So Sarah had to go to Emergency at 3am. As usual, immense chocolate-flavoured kudos must go to James, who rolled out of bed at a moment's notice and Falconed us up the hill. And, damn, Monday night / Tuesday morning is the go-to shift at St Paul's if you want good service and drugs delivered promptly. They separated us for 15 minutes or so, but when I got in to see her, she was already being IV'ed, with the painkillers waiting to go straight in. They gave her plenty enough to kill the pain (which doesn't always happen - one time the English bitch nurse put a second dose of morphine into the IV and then took it out before it had even reached her system) and a very nice doctor prescribed her something else which she can take at home. So it's all good. They didn't even hurt her hand taking the IV out. Except for the minor detail that there was lots of pain up until 3am, and we didn't get back home and to sleep until 6:30, it was as excellent as a night at Emergency can get.
So Panda staggered onto the Skytrain and got to work for just about 10am on three hours' sleep, and was relatively nonfunctional for the next couple of hours. I woke up some in the afternoon, and walked home in the mild rain which I'm informed by Bear has been scheduled because he's arranged so much sunshine in recent weeks that he now has an excess of rainclouds which need draining somewhere. It's cooling, which is handy.
Sarah and Copious Twineage had been clothes-shopping this afternoon as a fun day out, of which Sarah has experienced Very Few in the last two months, and she came back with a ton of new clothes, many of which look very nice indeed. Then we went to the hot tub, and I'm now trying to stay awake on the couch with the aid of tea provided by Twiney. The Twines are trying to figure out how to pack two entire closets' worth of clothes into two suitcases. Fail-in-the-making ;-)
Today's music, sleepy as I was:
1) grinConvention, "... a demonstration": I think we picked this CD up at one of those MusicBC schmoozing evenings last year. They're a Canadian band who do a kind of intricate pop thing: one of those cases where you'd end up listing about two dozen influences but it would be embarrassing and unfair because they're not (yet) really as good as any of them. The songs tend to sound jaggedly half-finished, and the lyrics are a mixture of Another-Female-Fronted-Band eh-ness (actually, an unplugged Sleeper is not a wholly unfair comparison) and the occasional sparkler: "It's not my fault the Beatles died in the wrong order", the singer complains. Rather than crush them in a comparison with anyone you've heard of, I'd probably liken them to bands like The Judybats... I don't foresee them getting huge or really mattering to music history, but it was a nice harmless change.
2) Guns'n'Roses, "Chinese Democracy". (What? It was next on the random album shuffle.) I'm not at all a G'n'R fan, but the tracks I heard (back in the late 80s and when they did "You Could Be Mine" for the T2 soundtrack) were reasonable enough for what they were. We all used to have great fun singing along to "Welcome To The Jungle" in our student digs, and seeing how much vibrato we could put into impersonating Axl Rose's cover of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door-or-worrrr". So, eh, let's give this a listen. So yeah, it's alright. Sean Gibson pointed out on Friday night that really it's just another G'n'R album that happens to be about twenty years late, which gives it novelty value but also twenty years of lateness to overcome. But I reckon it sounds pretty good, and advantageously, it doesn't appear to be grotesquely sexist or anything like that. And you can't deny Axl Rose can sing higher than you can, for most values of "you", which is usually quite thrilling to listen to. Comparing them to yesterday's experience with The Strokes, I find infinitely more energy and interest from the band in making a song self-destruct from self-perceived awesomeness. Which, y'know, isn't everyone's cup of tea, but it was a reasonable way to pass an hour.
You know what? Let's have some of that T2 stuff:
... which of course just makes me want to watch T2 again as soon as possible, because even when interspersed with that iffy Terminator-enabled performance video (boys, you are not Duran Duran) the movie footage in there still looks totally magnificent.
3) Oops. I could've sworn I listened to something else. P'raps not. Oh well.
They're trying to make me go to bed as some kind of anti-tiredness trick, but I am defiant, and I have tea. More on this exciting battle of wits tomorrow.
Oh, and I remembered on the walk home tonight that we had recorded the four of us singing "The Choices We Make" at the party on Saturday. So I listened to that. Twice. And it was awesome. Moohahahahaha.
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