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XXX 'Looking for soul' 25/08/02
Good times, c4 last night: accidentally tuned in, and somewhere through it I suddenly realised exactly why I like optimo, and why I keep hoping that these nights I go to in London might share the same thing with optimo. There's this atmosphere amongst the crowd and with the djs, something very close to what I think the spirit of the early 80's soundsystem crews with their crowds and their music would have been like. It's wonderful, everyone loves the music, loves being in that place dancing to this music; the djs are trying out new things that there's been no precedent as such for and almost everyone involved understands the soul of it all. That's how it feels on a good night. And that's what I want to experience down here, and I wish that I could stumble into something like that, where the music encompasses all genres and sub-genres and all; where freaky electro, experimental, psycho-ballads, country as well as the house, disco, dub, punk and techno are played. I'm repeatedly disappointed by the atmosphere at the nights I go to down here. Sure, it gets going at some point, but it's temporary, it's a fashion that twins with the fashionable records. And that's just awful! The music may indeed be amazing, but there's a lack of positive support, enthusiasm, soul. Those people who just shoot threatening looks at people they think are competition, who often seem, an unhappy coincidence because expression via fashion is a wonderful thing, to be the ones dressed like 'cool' fashion freaks, they're some of the ones who ruin the atmosphere, who drag it down. Then there are djs who have all of the au courant records and a little more, but who don't work those records, who don't seem to have much heart in it. I'm sure you all know what I mean; anyway - bring the party on! I'm making it a perogative to find a night that encapsulates what I mentioned at the start of this post, and to wholly enjoy it and spread the word!
easyInternetCafe lurker 23/01/02
ain't it just the worst thing when you settle down some halfimportant task or other and then instantly need a jobby? well shucks gaaaaaaad no, i'm obviously just hyperbollockising: we all ken that violence, war, racism, hypocrisy and lack of psychological frankness with yerself and others are muchmuchmuch worse. notwithstanding this state of affairs, my time on this echatio is more positively limited by the time remaining on the present writer's multiple logon ticket, so let us press on to the instant nonissues at &c.
for the first time ever, i went to subculture and schmo on satsun of the endweek just gone there, and i had an acemega time at, and after, them both. there is sadgladly no time to go into the multivarious reasons for this the noo for the aforementioned &c, and i very much doubt that anyone would muchcare, and there must surely be some such reasons of which the present humananimal is only subconsciously aware (good rhyme, non?).
suffice to type that i danced my more functional [time is pressing] than aesthetically pleasing arse off at both, was occasionally mincing and asking for kisses fae some and sundry at both nights, and cetera and cetera and well quite (rhymes with......).
right fuck sake, i'm even boring myself here so sheeeeeit man get to the nonpoint. mas is a good fucking nitespot a mon avis......the peachcube iswasis as well, but jesus sweeties, nu stories, ken? juxtapose the other glasgow niteplooks: the arches? unsurpassed toiletgurning, but the ceiling's too high (even for little moi) and ah dinnae like superclubs (apart from inside out on bad special k thrillpill - altogether now - 'digweed, digweed, digweed fucking go!'). somehow i like to be able to be close enough see the diff between boy george and louis vega; alaska? my ears have never been the same, and it's all a bit michael douglas v-neck nothing underneath basic instinct stylee for me.
fuck sake i'm gonna have to go and spend my whoops quick
badgerstruck
iwanttobe-indianajones-whenigrowup 21/01/02
Now I'm not normally the message board type but after this weekend I felt the need to let you, the people, know just how good it can be.
Picture this:
Its Friday, you've had a shit week at work, things are looking bad for you and your other half, you're tired and you can't really be bothered with life in general.
So you decide to go out, and the first stop is your other half's where you sense impending doom and dread encompasses ya. But wait....its not all as it seems, the visit goes well and you can't contain your excitement. You mention to her that you are going to the Soundhaus tonight and then leave to well, see a man about a dog.
We'll skip to Soundhaus, its Friday, its Monox and heck, the visit to the girl's has put a new angle on the night. She arrives, you talk, you realise that things could be back on track and just how much you like her. So you dance the night away and have a great time, and all you can think about is her. You end up back at a flat, play Scrabble, win (lose) and head back to hers, briefly, before shooting off home to build a house.
Ok, ignore the house building bit, that wasn't really good. Lets head to, hrm, Saturday evening. One of your best friends who you haven't seen since your birthday comes through with plans to go to a party, you meet him, then head to the girl's. You have a smoke, she says how she is going to the Art School and you think "Hrm, I know where I'm going now". So you head off with your friend to see the same man about the same dog then on to the party. Its shit, but luckily everyone is just leaving...to go to the Art School. Fate?
So you arrive at the Art School and who do you see as soon as you get there? The girl of course, but at this point you realise that she's no ordinary girl....there is a hint of badger in there too. Enchanting indeed.
