Flirting with short story ideas and heavy metal
Rollerball, Devil’s Kitchen, 9 Feb 2008
My Left Boot, Devil’s Kitchen, 9 Feb 2008
Then Saturday night, Robbie and I went to a music event. He was filming and I was taking some photos. Well, it was heavy metal and I’m not a fan of that type of music. Yes, I saw Black Sabbath when I was 13 but that did not light a pathway for my future music taste.
Monkey Butt Wrench, Devil’s Kitchen, 9 Feb 2008
The night was interesting but long and so very very loud. Five different heavy metal bands performed (as pictured). I took many photos using both my film SLR camera and my digital and got some interesting shots, but really could not get into the music. I think the sound quality had a lot to do with this: I can’t really see the point of having a vocalist if the instruments are going to be revved up to the max, to drown out any possiblity of hearing the vocals.
I’m not going to attempt any kind of review, because I’m not the band’s audient. I don’t listen to this kind of music as a rule. And I never really got the head-banging stuff.
Boozehag, Devil’s Kitchen, 9 Feb 2008
Between bands, I recommenced writing the call centre story. The next band would come on and I’d get up and take some photos and return to my chair to find it missing. (Guys from the first band -Monkey Butt Wrench – kept nicking it when I vacated it). And then I’d keep writing during the next break. I wrote the whole first draft of the story. There’s some more to add as I need to ensure I cover everything in Maislow’s Hierarchy of Needs, but I’m pretty happy with it.
The Black Stars, Devil’s Kitchen, 9 Feb 2008
And I’ve discovered that I can write anytime I wish. Mind you, if it had’ve been at a blues gig, then I quite possibly would not have had the same outcome. Or I would’ve been writing something completely different.