Sunday became the ultimate day of rest for most of Belfast after the hell that was raised on Saturday, but I was expecting more bruised egos to play again last night in true bank holiday spirit...I was sadly disappointed.
I started my night in Stiff Kitten, unknowingly stumbling into the brilliant Soapbox, it's true there weren't that many people, and yes, my time there was cut short by a rather drooling couple making me (and then contents of my stomach) highly uncomfortable, but it's an excellent concept that I will most definately be partaking someday!
For anyone who was equally as unaware as I, Soapbox allows non-dj's the chance to live out their dreams...if that dream is to be a very well supervised dj for 45mins...
Unfortunately leaving Soapbox was the biggest mistake of the night, I ventured over to the Cathedral Quarter, hoping to soak up some of the residual Dukebox atmosphere, but alas, it seems Belfast was still sleeping. A quick nod into the Black Box to see one of the few gigs happing in Belfast that night confirmed a pretty desolate city in comparision to the previous weekend. The only shards of gossip I could possibly exploit was seen upon walking to my taxi home at an uncharacteristically early hour, unless I'm very much mistaken one of Belfast's infamous "on-again, off-again" couples were indeed back for the night (or a lip-lock outside Murials for old times sake). It remains to see just how long it will take him to realised that her drunkenly propositioning him does not make for a healthy relationship, or maybe he just needs to grow a set and stop pining over a girl who clearly is abusing his infatuation. Ouch!
Tuesday 1 September 2009
Sunday 30 August 2009
Duke-Bucked!
My goodness, I'm not quite feeling myself this morning (wow is it afternoon already), previous days at Belsonic had just been gearing up for the monster attraction of Dukebox. Events kicked off all over Belfast at 1pm, and so rang the death knell. I had already decided to kick off the high heels and don a nice pair of comfy shoes so I could rush around the cathedral quarter streets and catch as much as possible. So I flitted from a packed McHugh's to a rather more sedated Spaniard, and then onward to an altogether empty Black Box. Not for long mind. Thanks sweetheart, but I only stay at places where the action is.
Into the main event in Custom House Square and the Panama Kings were on first, despite his best efforts, the most besotted man in town couldn't quite whip the ten-strong "crowd" into a frenzy. Drenched, hungry, and with the mexican wave failing to get as far as me (don't you hate it when one guy ruins it), I went searching for any other delights that were more suited to Belfast weather. There was official concern at the lack of tickets sold for the final day. Certainly as events got underway, the crowd was disarmingly small.
I could ramble on about Act X, Y and Z, but thats not what you want is it? Besides, its all available here
Duke Special's set was spectacularly interrupted by The Prettiest Girl in Belfast getting royally turfed out of the crowd for being more of a drunken mess than normal. But Duke, taking pity on his friend, made security bring him up on stage so he could compose himself again backstage. Unfortunately that composure never happened and after his fleeting moments on the mainstage at Belsonic The Prettiest Girl in Belfast got taken home...again. When will you ever learn?
Elsewhere an inexplicably large crowd found themselves at Mono, of all places. Not my usual haunt, granted, but the attendees promised great things. Frankly, I think everyone knew there was at least one party boy itching for a fight. Upon discovering his best friend's use of his little sister as a very convienent booty call, it was with trepidation and disgusting excitement that the crowd waited for the fireworks. And they were not disappointed- once again, this ended in a rather abrupt ejection. Deary me, our wee city is full of trouble makers. However, even I in my cynicism, did not expect the police involvement, as the fight continued on the street. Little sister, looks like you've lost your Mister Midnight.
The Roost has managed to get over the DJ debacle of late, but personally I think their Saturday nights have never been the same since the loss of one of the infamous Carberry brothers. Overpacked as usual, and a tasteful couple moved into the single male cubicle for fun times and fiddling. Mmmm, nice. Thats certainly where I like to share the love. Or STDs...
AU were running one of their legendary parties, but enjoyed much smaller numbers than usual. Faux did an excellent job DJing, but then they always do don't they? To be honest, rather thin on gossip this time around too. The usual, secret kisses and drunken frolics, but none of the bucking in the bathroom seen at Roost. Have these parties lost their 18 certificate?
