Filed under: generic text, musik, social b-flight | Tags: Brisbane, Curvy, Indie, Kids, Ric's, Valley
My Valley escapades came to an abrupt halt last night when – at 23 minutes past 11 – I realised my train would soon be departing. So I left the world of Ric’s Bar, popped down to the newly-refurbished Brunswick St Station, and trundled home. I saw my good friend Kurt at the station, and had a lovely chat… it’s been too long since we caught up. One of those people we should all drink tea with more often, you know?
Anyway, back to the story. Ric’s was quite fantastic for a change. Lacking scenesters and instead filled with only those of us who have a very, very special place in our hearts for Joel Saunders and his special brand of musical entropy, the atmosphere was beautiful, energetic, and ravishing. Joel broke out all his sexy covers, from the Pussycat Dolls to Nelly Furtado, and as always brought the house crashing down around him in a spectacular show of irreverent irony. And to think that he’s a primary school teacher! Lucky kids.
Prior to entering Ric’s, I spent a good amount of time at the Curvy 5 launch, hiding over inside the lusciously-clothed Valley-fied surroundings of Blonde Venus and The Outpost. The turnout was impressive… the show itself a little less than impressive, but still worthwhile. Along the top of the clothing racks inside BV, just on one side, stood about 20 (or so) images from the book. In general they were quite beautiful… some absolutely breathtaking, some less than breathtaking. And, of course, there was the free beer and V (Why V? I don’t know).
As you can probably tell, it was a night of… well, results that only sometimes reached their high expectations. But, it has also been too long since I had visited the Old Haunts, the Valley places where the scene kiddies hang out, and so I had subsequently forgotten about the inconsistencies of the Valley. Sunset til sunrise, night after night… the Valley churns on, always living, always breathing, always doing something. And I used to be a frequent, if not constant part of that machine.
These days I’m just an irregular visitor, as I’ve become more of a quiet socialite. I wouldn’t say that I’ve become less of a socialite, for that would be a lie. I’ve just started doing less that involves pretentious groups that I don’t really know anyone from intimately, and more that involves one-on-one interaction, or small groups of friends… the affirmation of friendships… the creation of true relationships… and a moment or two of breathing time snuck in there somewhere.
