Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Saturday Night

I remember those dark days of doing the 9 to 5. Saturday night was the big one. If you didn't have action on Saturday night then your life and you as a person of importance were a failure. Why am I thinking about this now? Because I just received contact from a bloke I haven't heard from since the '70s. It brought back more of those '70s memories because I lived with this urge to party on Saturdays then .

So what are we witnessing in the big Saturday night now in the noughties?

Well it hasn't changed much. We called them disco's and they call them clubs now. As you can see the '70s won in the colourful name stakes. The lights are more hi tech now of course and the sub woofed bass kicks the shit outta the old 70s sound rig in terms of pure groin grunt. The senses are definitely attacked much more these days. And of course you have all the later day drugs which may have been around in the 70s but we little people didn't know about them. We had to make do with heaps of booze then mainly.

So where is this leading. It goes straight to last Saturday night in the Knox Ozone entertainment precinct. The place where the burb stalwarts excercise their right to party and make the all important Saturday night---- Huuuuuuge!

My girlfriend and I had just dosed up on action via the cinema's offering of Wolverine. We were really hyped I tell ya. Good clawing fun that Hugh Jackman- and the muscles-- wow! We strolled out into the night air in the precinct walkway to be greeted by the nightlife of suburban Melbourne. You can pick a lot up from the distance sometimes and not so much if you were to be actually part of something. This is the case with crowds seen at a distance. I observed firstly the Irish Bar next to the cinema. It roared out standard rock music to the outside crowd. It was dimly lit yet you could make out the crowd ok. There was a cloud of smoke enveloping the whole mass of dark figures. they all clutched their glasses about mid point on their bodies and because of this they all looked sort of the same cardboard cutout types of figures. They all looked stuck, moving slighly but stuck because of the sardine type nature of their environment. The whole thing was very masculine in feel. In fact I saw only about a handful of women in an otherwise male crowd. Nothing has changed. That's exactly the way it used to be in the 70's at pubs.

We continued heading back to our car along the walk. The big club thing was our next encounter. As we moved away from the pub area and towards the club there was an interesting mix of standard pub rock and techno doof filling the air about mid point. It was not a pleasant combination and I could see that both venues had marked out their territory equally using sound. The doof however had the advantage. It was massive! Saturday night was obviously massive at this establishment and I 'm sure it would have gone off pretty well if in fact anyone attended. I peeked past the bouncers standing outside into the venue. Empty! Empty! I couldn't believe it. Oh hang on. It was only 11 pm. The drugs hadn't kicked in yet. So the crowd would arrive later when the effect was in them. it's gotta be right on Saturday night. We walked past this ongoing nuclear explosion with its zombies at the door our chests filled with the thump of the doof. It was truly exciting. I can see why people go to these places. It is full of promise but little in actual worthwhile outcome. Most males, I assume, would go home empty handed only to fill their hand with the object of their loneliness alone in their beds later on that night. But the booze and drugs get you over that at the time. And because of these effects and influences- Saturday night was big. And then its on to next Saturday night and the same bloody thing. It's the same as it ever was- same as it ever was ;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;same as it ever was;----------------------------------

Home to a cuppa tea and chocolate for me and Deb. I like quiet Saturday nights.

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