Goes To Hollywood

Justin Heazlewood wrote such a beautiful little piece about looking for love in the latest copy of Frankie. I wish I could wax poetic in such a lovely manner.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine, forever more
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?
When I'm sixty four

I love you Laurie and Bella Union

Okay so I know it's only MX but....

I don't know what this douchebag was thinking when they listened to this, and it's obvious they didn't take the time or money to attend the ACTUAL event, as this is the most bullshit music review I have ever read.

"Given he's spent a career trying to disown the Dots, Paul Kelly wouldn't have realsied that 2009 marked the 30th anniversary of their first recording (a single called, ironically, Recognition). But Triple J's Richard Kingsmill did, and damn it, he was going to do something about it. So Melbourne's famed Forum Theatre was home to a couple of tribute concerts last November. So far, not so bad - after all, it shouldn't be too hard to gather a line-up, given Kelly's collaborated with just about anyone you care to name in Australian music. But who does Kingsmill rope in, using all his contacts and clout? Missy Higgins. Fair enough. Tick. Katy Steele. Tick. Clare Bowditch. Tick. Sort of. John Butler. Mmmmm, OK. Bob Evans. Oh dear. Dan Sultan. Bloody Hell, is it too late to cancel? No it's not, so rounding out the bill is Jae Laffer, Paul Dempsey, Ash Naylor, Megan Washington, Adalita and...Ozi Batla. Cripes. Predictably, the material is obvious, the arrangements routine, the recording is rough (did anyone put a mic near the singers?) - and there's not a Dots song to be heard. Not even Recognition. Go figure."

- Stevie Nix (?) MX Thursday 25th February 2010

I don't even know where to start about how much is wrong with this pigheaded, totally irrelevant rant about the Tribute CD. For the record, I went to the concert and it was fucking amazing. Makes-you-want-to-cry good. I don't know what exactly they think they know about artists in the Australian music scene but it's a pretty decent line up, I don't imagine who Stevie thought was going to be gracing the stage. To call their arrangements and material obvious and routine is to be seriously misinformed, because there was nothing routine about Dan Sultan's "Give In To My Love" - I think it rivals the original and the man is a babe; and Megan Washington had the Forum in the palm of her hand; you could have heard a pin drop during "Meet Me In The Middle Of The Air".

This kind of thing makes me want to punch kittens. I'm sorry. I can't let that go by, and by no means am I some sort of musical expert, but I can say first hand that it was genuinely a once in a lifetime experience, and so moving. My breath was taken away countless times. I guess it's a constant debate for musical artists as to whether they play a set of their classics, or more obscure tunes, but I think it suited for Kelly's most well-known and most loved songs to be played. Their popularity by no means diminishes their sublime beauty. His songwriting is timeless.

I supposed I should mention that I have not actually listened to this CD, which makes me slightly misinformed, but I have seen the filmed version, that was on ABC2 a couple of weeks back (I'm in it!) and I think the slightly amateurish filming and reocrding adds to the charm. If the review had been ONLY about that, it would have made more sense, but this person just blindly badmouthed everyone who had anything to do with it. Have they seen Clare Bowditch perform live?! The woman is amazing. I think anyone who is questioning the credibility and presence of artists such as Ash Naylor, Paul Dempsey and Bob Evans needs to do some field research.

Grab a brew, don't cost nothin'!

Get some college up ya. This blog is for Jeff, because he wanted you to all know that I think he's great.

I'm such a pathetic excuse for a binge drinker. So from here on in, I will try to be more like John Belushi. Hopefully I'll still be alive at the end of the week.


TOGA! TOGA!

I just feel like everyone tries to do something different, but you always wind up doing the same damn thing.

If I thought I knew the reason, why I've gone and fallen in love with you....

Brian Jonestown were the most ultimate thing I have ever witnessed. I went with Laurie and it just, well all my expectations were shattered and I don't even have words for how mind-blowingly brilliant it was. They didn't play "Spun", but they did play "Wisdom" and "Cabin Fever". It was just like a showcase of Peppermint, but that's okay :) I like it that way.

TAKE MY MONEY
TAKE MY TIMEEEEEE
TAKE MY SISTER
I DON'T MINDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


PS. I live in college now :)

My kinds your kind, I'll stay the same

So many zzzzzzzzz's waiting to be caught

But it's just not my night.

I'm sitting amongst my possessions. Highlights of the day were finding my High School Musical mug and a whole packet of straws. Am so ready to move out. I was thinking that I would like to start saying "dope", as in "That's a dope hat." I think I would sound silly. It's like how I was thinking about getting a haircut, that I'm not really comfortable with giving the hairdresser permission to cut, as still holding out that I may look like Agyness Deyn if I too had a pixie cut. But I kind of want to make friends when I move to college, and so therefore will make a concious effort to have normal hair and not say "dope" so I'm not ostracised and forced to make dinner for one, every friggin' night.

So I wrote Lou a message, telling her about the latest drama in my life. And then that's it! I was listening to the sounds of Anton Newcombe before, but that made me too excited because I'm seeing him on Sunday. It wasn't helping the sleep cause, but for that matter, neither is this.

I think I'm going to smash some eggs benedist for breakfast. Eggs benedict never lets you down.



Bring on the lolocaust.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Just when you think you've heard it all....





I cannot actually grasp the fact that this is happening to me. And that people like this actually exist. In real life. Not just in the movies, people. There are fucking douche-bags left, right and centre.

Valetines Day.

I went and saw it today. It's that one with ten billion Hollywood Stars in it and was billed as being like Love Actually. Bearing in mind that I love Love Actually (ha), Valentines Day really failed to meet any reasonable expectations. With all the awkward self-awareness of a typical American romantic comedy, it really tries to tie it all together, but it's just not the same. The little kid who was supposed to be in love made me want to punch someone and I just about choked when the little Indian girl said she couldn't play because "she had to work at her parent's restaurant". So anyway, pretty lame. Probably not worth the $15 I paid to see it. Then I bought the new BJM album, Who Killed Sgt. Pepper, and it's a bit too experimental for my tastes. But oh well.

Desperate measures.

Anyone, ANYONE AT ALL, even a little bit interested in buying a Melbourne Good Vibrations ticket? It's on the 21st of Feb. $120 ono. :)

Line up includes The Killers, Salt n Pepa, The Gossip, Basement Jaxx, Busta Rhymes, Friendly Fires, Armand Van Helden, Art vs Science, Gym Class Heroes.

Would love to go, but it's the same day as BJM. So it's a doozy, obviously :)

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that?

"You're special friends....friends I don't let come into my house."

- Jen Barber

Countdown to moving day: 12 days

Well typically, and true to form, I proved I have all the attention span of a goldfish with ADD and look back and really can't believe that it was only 3 weeks ago that I was convinced that my heart was breaking. It's really quite a pathetic state of affairs. Anyway, things that I have done/things that have happened since I last posted:

- I worked 105 hours during the Australian Open, making coffees for cashed up bogans, all of who like to order every imaginable, complex variation of your standard, run of the mill coffee. By the end of the week, in my eyes, requiring soy milk was worthy of a bullet in your head.

- Had my paycheck severely dented by the generous and caring people at the Tax Office.

- Got into residence at university! Wanted to cause severe pain to Centrelink for being such unreasonable assholes about my youth allowance claims.

- Roger Federer, predictably, pwned everybody else.

- I, predictably, got one of these: http://www.formspring.me/vacuumboots

- And the real highlight was of course:



Back to being mediocre!