- The Belle In Belfast
Into the main event in Custom House Square and the Panama Kings were on first, despite his best efforts, the most besotted man in town couldn't quite whip the ten-strong "crowd" into a frenzy. Drenched, hungry, and with the mexican wave failing to get as far as me (don't you hate it when one guy ruins it), I went searching for any other delights that were more suited to Belfast weather. There was official concern at the lack of tickets sold for the final day. Certainly as events got underway, the crowd was disarmingly small.
I could ramble on about Act X, Y and Z, but thats not what you want is it? Besides, its all available here
Duke Special's set was spectacularly interrupted by The Prettiest Girl in Belfast getting royally turfed out of the crowd for being more of a drunken mess than normal. But Duke, taking pity on his friend, made security bring him up on stage so he could compose himself again backstage. Unfortunately that composure never happened and after his fleeting moments on the mainstage at Belsonic The Prettiest Girl in Belfast got taken home...again. When will you ever learn?
Elsewhere an inexplicably large crowd found themselves at Mono, of all places. Not my usual haunt, granted, but the attendees promised great things. Frankly, I think everyone knew there was at least one party boy itching for a fight. Upon discovering his best friend's use of his little sister as a very convienent booty call, it was with trepidation and disgusting excitement that the crowd waited for the fireworks. And they were not disappointed- once again, this ended in a rather abrupt ejection. Deary me, our wee city is full of trouble makers. However, even I in my cynicism, did not expect the police involvement, as the fight continued on the street. Little sister, looks like you've lost your Mister Midnight.
The Roost has managed to get over the DJ debacle of late, but personally I think their Saturday nights have never been the same since the loss of one of the infamous Carberry brothers. Overpacked as usual, and a tasteful couple moved into the single male cubicle for fun times and fiddling. Mmmm, nice. Thats certainly where I like to share the love. Or STDs...
AU were running one of their legendary parties, but enjoyed much smaller numbers than usual. Faux did an excellent job DJing, but then they always do don't they? To be honest, rather thin on gossip this time around too. The usual, secret kisses and drunken frolics, but none of the bucking in the bathroom seen at Roost. Have these parties lost their 18 certificate?
- The Belle In Belfast
Friday 28 August 2009
Belle-sonic and Other Adventures
Deary me. Bank holiday weekends are like the midday sun, only mad dogs and...well, Belfast men venture out in them! A digital media company today did the unthinkable and let its employees out boozing super early. Turns out there is a reason why they do not usually do this! The hot shot of the office, an up and coming little blighter, got extraordinarily pissed at The Empire and then perved his way round to the Limelight. To say eyebrows were raised in the Empire is no lie, but as the evening progressed, Tuesdays water cooler shun has evolved into Tuesday formal disciplinary. And there was I thinking we lived in a free country!
Another victim of potential future repentance was seen in McHughs tonight. Perhaps they were following my hint for watching Belsonic, but perhaps not. Certainly, as more and more drinks were consumed, more and more barbed comments were exchanged. Eventually a full domestic ensued, much to the embarrassment of those around. Now now people, everything in moderation- relationships as well as drinks, my sweet children!
Elsewhere, new stories stumbled upon my lap. One of Belfast's legendary cougars was out tonight and somehow managed to get her claws into one of our finest men. Whether he has a little Mrs Robinson complex, or just a little liver, I wonder how that story will pan out? I feel the lady in question is worthy of a high five, I myself have lusted over this delectable young chap. To say I would be above getting him drunk...well, I would be lying.
Meanwhile I was larging it at Custom House Square again. I am of the mindset that a venue is akin to a good party dress- you don't wear the same one twice. However the lure of the line up was too good to miss. Just before the Belsonic headliners came on I decided to take a brief tour of the crowd and see if any mischief was afoot. Disappointingly all was fairly quiet until I stumbled upon one portion of a well-known Belfast DJ collective hurling insults in a drunken haze at a slightly bemused looking bystander. The poor, seemingly sober boy didn't stand a chance against the mighty wrath of an angry trance afficianado but the ruckous was dispelled as quickly as it started when 2manydjs took to the stage.
-The Belle In Belfast
Another victim of potential future repentance was seen in McHughs tonight. Perhaps they were following my hint for watching Belsonic, but perhaps not. Certainly, as more and more drinks were consumed, more and more barbed comments were exchanged. Eventually a full domestic ensued, much to the embarrassment of those around. Now now people, everything in moderation- relationships as well as drinks, my sweet children!
