2002-05-14

Its late, Im tired so this may not be sooooo great.

On Saturday night Bitchcraft played, gain, at the Wickham Park Hotel. This time we were playing with Kaos 69, and I'd heard all this stuff about how they used to have a racist, nazi singer but they fired him. So I had this impression they would be a band with yucky politics and bad hair.

Earlier in the week I had propsed the dress up theme of 'punk', the UK punk style. So I wore patches on my pleated skirt (Fat Albert [courtesy of of El Demento] and Sydney band the Spitz) and altered my Buttholes Tshirt (with big, bold text of BOOZE, TOBACCO, DOPE, PUSSY, CARS) so it was a singlet. All us girls met up at Simone;s at 7.30pm. Simi wore a skirt Nardia had made that arvo from an old flanellette shirt with a black bustier. Nadia wore ripped fishnets on her arms and a black slip. We all did out hair, with mine being a teased frightwig swept up at the sides into a demented, couffed mohawk sprayed with red hairspray. Tacky, very tacky. To finish, we applied the standard full on makeup.

We got to the gig to find Kaos 69 playing, and my illusions were shattered. They weren't Oi! punks at all, but middle aged dudes pumping out tight party music, including Sex Pistols covers. They were simply a great party band and everyone was rockin'.

We were using all their gear and they were just such nice fellas, it was great. But not everyone there was so nice - this middle aged pissed due with long hair came up to me and shouted "WHAT DO YAS PLAY!?" in a very confronting manner. Bristling, I knew he would ask this of a band with guys, you just accept they will play and wait for them to do so. i just stammered "trash shit" and walked off. Before we played, I saw him go up to both Simi and Nods to hassle them. Bastard.

Our first song, the newish "Lip Service" was slow and loping, as it should be. But the sound was pretty ordinary. A middle aged woman started explaing that it was sound bouncing of the walls, not much she could do about it. I assumed then that she was the sound person for the night. After another song, Dale, one of our pals went up to the desk to make changes and yelling instructions to the girls. The woman sort of raised her eyebrows and again mentioned that it was just the way it was, the room was so tiny. I totally believed her and then said "Everyone's an expert" meaning Dale. It was her turn to to bristle and she started tersely informing me tht she knew what she was talking about, had been paid to do sound for 20 years. I, again stammering, said that I hadn't meant her, I'd meant Dale. She said "Sorry luv" but I had been unsuitably chastised and was silenced and couldn't look her way for the rest of the show. I think it was because I had no intention of sledging her, yet she took a hard sledge from what I said. And that happens to me all the time, I'll say something relevant, or funny or just comment and people think I'm the bitchwhore from hell. At least these days I care less...

I played pretty crap, gave out heaps of posters and a pissed fun dude said I needed to practise more. And I sure do. A whole vanload of girls came up from Sydney, cuz matey Anna had told them they MUST come to Newie to see this band Bitchcraft. So they did. But they didn't arrive until we'd finished at 10.40pm, which to be honest, is a silly time to arrive and not think a band may have played. Maybe next time, I sure hope.

Then, earlier this week, this girl from the Midnight Star in sydney who wanted us to come play there next week. She was soooo keen to have us play, offering all sorts of temptations. The only thing is, we just can't do it.