The rest of the night seems to blur as you spend it with this lovely creature and you end up back at her place. Well, the rest I'll leave up to your imagination but just know that you can't stop thinking about her and you get what only can be explained as a "fluffy tummy" when her name crops up.
Anyway, enough of this senseless babbling. This seemed a good when I started but now I'm not so sure. Anyway, I'm gunna post it before I change my mind.
iwanttobe-indianajones-whenigrowup
Breaking News
The Sentinel (Hex's return) 20/11/01
Having recovered from the shock of learning that the media don't always tell it like it is, I decided to dedicate myself to the pursuit of hardcore fact, and have gained access to specific intelligence that the "Crusaders" plan to back up the imposition of a "broad-based" representative democracy in Afghanistan by forcing the country to adopt a new national anthem, sung by "Western"-friendly Farhad Daria, in order to win over the hearts, minds and ears of the diverse populace with words of peace, love & unity, because after all, they care as much about the psychological welfare of the Afghan voter as much as access to the Caspian oil & gas fields. How long will it take to realise that this Disney work?
And if I hear another politician / journalist use the expression "unravelling" the Taliban (often unconsciously aware of the Turban metaphor) again I'm gonna call George Galloway.
Finally, when conducting a google search (directly after finding the link for Mr Daria above) for the Lebanese cover version of "I Put a Spell on You", which I heard last weekend accompanied by the sight of a beautiful belly-dancer (NB Optimo DJs), this omnipresent little shit turns up again. Weird. Conspiracy?
Usual PISH!
Stvei 13/11/01
Hello!!.... just got the head together after last week!! I'm going to be wide since I really feel optimo has been snowboarding down a big hill recently. I cannot comment on the music/people/atmosphere/heat etc this week since I wasn't there. However I must complement the punters who make such an effort to make it out on a Sunday night. It's good to see the club full of dobbers who have no dance floor manners and have to push and shove the pretentious 'WE THINK WE ARE OPTIMO' prick out of the way so they can do what they went there for, i/e DANCE!As for the music,it's not predictable enough. There does not seem to be the 'OH LOOK I CAN MIX TEN RECORDS TOGETHER THAT SOUND PRETTY SIMILAR' vibe that you have never tried to achieve. Basically it doesn't flow anymore that it ever did.Just when i was getting a groove going on that pole, just outside the girls toilet, a slow number came on and i lokked really stupid, which i like when listning to music in the house when no-one is watching you prance around like a 'dobber' because you don't give a shit about anything but the music and having a good time. Maybe im getting old (sorry, no maybe about it: I AM GETTING OLD for this clubbing lark) or I'm just getting sick of annonymouse punters who can only slag of the efforts of people who actually go out there week-in week-out and make it happen (Sometimes OPTIMO IS SHIT, bbbbut most times it blows the pants of ANY other club in Scotland). To those who go to the same club weekin weekout DON'T!! you WILL get board...human nature LOVES/HATES routine. [sorry the next bit threw me so I will just put it here for continuity]. {i dont know but im sure it flowed better a year ago. As for the dobbers who moan, well this always happens to all good things.
ST(RIP) OFF AT OPTIMO?
Wannabe test
Stanley Kubrick 6/11/01
Apologies for my absence. I refuse to pay the crazy fee asked by the builders of where I live to connect up a phone line. The past few months ive just been getting on a PC whenever I can, hence the lack of postings.
Its a bit harsh to say everyone on this is a wannabe but in order to determine wether you are or not I have devised a simple test. Please answer yes or no to the following:
1) Do you regularly hang around in the cafe of the CCA?
2) Do you have a goatee beard?
3) Do you believe Richard D James is a musical genius?
4) Do you buy the records of the token "ethnic" artists Jools Holland puts on his show and actually enjoy them?
5) Are you an expert in Tai Chi?
6) Do you do most of your shopping in Peckhams?
7) Do you eat sushi regularly?
8) Is the majority of furniture in your home from Habitat?
9) Is your hair intentionally messy?
10) Do you brag about your drug habit?
11) Have you ever pulled a member of the same sex even though you are straight, in order to get attention?
12) Do you boast about your job?
13) Do you feel special when you get to jump a Q?
14) Are you impressed by wealth or position?
15) Do you wear clothes designed by Jean Paul Gaultier?
16) Are you a regular in the October Cafe?
17) Do you own a scooter?
18) Do you read The Face, GQ, or Loaded regularly?
19) Do you believe the Allies should stop bombing Afghanistan and resolve the problem of Bin Laden through diplomacy?
20) Do you wear Buddy Holly specs?
If you have answered "YES" to any of the questions then you either have the potential to be or already are a Wannabe.
What to do?
Echatio 1st birthday committee 6/11/01
Echatio reaches the ripe old age of one this coming Sunday. It actually existed for a while before that but as no one really knew it was here, we won't count that.