Elsewhere, new stories stumbled upon my lap. One of Belfast's legendary cougars was out tonight and somehow managed to get her claws into one of our finest men. Whether he has a little Mrs Robinson complex, or just a little liver, I wonder how that story will pan out? I feel the lady in question is worthy of a high five, I myself have lusted over this delectable young chap. To say I would be above getting him drunk...well, I would be lying.
Meanwhile I was larging it at Custom House Square again. I am of the mindset that a venue is akin to a good party dress- you don't wear the same one twice. However the lure of the line up was too good to miss. Just before the Belsonic headliners came on I decided to take a brief tour of the crowd and see if any mischief was afoot. Disappointingly all was fairly quiet until I stumbled upon one portion of a well-known Belfast DJ collective hurling insults in a drunken haze at a slightly bemused looking bystander. The poor, seemingly sober boy didn't stand a chance against the mighty wrath of an angry trance afficianado but the ruckous was dispelled as quickly as it started when 2manydjs took to the stage.
-The Belle In Belfast
Yeah Yeah Yeah Belsonic!
Dearest ones,
I can but apologise for my tardiness of late. The overwhelming amount of events has...well...overwhelmed me. I don't know about anyone else, but I am proud as punch of Belfast at the minute!
Firstly, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Great gig, although I know for sure that a certain local DJ was fairly gutted to have missed his shout out from Karen O herself. Begs the question- what the hell was he doing to have missed that? Wowza!
Last night, opening night at Belsonic, and what a night! Custom House Square is really shaping up to be a great venue, despite some of its poorer attended Tall Ships events. Truly, less gossip was going on inside though, as everyone seemingly was having too much fun.
I can but apologise for my tardiness of late. The overwhelming amount of events has...well...overwhelmed me. I don't know about anyone else, but I am proud as punch of Belfast at the minute!
Firstly, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Great gig, although I know for sure that a certain local DJ was fairly gutted to have missed his shout out from Karen O herself. Begs the question- what the hell was he doing to have missed that? Wowza!
Last night, opening night at Belsonic, and what a night! Custom House Square is really shaping up to be a great venue, despite some of its poorer attended Tall Ships events. Truly, less gossip was going on inside though, as everyone seemingly was having too much fun.
Local boys done good, Two Door Cinema Club really outdid themselves- besides some of the bigger names, there was more than a respectable amount of people dancing. Perhaps the recent Kitsuné signing has blasted them stellar- either way, good for them!
Outside, one couldn't help but noticed some really tragic attempts at entering from a couple of drunken groups... One such couple were clearly too too drunk, and despite actually being on the guestlist, were sent away, tail between legs. For shame!
Some of the names of note in Belfast need to watch their reputations. Certainly, last night was probably the one night which would draw the youngest crowd. These were less Lolitas and more jail bait. Watch yourself boys... there are too many Belfast boys liking the school skirts!
One delicious group of Dubliners also had a little too much fun, and missed their last bus home. Not a big deal I hear you mutter, only that one of the party had to return to his brother's wedding, as he was best man. I wonder if he made it? Certainly, his drunken "Ahh sure I'll as will in me arse make the bus now, in for a penny eh?" indicated a lack of worry...
Elsewhere in the city, last night saw a rather more exclusive/small crowd at The Menagerie for a fundraiser for Red Lemon. Strong performances from most of the acts, indeed all but one went down unashamedly well from what I have heard. The overriding problem with such small events I suppose is that gossip flows, and today flowed back to my welcome inbox. One broken hearted young lady, of prior hook up I have mentioned, was to discreetly bid farewell to a fleeting boy of Belfast. There was another missed shout out, as well as an early exit from a notorious slip-awayer, but last night was for reasons other than the usual too-much-to-drink-too-soon. Seemingly everyone but the one person who ought to know, knows about this- why so dumb Dumbo?
