I think I might not see Sonic Boom tonight. What's wrong with me?

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And I don't know if the food is good or not. I've never eaten there, coz it's too bloody expensive. I get cheap Indian eats on Brick Lane. Or maybe bagels.

OHMIGOD, A BAGEL!!! THAT IS WHAT I WANT FOR DINNER!

Ned, I knew you and Elvis would say something to that effect. Boxed dronerock, coming up for all of you.

I am patently obvious (I am also trying to give some good cheer given how your month has gone).

But since it is Kosmische, I bet many others from his (my?) social scene would be there, and I don't know how awkward that will be, either. If I see Mark P, I will punch him.

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Or if I should go home and sleep because that would be better for me.

Actually, I should rephrase that. If I see Mark P, I will be too sorely tempted to ask him who Joe's New Screw is, and if he is still seeing her, and that would be like punching myself in the gut.

At least, that's what he was doing the last two times I saw him.

Maybe I can just hide somewhere and not talk to anyone. Except there isn't really anywhere to hide in the Spitz.

OK, I will make up my mind in the next ten minutes, because I should leave at 6 if I am going. At least I can walk there, it's pretty easy to get there.

The only thing really stopping me is the social fear. I'm too tired to deal with awkwardness, I just want to sit on the floor and feel the wub take me away.

no.

I didn't see anybody that I knew, which was actually kind of a welcome relief.

I realised when I got to the Spitz that I hadn't been there in nearly a year. I missed it!

Support bands were excellent. Hypnotique, who was this sexy chiX0r with a backing tape and a saxophone and a theremin singing strange lounge songs about odd subjects. Cotton and Mcsomething (?) who were Hawkwind-style spacerock/psychedelia with a hippie flute player and a wacky Japanese chiX0r on theremin. Good fun.

And then Professor Boom came on and demonstrated his Wubulators for an hour. Synthies and Putneys all over a table, back to the audience, pure drone, pure WUBWUBWUWB with pretty textures and scintillating bits and loveliness indeed. I was glad to be sitting down, though.

The main reason that I wanted someone to go with me was more for backup, in case Joe or any of that gang were there. I don't mind going to gigs by myself, but I don't like being in awkward social situations by myself.

And actually, I probably wouldn't have been wondering what it was like. I've seen Sonic so many times I know what his shows are going to be like, usually. That's not an insult. I mean, you don't go to a Beethoven recital and wonder what it's going to be like, do you? I knew it would be good.