Mausoleum in a Warehouse Last Night
by: erin.
Last night A good while ago I was determined to see live music somewhere and it was eventually decided that it would be at a warehouse in an industrial area surrounded by train tracks and without any quick escape route should you be pursued by a murderer.
Like we got into a cab and said “take us to the location you would recommend for murdering” and we ended up at the warehouse where Mausoleum was playing.
Lots of familiar faces and that scared me. Why are people I know here? Why am I here? What does that say about us?
Approximately every single person in the packed room (safety codes you guys!) was smoking (illegal and gross!). Today A good while ago my hair still smells, though I guess that could be solved by showering. It’s Sunday, give me a break.
The dress code was all black and dark red lipstick for both sexes. I wore a bright red (and now very smelly) coat so I got a “fail” from the goth/trance/industrial (??) crowd.
Perhaps this is becoming a theme but like, am I for real for real too old and uncool? Not just for hilarious self-deprecating laughs uncool? It felt a little like a nightmarish episode of Skins (or, Skins as I remember it, as I stopped watching a couple years ago because I felt it was getting TOO VULGAR AND RACY).
…and that is the end of the review because it happened a while ago and this is as far as i got.
