Not much. At first sight…
I took my “job” of a blogger very seriously, maybe a bit too seriously… :). So I had a very detailed plan what am I going to do over the weekend, starting on Friday afternoon with a surf at Muriwai. My friend suggested me to visit The Kings Arms, a heritage pub with live music performances. It might help if I would study a programme in advance, but I guess my life would not be as interesting as it is now. We would probably have missed a punk & alternative funk concert.
The last time I was at a punk concert was when I was about 16 and a school band played in our school’s gym on one Friday night. So I could say that punk is not really my cup of tea, although I might change my mind after the Friday’s concert 🙂 .
The Kings Arms hosted the Glocks, a New Zealand band who describes themselves as a cross between The Clash, The Sex Pistols and Nirvana. I quite enjoyed their concert. They played their songs and a few really good covers. I really liked the female vocal, which I though is quite unusual for a punk band (but I can’t really call myself a punk band and music expert). And I really liked the lead male singer and guitar player – a super skinny guy in leather pants with unproportionally big jaws looking like he was heavily abusing drugs in his youth but with an I-would-say-Scottish-but-I-might-be-wrong accent and a pretty good voice. The performance was very entertaining! And it got even better (well, at least for the male audience) as Bambi the streaper walked on the stage and join the group during one of the songs.
I would expect a bunch of 16-year-olds at a punk concert but the audience here was (very) mature. Maybe there was not that much slamming going on (apart from two ladies who were having a blast in the front 5 (empty) rows), but people seemed to have enjoyed the show. And if you wanted/needed a break from the noise, the Kings Arms has a beautiful garden where you can still hear the music well but are able to talk to each other as well.
After the Glock’s show was over, most of the people left. However, the night was not over yet. The lead singer’s (the guy in the leather pants) son and his punk band took over the stage. These kids have a future, I would say (but again, I’m not a punk music expert). And it was great to see the father (the guy in the leather pants, remember?) to join his son and others on the stage and perform one of the songs with them.
I drove my friends back to the city centre where they live. Since we were right by the K Road and felt like the night is still “young” (and because I needed a material for this blog 🙂 ), we decided to explore further. We passed by Family Bar & Club where a huge “lady” stopped us and kindly invited us to the club. “Let’s go, I have never been to a gay club, this should be fun!”. And it was! The place is huge. The top floor is rather long, with a little stage where there was a performance of drag queens shortly after we arrived (they could practice a bit more though). At the back of the club there are narrow dark steps that lead you to the bottom floor. The whole new world opens there! Different music, different lighting, different staging, but similar people. People seemed to really enjoy the night. And we certainly had a lot of fun too!