics, as if we were at a peaches-does-karaoke night.
i was pleasantly surprised to hear peaches‘ deliciously j-poppy remix of yoko ono’s latest track. apparently it’s so fresh that even yoko hasn’t heard it… i became hypnotized as peaches‘ started singing yoko‘s lyrics in japanese, very catchy… a good mix of j-pop sweetness with peaches‘ raunchiness. did i tell you about the time i saw yoko at 6 in the morning?
