Wax…..in?

I officially take back all  most of some of the bad things I’ve said about Wax(spybar). First off, it is no longer so full of pill heads that you can’t have a good time(see ‘Wax on Wax off’). I concede that I was hasty in my judgment and possibly a little harsh. I had a fantastic time last Wednesday and I wasn’t even drinking(much), I only downed those bottles of prazky because I can’t dance with two free hands(no, really) and the tequila? Ah sure I bought those as a birthday present, and it’d be rude to make her drink them alone…..the pints in Major Toms?  Well, someone had to buy a real drink or else they’d think we were sneaking in vodka and kick us out. What about-fuck off!!

Anyways, the music in that place is pretty consistant, constant and loud. I like big dirty bass drums, low end rumblings and high end madness. In other words, I like clubs to play ‘dance music’ instead of their usual ‘chart shite’ and in this sense you can’t really touch Wax. Its big and fast and loud, perfectly suited to when you’re drunk and horny and sweaty.

 Another thing I noticed was that its no longer full of really pretentious Indy kids with bad haircuts, eye-liner and a tragi-poetic facial expressions. No, they’ve replaced the chronic posers with something else-something much worse, more hideous than I could ever have imagined it to be. They’ve replaced the chronic posers with the people who don’t have the balls to pull it off. They’re ‘the other guys’. Now that Wax is no longer the underground Indy wankathon that it once was, now that its ’so mainstream and like totally different’, its filled up with the type of people who show up just as the parties over. I’m talking about the type of people who started listening to punk after it was dumped on their musical radar by Sid Vicous’death and began trying to enter a scene that was already over. I other words-weiners, spas, fools and tools.

Is that a bit harsh and unfair? Yes, completely ignorant and judgemental too, but its my blog so piss off I’m on a roll here.

2 incidents summed up the impression I got of the crowd

 Diamond and I were standing in the que moaning about having to go to Wax and what a shit night we were expecting when three lads joined the que behind us-they all had guitars.(yes, that is a full stop) 

I was doing my funky thing(oh and it is very funky) on the dancefloor when this girl walked up to me and asked if she could try on my ‘cool’ hat. Naturally, being a gentleman, I obliged. She then handed me a camera and asked me to take a photo.  Naturally, being a gentleman, I obliged. She then grabbed her boyfriend from nowhere and posed waiting for the flash.  Naturally, being a gentleman, I obliged. Then she took a photo of me and fucked off without another word. The whole incident was bizzarre-I acted like a gentleman!

Sorry, reliving that passage has just confused me. I’ve lost my train of thought and am now deeply confused. Good night