Trychydts in English

Well, the Friday night would have been a bit of disappointment if I couldn’t enjoy myself as a freelance journalist at any party. Making photos in virtually pitch dark, listening to the people, editing the future article in my head — well, it works for me for a whole evening. I almost forgot how incredibly good it is to be immersed in an entirely alien subculture. Now the majority of the crowd were 14-16 years old; so a huge generation gap was added to the regular cultural shock. However, the Hungarian gothic subculture is still good, in case one is interested; the Japanese band gave up it’s really unique electro-rock style — now it’s pure electronic music and dull as hell.This was also my first time when I was able to listen properly to the Hungarian experimental-electro servo.hatred. Last time their sound engineering were totally screwed up by the place: I could only hear a jarring voice over some scratching sound. Now I could make sure that the voice was intentionally jarring: probably the singer thinks it an original and artistic way to hide his total lack of singing talent. The programmed music was all right however; well, not exactly all right, but at least endurable.

V. maybe enjoyed herself, maybe not; I can never be sure. While I approached the evening as a blend-in practice, wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sport shoes, V. acted as a professional model at a fashion-show. She was prettier than pretty, especially because of her brand-new shoes and stockings; she definitely overdressed everybody. I am not worried about her, however: since she was the one who introduced me to the Hungarian goths, I am pretty sure that she has enough practice to get on with an evening like this.

Very unlike Cal and M., who looked much more like to startled parents who were anxious to be able to leave with their little daughter. Both of them were dressed for their daily jobs; first they were sitting in an empty room for one and a half hour — later joined us for the concert just to find themselves an other place to sit for the rest few hours. They were having a nice nap on each other’s lap; M. looked frightened, Cal a bit bored and embarrassed; eventually to whole evening was his idea. I am sure he got much more than he payed for.

So I missed M. going wild again; her sarcastic humor was the most I could drag out of her. But she said she likes goa. Maybe we should go to a goa party next time to see her wild side. If it really exist and she is not just a very good… storyteller in her blog.