In that time, there have been nearly twenty three thousand posts (and not all from the departed Max either!).It has also spawned a legion of other boards and now blogs too. While there are a hardcore of people who make this place what it has become, Echatio always welcomes newcomers, in fact it actively encourages them whether they are just lurking or start posting. We perhaps post thinking that only a handful of people are reading our witterings, but bear in mind that there are literally hundreds of lurkers. Some come only once, some occassionally and some all the time.
As with all online communities, there are peaks and troughs, golden ages and periods of tedium. People come and go but if there is enough interest they can last a long time and have a positive effect. Whether that be as an informational exchange, a place to let off steam, talk shite, track down missing mates, find love*, or make new friendships (which has possibly been the best thing about this place). They can seem very cliquey but really they're not. Very few of us knew each other before we met on here but it has given us something in common that has brought a lot of people together. Even if it's just a knowing Echatio nod out in the real world, I think I can safely say that it really has become a community. It is NOT AND NEVER WILL BE a closed community so I hope people aren't intimidated to join in.
It is also potentially highly addictive and some of us probably waste far too much time online. From a personal perspective it has led me away from watching crap tv (good) but has probably lessened the number of books i read (bad).
So, what to do to mark its birthday? Don't ask me. My only question is whether after a year we should change the background faces and give the place a fresh lick of paint. Let me know.
In the meantime, let's get ready to raise our modems or trackpads in a toast to one year of "CONSTRUCTIVE CREATIVITY AND MINDLESS BANTER" Here's to many more!
East Coast ma bags
Brocolli-Sandwedge 6/11/01
That wedding on Saturday wis pure gem-boats man!!! The reception wis in the Golf Club bar. I hud the funky fly golf gear on fae head tae toe-dressed tae the nines chief. I wis busting some moves on the dancefloor, I'm tellin ye - Franki Valli's Oh What a night wis the anthem!! I must of requested it aboot 20 times man. (and I fuckin goat it, cos nae cunt turns doon the Sandwedge mind) That and Crystal Water's Gypsy Woman - now thats a tune man, I wis geein it pure laldy tae that!! I wis gettin tore intae ma tenth Aftershock (always gies me a beltin buzz)when some skank came up ti us and started pishin hersel an fuckin blurts oot "You look like Jimmy fuckin Shand ya wank!!" So I puts doon ma glass looks her right in her eyes aw cool like an says "Thats accordian tae you,(git it? The fuckin Sandwedge is on the ball man, know whit I'm sayin!) but at least av no' got a face like a bulldog lickin piss aff a nettle ya fuckin HINGER!!" and a grabs her by her mingin meringue excuse fur a frock and drags her intae the middle of the danceflair, I jumps doon swan-dive breaker style, (I'm diverse wi ma moves right) and fucks her right oan her smacker wi ma Brogue spikes a beauty!! She wisnae sayin fuckin much efter that I'll tell ye. So I goes over tae the Mobile DJ and his traffic light disco gear, grabs his mike and starts tae beat-box waan of ma favourite Coil numbers (it's waan fae Loves Secret Domain - canny mind the name ee it, but it's a dull yin) over his shitey system and every cunt Bwaans (that means leaves tae some of ye's)ooty there pure freaked oot, I hud the place tae masel aw night, emptied the puggies an aw!! So I went hame feelin gemmy like, goat ma new Penny Vicenza book oot, jumped intae my shag-shack and pitched a tent in ma drawers tae Penny's sultry stories till I dosed aff. RARE NIGHT!!!
By the way, Silver Puch, I ken how ye feel mucka, those Vindec fucks always grazed ma plums when I wis a boy, don't let it git ye doon brer!
And Teamy, who ur you callin son! I've bin up tae high jinx since you were an itch in yer faithers knacks ma man. Any mair snash fae you an the Brocolli'll git his Ping oot an dae some damage - dinnae worry! The Brocs has takin mair abuse fae his ma's budgie, water aff a Ducks back chief! I like a bit of banter n'that know! But I saw you on the danceflair on Sunday and Thora Hird in her stair lift's goat better co-ordination than you brer! Dinny worry man The Sandwedge is only pullin yer pud!
See ye
The End
Hex's last post? 6/11/01
It is with mild regret that I wish to announce that I, Hex Fraenum, am retiring from Echatio with this final post. With the first anniversary looming, it would seem to be a fitting juncture at which to cease, return to reading books & devote more time to finding a life somewhere. I hope this pleases some of you, particularly the remedial Plain English society, and apologise for all the times I may have caused offence. Thank you for all the good times. Ciao.
ooh, what larks...
Mot 1/11/01
hello optiblog.
i'm gutted - i just set up a blog for submit response (via blogger (highly reccomended - the long defunct motblog lived there for a long time) and now that pesky stirmonster has stolen my thunder! bah! sooo, what's big on the interweb these days? in terms of blogs i like fontlover, and you know, all those nasty webcam girls (er, not really)
oh, and rhizome rocks.
ooh, i could get back into this. egomania outlet and html...
peace out,
mot
p.s. if you like this blogging lark, check submitresponse.blogspot.com
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