23 years old
Up for The Monkees, not so fantastically good today. Didn’t clean my room as planned. Packed for Canberra. M rang, she’s leaving tomorrow too.
D was over all day. Read the papers, played with his drum machine, watched Countdown.
Decided to go to Iggy Pop (at the Crystal Ballroom). Felt I should, but didn’t quite feel like it. Glad I did though. He was fabulous. C, D and I picked up Rebecca and we all went along. The crowd was super fake and dressed up. It was packed. Saw people I knew – strange not seeing them more often. Davin, Kira, Tony, Julian, Mark, Lorelle, Brice, John.
Iggy Pop was fantastic but it was SO hot and crowded and PUSHY. I could only stay at the front for four songs. I felt that if I stayed longer, I’d never leave there alive. But those four songs were totally great, so well delivered, and the atmosphere matched them perfectly.
Pushed my way out. I was shaking. C and I found each other, she escaped after two songs. We went downstairs for a drink and then watched (or listened) to the rest of the set from the back.