First things first, over to the leisure centre to get the keys to our chalet and the wristbands.
Lurking around the front door, waiting for Dr. Aileen to collect them when out walks a very small, very tanned, very hairy man wearing a brown leather jacket, brown teeshirt, brown trousers and brown boots. It was the Little Brown Bunny himself.
Queenie mental note No. 1 – not bad…. A bit short but. A bit of a brown overload but. But not bad.
Queenie mental note No. 2 – don’t tell the boys mental note No. 1.
Top Chalet!! Really good. One square back so it’s quiet and peaceful, but sooo near the venue. Dr. Logic works out that it’s because it’s a seven person chalet. Or maybe Queenie just heard that this year, dunno. Anyway, top!! And Queenie got a bunkbed.
Very grown up this year – brought the cafetiere. Shopping all done. Booze all bought. Didn’t have to go to Budgens, even though we had a car. Tom brought the shopping from New York. Very New York.
We clucked around a bit and then went over to see Blues Explosion.
First pint was in the upstairs bar. Damn, now there’s one end of this bar that you never get served at. Which end? Queenie can never remember. In fact, she can’t remember again now.
Anyway, the bar staff all look new, and she gave one a massive tip so she’d remember Queenie. (It worked too, got served asap all weekend!) You know you're getting old when the barstaff at ATP look younger than the young cops that freak you out about getting older. Doncha!
Clinked plastic glasses and made a pact – the year Bono comes to ATP is the last year any of us can go. Please, nice people in Flaming Lips, if you do curate next year, don’t tell him about it………please.
The first ATP gig 2005 was Blues Explosion – the link between blues and heavy metal, with a bit of Led thrown in. As Luke says, top band, you get Blues, then an explosion. And Jon Spencer, their lead singer is really charismatic.
Then Queenie saw Afirorampo – great little Japanese noise girrrls, but not as good as 00100, who blew her mind last year. Completely. Well, that’s Queenie’s story and she’s sticking to it.
Back to the chalet for an hilarious moment when three people, who really weren’t in any condition to be doing same, were writing their ATP journal instead of being at a gig. The chalet looked lovely, with fairy lights and candles and “Careful now” in the window and art on the walls. Lovely in a “utopian commune meets really messy workplace creche after fingerpainting day” kinda way.
Queenie and Dr. Aileen had a conversation about corporate social responsibility and the privatisation of society and social capital. Queenie thinks that was what it was about anyway. Typical Friday night girly chit chat, anyway!!
Back upstairs for Peaches. The line up got thin late at night this year, with only one band on after 9.30pm. As opposed to last year’s two – one upstairs and one downstairs. Queenie was worried that the gigs were going to be rammed but she needn’t have been, it was actually very quiet. Even though the chalets seemed to be full. Maybe some folks didn't arrive till Saturday. How New York.
Peaches was very annoyed. Hot and bothered. Even in a little white skimpy bikini. But she got to feelin’ better as the gig progressed and in a weird oppositional way to everyone else in the universe, she put more clothes on as the gig progressed.
Fuck the pain away, Fuck the pain away – atta girl. You do that if it makes you feel better. Queenie's off to the bar to dance with Krossie and Clare.
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