Trinity Ball ‘08. Party Hardy etc etc etc
May 14th, 2008Right. This is not going to be a typical anaphotoblog. There will be no photos of the analogue crew cavorting happily together. There will be no hilarious anecdotes about our collective escapades. Not because we all heartily dislike each other (don’t worry, we’re not splitting up) but because, Trinity Ball doesn’t roll like that. Gareth compared Trinity Ball to a wedding. That’s too civilized a comparison. Trinity Ball is a battlefield. You enter at midnight, armed with the gig timetable and many friends. You leave, having seen – at best- The Mighty Stef, and certain that, once upon a time, you wouldn’t have been caught dead making out with Gerard who studies Science.
Even still, I have done some tireless research, and managed to piece together a vaguely coherent narrative. Some bits I may have made up.
Before The Ball:
Gareth and Bren hung out and drank with grown-ups.
Olwyn had a party. I don’t think anyone else showed up.
I went to a party where people had hair like this:
At The Ball
There was the Main Stage. It had bands like The Coronas –whose entire songwriting oeuvre is based on their J1. No thanks. Though, during my research, I did see that someone was, and I quote ‘gutted about missing the Coronas’. Each to their own.
Lightspeed Champion was playing as well. Conor’s boyfriend even got his photo taken with Dev. How Exciting.
Truth be told, the dance tent was where everyone could be found. Here I am dancing..
Though I think that Olwyn’s probably a better dancer than I am.
I can smile nicely though.
Kavinsky’s set was DIRE. Vitalic pulled out, so his set was extended by another hour or so. He couldn’t hack it. The tent emptied.
The Boyze Noize came on. Oh it was joy. The tent looked like this.
It felt like this.
After The Ball
Suddenly 5am rolled around. The sun was already up. Where to next?
Bren, Gareth, Conor, Andrew and Olwyn all went to Australia.
I went to a party full of dreadful people. So I cut my losses, and went elsewhere. Elsewhere being a gathering of lovely people, providing jumpers, cups of tea and exactly what we wanted to listen to.
Namely this..
Ailbhe Malone is 21 years old. Her father told her the other day that she was 'going to change the world'. She remains sceptical.
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I didn’t want to wreck anyone’s buzz beforehand, but Kavinsky is one of the worst DJs I’ve ever seen, so it really doesn’t surprise me that he was, as you put it, dire.
Yeah, someone told me that before the ball as well. Not really being electro-savvy, I thought I’d be on my own against Kavinsky. Especially as Gareth said he liked the set. Weirdo.
Kavinsky=muck
My pre-party=success (even if it doesn’t look like it!)
Vitalic pulling out=disaster
potential replacement gig= a mystery
above response not dissimilar to a haiku
I had fun.
Kavinsky wasn’t the best alright, don’t think he was THAT bad though…? A 4-hour Boys Noize set would have obviously been immensely preferable though, even if my only (hazy) memories are of the track listings being suspiciously similar to his Bugged Out! mix. Beatz were very much detected.
Love that my bedroom managed to find its way onto the Anablog, courtesy of Olwyn and our pre-party, and (I’m assuming) Facebook…
I think Kav’s set would have been fine had it not been so drawn out- which, I suppose, he hadn’t really bargained for. I haven’t heard Boys Noize’s Bugged Out! mix. Maybe I’ll download it and remind myself that there was a time before finals, a time when I danced.