Tuesday, 29 January 2008
Rock reckonings and recollections
In October 1997 I was 21, drunk, stupid, fresh out of college and working as staff writer at Melody Maker. Someone at the paper heard about the Dracula Festival in Whitby and decided I should dress up as a sort of baroque goth, hire a car, drive up there and interview a bunch of aging goths like Christian Death, then write about it. So, armed with more drugs that was probably neccessary for an overnight stay, me and ace photographer Lili Wilde did just that. Many things happened that night which I shall write about one day; no sleep was had and all I remember is dancing to techno from a car stereo alone in a suburban street. The story will make 'Fear & Loathing...' look like the Highway Code. Anyway, ten years on, I just got sent this picture (above) from Lili today.
Post-script: none of the Whitby goths had made an effort so I felt a bit silly.
It was a fun night and if you squint at the picture it looks a bit like I'm actually flying - which I was, just not physically.