Last night was my first night at Nation. Damn, that is one huge club. “Cavernous” doesn’t really do it justice. It’s easily bigger than all the other clubs I’ve been to combined and then doubled. To get some idea of it’s external dimensions, imagine one of those skyline-blocking gyms, like Bally Fitness or some such, and paint it black. That’s not an exaggeration. I used to think that warehouse-sized clubs were a Hollywood invention. Now I know better. I’m tempted to think a few of the myriad rooms were added by my dreams in the 3 hours of sleep I got last night, but I know that’s not the case. In case I haven’t been perfectly clear, it’s really, really, big.
It was a little disturbing being frisked at the door. I always hate it when that thin veneer of cordiality is cracked to reveal the abject (and justified) distrust with which clubs view patrons. I understand it’s necessary, but I hate that it is.
Open Bar. What a difficult concept to get my mind around. You go up to the bar, and you ask for a drink, and the bartender gives it to you, with no money exchanged except for a tip. Surreal. Yeah, yeah, I know, TAANSTAFL. But the illusion is remarkable.
I didn’t really do a lot of dancing, mostly do to drama which I won’t go into in this (or probably any) entry. Lots of fun people-watching though, and it was nice to see ratspy, clockwerks, netherswandust, fenix_grimwolf, and others. In addition, I was very pleased to see a couple people we had lost track of, and get contact information. Merry meet indeed!
There were bands. They sounded a lot alike. A couple of them sounded pretty good.
Then there was Genitorturers, the headliners. To be honest I was a little dissapointed with them. This was due to a number of factors. First, I’ve been hearing about them for so long that it probably would have been difficult for them to live up to the hype. Second, I was distracted by the above-mentioned drama. Third, my attention was diverted by some genetic throwbacks in the audience who decided to mosh, an activity I thought I’d left behind at punk shows and stinking muddy music festivals. I realize that ever since clouting each other about the head with clubs ceased to be a viable career option men have had a lot of pent-up aggression, but I wish they’d find some other way to express it than body-slamming me while I’m trying to watch a concert. Fourth, the volume was at a level that made it hard to differentiate the songs. I’d heard and liked a some of their music before, but it was all one big muddy wall of thrash and yelling last night. I think they may be one of the few bands that, musically at least, is better recorded than live. The live show got a little old after awhile. I guess I had expected more choreography and theatre from what I’d heard about them. It seemed like all it consisted of was a new character emerging every song or so, cavorting with Gen for awhile while she sang, and then exiting. All in all, as a rock show it was mediocre, and as burlesque it was uninspired. Put together it was reasonably entertaining, but not enough to distract me from the ache in my feet from standing so long. There were some sexy moments, like Gen humping the upright base, and the suspension was interesting. I’d never seen that done before. Quite a sight, even if I couldn’t suppress a shudder ot two, especially seeing the fresh trails of blood down the guy’s back after they lowered him.
I think the best entertainment of the evening was the trapeze artist that performed before the Genitorturers. I’d like to know what the music was she performed to, I liked it.