raining on orchard

1) it's june. it shouldn't still be raining.
2) feeling like an outsider, whatever the situation, sucks...
3) ...so that when someone makes an effort to talk to you, you practically hug them with gratitude
4) it's nice when people remember you from a quick five minute conversation the weekend before
5) being told you look like rod stewart (rod stewart?! wtf?!), even if they say they mean it as a compliment, is rarely taken as one. even if that 'and you think i'm sexy' song is playing. seriously.
6) hanging out with people in the "music industry" means you don't often get to talk with who you want as everyone else wants to talk with them too

so initially i was at some dive on essex with roommate and other MB peeps. then they all spent ages deciding where to go next so i "split that joint" (just for you, sbj) and went to meet some of the kids from last weekend up the road.

we were at orchard bar again last night, and the cops busted them for selling liquor to a minor. i saw them writing out the citation or whatever when i went to the bar, then when i was hanging outside i heard the bouncers talking. they had an underage undercover detective. although i don't quite understand how it happened as they were IDing everyone when we came in. unless that was after they'd been busted, and it just took a really long time for cops to come by and write up a ticket.

so it was, like, *all* music people there last night that we ran into. i was talking one guy, a manager, and asking if he managed anyone i know. "lindsay lohan?" umm, yes, know her. he also did junior senior, and we then had a huge argument about which year it was that they were first around, so to speak. i said '02, he said '03. i was trying to explain the difference between Europe and the US (a European band would most likely come out first in Europe), and how me and sam crashed the Dazed & Confused party and accidentally wandered on stage when Jr-Sr were playing, back in Dec. '02.

and there was also the girl who was ipod-DJing there last night and does the PR for the futureheads (i was talking with a music writer who told me this, i did of course tell him he had a spare free ticket going, call me...), and a guy in a band, who told me he was going to milton keynes in two weeks.

me: oh christ, poor you.
him: what? no, i love milton keynes!
me: huh? milton keynes is a shithole!
him: 60,000 people man! opening for green day in front of sixty thousand people..
me: oh. right. well.
him: although, yeah, from your point of view i guess it's a shithole....

i always feel kind of bad when they tell me the name/s of their band/s and i've never heard of them before. i guess it just depends which musical circles you move in. listen to. whatever.


the question i've been pondering most: is it extremely unfair to let a guy buy you shots when you know that he doesn't have a chance in hell, and you're leaving in five minutes anyway to go meet drummer boy and co. a few blocks away?