So tonight and where to go? Certainly, one must wonder if Blackout will continue to draw the crowds of the past few weeks with so many other events. A rumour, oh-so-very-convienently-started by a Blackouteer, was pitched on Facebook that that Gigantic is cancelled tonight...poor form old boy! Well may he worry- 2manydjs are a huge draw down at Belsonic, and it is hardly a secret that upstairs in McHugh's provides an excellent free showing of what is going on in the square. Get down early folks, as the management are already prepared for chaos. This influx may prove wonderfully beneficial for a local small time eventsman, who is trying to set up a country night in the basement...whether drunken last resort counts as true attendance though...
As for me, well, as ever, I shall be everywhere and nowhere.
-The Belle of Belfast
Wednesday 26 August 2009
A threat or a promise? (Or a cheeky grin?)
Wow, what a weekend awaits. Despite a considerable exodus of some fundamental banter boys to EODM, I'm salivating just thinking about it. Allegedly, I am not the only one. Indeed, ha, I have heard some (depending on your mindset) a)bravely determined victims of the current unemployment wave or b)tragic losers are going to wait outside and loiter to hear all these events. Ah. I understand the pain, though I of course, shall be inside not outside. I'm no Aladdin street rat, daaarling.
On another note, it has been brought to my attention that a certain loud mouthed Belfast boy of note, with a penchant for the younger lady, has been blasting all around him in the vague hope of uncovering my identity. Can't you just love me as I am? Dear boy...watch yourself. You may induce me into revealing more about you than you'd like....
Oh you pretty things.
-The Belle in Belfast
On another note, it has been brought to my attention that a certain loud mouthed Belfast boy of note, with a penchant for the younger lady, has been blasting all around him in the vague hope of uncovering my identity. Can't you just love me as I am? Dear boy...watch yourself. You may induce me into revealing more about you than you'd like....
Oh you pretty things.
-The Belle in Belfast
Tuesday 25 August 2009
Not to be bitter....
...but SERIOUSLY.
Just heard a young lady who recently got snapped off the singles market is contemplating buying a hot tub. Whaa? She's blissfully unemployed (does 'voluntary work' count?) but yes, Mr Lover Lover has more than enough to cover cover the purchase. Totally gross.
ITS A RECESSION, START ACTING LIKE IT.
(Bitter, moi?)
*sigh* Just a wee shortie I thought I'd share. There is no way in hell I am the only person appalled by this....
Just heard a young lady who recently got snapped off the singles market is contemplating buying a hot tub. Whaa? She's blissfully unemployed (does 'voluntary work' count?) but yes, Mr Lover Lover has more than enough to cover cover the purchase. Totally gross.
ITS A RECESSION, START ACTING LIKE IT.
(Bitter, moi?)
*sigh* Just a wee shortie I thought I'd share. There is no way in hell I am the only person appalled by this....
Monday 24 August 2009
Sleepy Sundays and Mopey Mondays
It is with apprehension that I am forced to admit I took a well deserved break last night. Darling Belfast of course was not without its temptations, but I fear neither my liver, nor my feet, could have survived another night out. For yes, I am in fact human, not an omnipresent force as some of you seem to have suggested!
Therefore this particular entry shall be just a wee review of the Eskimos Fall download, available here. The lovely boys pointed me in the direction of their website and as their bio promises, they do indeed deliver "totally pure, honest and beautiful" music with their song "I Remember". It certainly eased my bluesy hangover and nursed it into submission. Luckily enough, the lyrics are available on the website too, and it paints quite the beautiful picture, perhaps I'm just an emotional sod, but a lady can certainly relate to the sentiment portrayed in that song. I can imagine sitting in a small pub listening to this; the men dip their heads in solidarity, young ladies fall in love waiting on another broken heart and we all nod in agreement, yes, Eskimos Fall are pretty damn good!
Therefore this particular entry shall be just a wee review of the Eskimos Fall download, available here. The lovely boys pointed me in the direction of their website and as their bio promises, they do indeed deliver "totally pure, honest and beautiful" music with their song "I Remember". It certainly eased my bluesy hangover and nursed it into submission. Luckily enough, the lyrics are available on the website too, and it paints quite the beautiful picture, perhaps I'm just an emotional sod, but a lady can certainly relate to the sentiment portrayed in that song. I can imagine sitting in a small pub listening to this; the men dip their heads in solidarity, young ladies fall in love waiting on another broken heart and we all nod in agreement, yes, Eskimos Fall are pretty damn good!
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