Fuck you. And fuck your train!

This time last week, I was watching Death to the Meachanisms live in Nambucca, a pub somewhere in London.

Getting there was almost an adventure, given that as soon as I boarded the eurostar, the captain made an announcement that the tracks were on fire. Power got cut to the train (and the station?) some moments later, switching the train to battery power. When the train went to emergency lighting there was still fire on the tracks and no word when we would leave. SO I went to sleep.

The train, needless to say, arrived well behind schedule, which is hilarious given that the Bifrost Incident (a live rendition of which starts about 1h30 into the above livestream, iirc) involves a very delayed train finally making it to station. The title of this entry is taken from said album.

I've been a fan of The Mechanisms for a really long time, since around the time High Noon Over Camelot came out. I can't remember exactly if it was before or after. I took a really, really long time to actually listen to that album -- Arthuriana can hit me really badly -- but it's now my favourite, maybe tied with the Bifrost Incident.

This concert last Sunday being their last one ever, I decided I was going to take this last chance to see them live. Which I did.

I... made the mistake of not asking for priority seating, because I thought the venue would have more seating than it had and because my knee is mostly fine as long as I don't stand on it for too long. I sat on the floor intermittently throughout the support act, until someone almost stepped on me once it was over. She had seats, she gave me one, she was very nice :')

Knee pain aside, totally worth it.

I didn't tell anyone in the band how much it meant to me -- I mean, I did tell the Captain First mate that i loved the show when I ran into him on my way out -- because it's (a) hard to phrase at all and (b) without being creepy. Also, (c) idk how to talk to people.

Anyway, ever since the concert ended I have been feeling kind of bereft and despondent. Which I know intellectually is kind of silly, because the people are still doing things and the music is not going anywhere -- especially not now that I have physical copies -- but still.

Still.

I'm gonna miss them.