After she left i had the option to pass out or head out. I chose the latter. Grabbed some drinks and proceeded to chill out at home going on a music mission, tangentalizing into psytrance, which i haven't listened to in ages. Last weekend i was at a friend's place listening to a bunch of "minimal wave" tunes, and when we hit upon Liaisons Dangereuses - Los Ninos Del Parque i got the bug again. Can't believe i've never heard that track before, it's some seriously in your face EBM from 1981. Too repetitive for my buddies, but to me it was like finding a banging little embryo of acid house and psytrance. Especially because it's not whiney and angsty like most EBM. But yah, psy. New favorite band is Loopus In Fabula, some thoroughly silly Italian stuff whose debut release was on a local (Australian) record label i had the opportunity to release on back in the day. Sigh.
After the psytrance interlude i hit an underground house party for a DJ's 40th birthday. Perfect example of how J and i have different ideas about what "growing up" means. This isn't my first 40th at a rave, and i hope in a few years when it's my turn i'll still be enjoying this music and scene as much as i do now. Music was good fun and banging, and i bumped into a bunch of "party friends" (that being, the ones i talk to regularly at gigs but rarely visit at home). Unfortunately around 3am some drunken idiot decided to get all over me on the dancefloor. As usual i played along for a bit, because why not, but did make it clear i wasn't interested (in sex, or in men). At a certain point, though, after i'd physically pushed him away a few times he just kept coming. I guess i could've really shoved him, but this wasn't just some shitty bar, it was a friend's party at a friend's venue. It kinda killed my mood so i said my happy birthdays and goodbyes and headed home. The nice thing is that i didn't feel too disappointed doing it because i knew i was heading home to an empty house. Got home and cooked some food to sober up then listened to some more tunes before turning in. That's the way it should be.
So today is humid and overcast and i'm chilling out listening to some tunes with a couple beers in the fridge for later if i get in the mood. I could go to a movie (i'd really like to see Prometheus) or write some music or just enjoy the lazy Sunday vibes. Feels like i'm in Australia again, and not in a bad way. I miss this.