So, surprisingly, I had a pretty decent day today. I had an ok sleep the night before, got up early, managed to be perfectly on-time for the bus, and took the train to Madrid with George to get my plane ticket home sorted out once and for all.
By the time we arrived, it was still siesta and the agency was closed, so we ended up getting some food and coffee from Starbucks, and eating in the Plaza de España, next to the monument to writer Miguel de Cervantes. When it was after 5, we went to the agency, and luckily, the director, who spoke English and whom I'd already spoken to over the phone was there. And I think everything’s pretty much sorted. It's going to cost me €50 to get the ticket re-issued, and it costs €25 to get the date changed or the destination changed, but for some reason which was explained to me but I still don’t get, it's still only going to add up to €75 to get from Madrid to Sydney (instead of Perth), arriving on the 6th, which is only one to two days earlier than I now want to get there, but it's still much cheaper to pay for a few extra hotel nights, than to fly home, dump my bags, sit around for a day, and then fly out to Sydney, which will cost me $300 or so in a plane ticket. This also means that I'll be arriving in Australia the day before the Brissy NIN show, so hell, I might even go to that one too. Fuck it, my father's paying for it (unless I just get a loan from him), so I may as well. Even though even I can admit it's getting a little tad bit extravagant. But seriously, how long is this line up gonna last (and what I mean by that is, how much longer is Aaron gonna throw himself around a stage before he gets fed up, pack it all in, and writes a folk album. Featuring a harmonica solo. Per song.)? I wanna milk it for all it's worth, while I can! That, and NIN are an incredibly addictive band to see. Seriously. It's like Trent's giving us all musical crack, and we're all reacting like Petey D.
Anyway, so I think all is well for getting back home, hopefully, but I'll be finding out if its all authorized and ok next Tuesday. I'm still incredibly annoyed at STA for screwing me around so long, and not only feeding me only tiny snippets of information (perhaps telling me head office was in London would have been a good idea, so I could have done everything, in one day, without having to go through authorisation, on my first trip over, instead of just sending me in blindly. Ya know, coulda helped), but straight out making shit up to tell me, like that it would cost me over $1000 to change my destination. I call buuuullshit. Annoys the buggery out of me. Fortunately, listening to Carry On by CSNY over and over kind of puts me in a cheerier mood. But me being so masochistic and all, I also counteract that cheeriness brought by four hippies with sadness by watching live Chills DVD's over and over. Gheyness.
Anyway, after I spoke to the travel agent, I went to my favourite record store in the entire world, Discos Melocoton, which has not only a pretty killer selection of newer records, (punk, hardcore, new wave, indie type stuff), a ton of great rare records (like a JJJ Live At The Wireless record!!!), but it has the biggest selection of 60-70's beat/psych/folk/(good) jazz/mod/pre-punk etc records I've seen! And its not just the shitty 18th re-issue of Bob Dylans Greatest Hits Vol 1, it's stuff like original pressings of really great, and really rare albums. There’s been multiple albums I've found there I've literally searched the world for, and not only that, but there cheap too!! Going there always puts me in a good mood, and today was no exception. I ended up only buying one record (I restrained myself from buying the new Iggy rarities album for now, and another copy of Bringing It All Back Home), The White Stripes Elephant, which has one disc printed on red vinyl, and one on white for a measly €21. Aaaaaand, best of all, I finally, finally found one of the Kaleidoscope records I've been looking for!! Not Tangerine Dream, unfortunately, (although there's a chance that a copy will come in a week or so), but the BBS recording split LP, between Kaleidoscope and Fairfield Parlour, which is what Kaleidoscope changed their name to, most likely because there was another band, from the US also called Kaleidoscope, who also played fuzzy-guitar-folk-pych-pop rock. But they weren’t as good as the UK Kaleidoscope. Which is the one I dig more. So anyway, this albums a spilt, with itself. Kind of. If you get me. So there’s a bit of musical knowledge for you. And another totally cool thing about the store is the posters and displays. In the outside window, and on all the walls there are framed vintage concert posters, and there’s a class case with an original pressing of Bluebird/Mr. Soul 45" by Buffalo Springfield. GAPH! The first time I saw it, I almost peed my pants with glee, and I finally found out today that the version of Bluebird is a different version of what’s on the album. And that it's not for sale. :'( Le sigh. Oh well. Life continues.
I also found out that Nick Cave will be playing two shows in Spain before I leave!! Wiiiicked! So at least I might have something to make up for missing Chilli Peps. Speaking of which, they're playing in Bilbao 2 freaking months after I leave. And The Jesus & Mary Chain are also playing in Madrid for the Summercase Festival in July too :'( I'm almost tempted to stay for them, but I don't think I can. Not because of any physical reason (like lack of space), but mentally, I just can't deal with my Dads mind-fucks anymore. If he thinks it's more important to spend my last weeks I'll most likely ever have with him with his violent, psychotic, gold-digging bitch of a girlfriend in Hong Kong, then fine. He's obviously made his decision, the one that he's been skirting around for the past 6 years, and that’s now on his head, not mine. Anyway, St. Nick, yay!! And Patrick Wolf is also playing a show in Malaga, on the 17th, so if I can see if I can get down there for Nick, I might toodle to that too, seeing it's only 5 or 6 days before. I dunno, we'll see...
And randomly, Bright Eyes is brilliant. I've been denying it for some time now, and I know I'll regret one day saying it, and he'll never, never, be anywhere near as good as Elliot Smith (beauty), but I heard his new overly-old-folk record right in the middle of a MASSIVE Neil Young/CSNY-family-tree phase I seem to be going through now, and it hit me in just the right way. So damn him, but bless him. At least he doesn’t have emo hair anymore though. Nope, just long hippy hair.
Anyway, it's 7.40am and I haven’t been to bed yet, so I’m going.