FRIDAY AFTERNOON
2/5/2002 – St Michael's Presbytery, Darlington, Sydney.
So, A day.
A moment.
Listening to an Old song on my rack mounted Denon’s, Faith no More’s XXXX, and thinking back to the time where this song meant everything. How could my thoughts converge to some-one I didn’t love. Was this track really an instance of ‘where every word is totally applicable’ and time has dulled the memory, or was I just filling in the blanks and ignoring that which didn’t fit?
So, quickly, but with a pleasant bustle, I clean up my room, as usual the reason being company. Holly is coming over, and we are to go to something out the the Turella warehouse called the Sound of Impact. I SMS’ed a few people saying ‘Wassup for the weekend’, not really expecting a lot back seeing as all my peers are such bloody homebodies now, and then Paul called and said ‘hey there’s this thing on at Turella, it’s music and robotics and wierdo art stuff and it’s called “the Sound of Impact’. And I yelled ‘I wanna come with you, i wanna come with you, i wanna come with you.’ Holly was semi naked and wrapped in Plastic when I had Messaged her previously and convinced her to come and hang out with me – I couldn’t convince her to let me come over but I made her promise (laughingly) to bring photos.
I had been to the Turella warehouse about two weeks ago, just before going to N.Z and on the Morning of the Temple of Boom party, to go and see Pete and get him to Screenprint ‘FREEDOM TECHNICIAN’ onto that Orange Mechanic’s boilersuit I have held onto for years now for just such an occasion. Anyway, at 9:00 am on a crisp early autumn morning, Good Friday in fact, I got off the train at this sleepy little station. I called Pete, and his directions were terrible, so he had to come and collect me, even while mumbling on the phone about, having to be in the city by 10:00. So there I was standing in the middle of this deserted intersection in this wierd quasi suburban, quasi industrial setting, with my recently aquired (pressed into my hands from Luke Dearnley leaving his house into the pouring rain a few nights previously) long pointy black brolly and my Black leather briefcase and my mobile, feeling like a cross between a London gent and a hardcore techno anarchist brewing with plans for the night. We still hadn’t resolved the issues with the Mad squatting guy next door at this stage so after a sleepless night, my mood was tense.
And there in this tissue paper air, in the silent morning, seemingly a million miles from the maelstrom of the storm we were devising in Redfern, comes Pete, on his Bike, one hand wrapped around a cup of his morning tea, Beautiful in his fluffy, ragged glory, weaving slowly up the freshly washed tarmac towards me. Big Smiles. Good to see him.
So we went back to factory to do some very quick Screenprinting, which we managed to pull off in time, despite me almost setting alight to the outfit with his funky little hot air blowing tool. I even had the honour of wiping fresh and liquid cat crap from the floor in the center of his room, a present from the georgous, slinky and completely unhousetrained warehouse moggy slinking around his room.
But then the deed was done, I had created my Haphazard Freedom Technician Overall’s with a dodgy Haphazard logo over the breast, and it was time to hit the road.
We jumped into Pete’s typically ramshackle and gloriously expressive Combi and with one large, oval speaker, completely devoid of any mounting, sitting on top of the dash, surrounded by feathers and dabs of point, stickers and Junk wrappings providing the tunes, we charged back into town, him to a Shiatsu session, me to meet with my crew and get this show on the road.
Anyway, the warehouse was beautiful, so far out of town, the usual monetary constraints on floorspace were less of an issue so the place was really big, with what looked like dozens of seperate businesses, small industries and arties living in the jumble of topology of Different spaces.
So now, fresh from being wrapped in Plastic, Holly is to come over. What this means, i cannot say. I have strong desires in both directions, both carnal and into the realms of friendship.
Hmmmmm.
Ah desire....