As John Carpenter and
his band launched into their live rendition of the theme from his
ghostly masterpiece
The Fog, some
genius thought it'd be a good idea to turn on the smoke machine. And
they were right. It was fucking genius. Seeing Carpenter play that
piece of music with footage from the film projected onto a large
screen behind him, while mist slowly descended over the room, was one of the
many highlights of the Liverpool gig that I saw him at on the 28
th
of October. I can't say that any ghost-pirates appeared from the fog
this time, however it's been so long since I last ate any fruit that
it wouldn't surprise me if I had fucking scurvy at this point.
Getting into the gig had proven to be more of a ball-ache than I'd
imagined thanks to Google-maps providing the wrong location, one
Taxi-driver refusing to take us because “he'd be fucked by the
Hackneys”, and then finding ourselves stuck outside the most badly
organised venue that I've ever been to. People with paper tickets
were allowed straight in whereas those with E-tickets had to stand
outside until twenty-minutes past the gig's original start time for
some reason. To quote a fellow E-ticket queuer; “it's like we're
the working class and this venue thinks it's the fucking Titanic”.
