Talk talk talk talk

I think it was 1982. It was certainly the Hammersmith Odeon and it must have been Duran Duran. I was up in the circle along with hundreds of other New Romantics, all most all of us operating on a disappointing clothing budget. 

I remember this gig for a couple of reasons. Firstly, because Duran Duran played 'Make Me Smile (Come Up And See Me)', which was a song my dad liked and, therefore, not something Id'd expect a band I liked to play, and, secondly, because this guy a couple of rows behind me kept talking.

Eventually, after a lot of people turning 'round and looking at him plus a bit of tutting from the bolder Durannies, he got the message. But, chums, he was the thin end of the wedge. 

I guess that I'm more used to people talking at gigs these days although occasionally it still gets my goat, e.g. people talking through the SILENT bit of 'The Other Side' and then there was the time the Minx and I went to see Chet Faker at the Brudenell and people talked through the whole gig, some with their backs to the stage!

I mention this because this evening was the second night at the Not Quite Light festival, this time at the much bigger space of St Philip's Church. To be honest, last night's smaller venue worked much better, especially for the quieter pieces. Tonight I was trying very hard to enjoy Xavier Velastin's 'Sounds From The Irwell' but was initially frustrated by three chaps on the pew behind us. 

And although they were amenable enough to reduce their conversation down to whispering, there was still the noise from the bar and the ticket desk and in the end we had to give up. And when I say "we", I mean I'd had enough and the Minx was sympathetic enough to see it was a good time to leave. It was a shame; I was really enjoying what Xavier was doing but the whole noise situation was making me irritable. I don't like being grumpy but I don't really understand why people go to events just to ignore them! 

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Reading: Finished 'Reality Is Not What It Seems'. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed this but, Lord, you need to have your wits about you when you read it. Yet, if you stick with it, you will find that this makes sense “Time is information we don’t have. Time is our ignorance” as a meaningful definition. This is a definite 4; I’m planning to give my copy to @domconlon, tomorrow. 
Next up: Karen Maitland's 'Company Of Liars'.