15 minutes ago I see a facebook post and now I’m booting up my laptop for the first time this week1fuck where is my free time gone.
After 23 shows, Norm’s will end.
I’m busy on the last night2edit:I went anyway and it was great but I can make the penultimate show.
Norm’s has been my go to Friday night event from the beginning. Somewhere in my archive is my half finished review-ish post of the first Norm’s night. My archive is full of half finished Norm’s posts. Of the 21 nights I’ve been to 8. 7 out of the 11 Friday night gigs.
Stuff like this is use it or loose it. Only seven of the twenty one shows have made the venue a profit. Reading the post it’s clear there are other reasons but damn. Promoting is a tough trade.
I’ll be going down tonight. I want to shake Jason’s hand and thank him. Thank the regular barman, too. He’s been nice to me. And Emily on the door. She must know I think she’s a delight.
Of the 140 acts he booked I’ve only seen 26. Maybe that number includes planned future events and drop-outs.
Every night there was something worth seeing.
I’ll write a best of post. Cannibalise my drafts as an excuse to shout about new favouites (Lounge, Bad Apples, Soyuz Rats) and brilliant second shows (Ellie Bleach, Soyuz Rats3If you include that covers night – punk rock stars in their eyes, Gladboy, Simple City Dress, fukken Saturday Morning Breakfast Show4Doug Tandy is a fall asleep soundtrack and now has the warmest and softest associations in my heart, Happy Coloured Marbles5third show but go on).
I kinda like Painted Heathers now.
What is Norm’s to me?
I never brought a friend to the Crypt. Invited people a couple of times but…
In a way I liked being there alone. Just watching other people interact. And I met a couple of nice people. Talked to an old friend. I’ve had a busy three months but even at the end of my most exhausting weeks I’ve been able to sit on that pew6there just is an old church pew and listen.
I don’t write reviews, as such. This is more of a diary. For me a gig is not just about the music. It’s about the atmosphere and the venue and how expensive a lemonade is. It’s about the company and comforting routine.
I really struggle to write anything most days but this post is from the heart. This was a regular live music night that I will really fukken miss.
A list of what I have seen
Happy Coloured Marbles, We’ll be Detectives, Simple City Dress
Dr Clyde, Saturday Morning Breakfast Show, The Three of Us
Ellie Bleach, Painted Heathers, Vier
Georgia King, Eyera, Hali (missed Leifxmathi)
Luke Peter Foster, BlipTrip, King Porteous, Tipsy Lizard, Bootleg Bart
June 1 (until 10pm)
Lounge, Hugo Z (left before Marla)
Gladboy, The Bad Apples, The Lantern Men + DJ Col Wolfe
Soyuz Rats, Painted Heathers, The Cosmic Order
Renadeans, Vier, Space is Big
Sharkmuffin, Peach Club, Fever Machine, Elly Bishop
Notes Void [ + ]
|1.||↑||fuck where is my free time gone|
|2.||↑||edit:I went anyway and it was great|
|3.||↑||If you include that covers night – punk rock stars in their eyes|
|4.||↑||Doug Tandy is a fall asleep soundtrack and now has the warmest and softest associations in my heart|
|5.||↑||third show but go on|
|6.||↑||there just is an old church pew|