I wish Meredith would just hurry up.

you're making out like you don't want to be licking on ice-cream and sitting next to me.

I saw Legends of Motorsport, and the Bowers last night. Bunny Monroe were also playing, but we didn't get there in time

The Bowers were a lot different from last time I saw them. The singer (a.k.a most beautiful person at Yah Yahs) was dancing the sickest moves, and made me smile the whole time, but I still couldn't like the music, no matter how attractive he was.

Then Legends played, but I got sick of them by the end. I don't think I'll go see them for a while, unless they are playing Remnants of the Big Bang in entirety.

Brunswick ladiiiies.

tee ay ess tee ee bee you dee

I scored some freebies to the King Khan and BBQ show, so Nell and I went out last Wednesday in hopes of catching a glimpse of King Khan's belly again.
I met King Khan earlier in the day while I was working reception, and he smiled and said hi to me. I didn't even say it first, or have to stare at him to make him greet me. I think we fell in love.

Their show was at the Corner, and it was pretty full. We missed Woolen Kits, 'cos we were eating dinner, and nearly missed out on Royal Headache (who are amaaaazing, and I love them), because appaz you're not allowed to take in larger cameras. What a photography monopoly!

Being the clever cats that we are, we managed to get in with Nell's huge, fancy camera. Here are a few of her shots of the super babe that is King Khan, and his performance partner, the funny, albeit not such a cutie pie, Mark Sultan a.k.a. BBQ.

The costumes, songs and backdrop were all so amazing. Plus, they bagged the fuck out of Xavier Rudd, which was funny. It was probably my favourite show of the year thus far. We played 'Tastebuds' in the car on repeat all the way home, which is now the new favourite cunt song.

"If you have a problem with this song, you have a problem with your sexuality"- King Khan

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the golden age.

meet me at the corner of smith and johnston

if i had to shop for prescription lenses, i would shop for them here.

rats.

I caught tram 112 to the hairdressers today. I expect a few weirdos to be on that tram, but they never normally sit near me, let alone speak to me.

A man my Dad's age got on with a big camera bag and sat opposite me. I didn't pay much attention to him 'til I saw two massive rats appear out of the bag. He saw me staring at them, so I felt like I should feign a smile and say something so that he didn't think I was rude.

-Do they have names?

The white rat was called Sid, and the black rat was his brother. Sid was sleepy, but his brother was jumping around like a loony. The whole time I was just hoping for the tram to hurry up and get to Johnson street before one of these rats jumped on my face and scratched out my eyeballs.

The man was actually really nice though, he told me how he took them with him everywhere, and had even introduced them to Molly Meldrum. He then began to talk to me about the fear of the unknown.

- Some people will walk around with dogs-rottweilers, and no one gets afraid, even though a dog can bite you to death. I should be able to take my pets out, just like they do, but when I walk around with my two rats, people avoid me and give me strange looks- but at least I always get a good seat on the tram!

It's kind of true isn't it. I was so afraid of him, and weirded out when he sat down near me, because he was lugging around two massive rats, but he was probably the nicest person I have ever met on a tram.

He even grabbed the rats arms to motion a wave goodbye to me at my stop.

seen better legs on a table.

So, It looks like the Old Bar is becoming our new haunt for the time being. I've been there more in the last month that I have is the past year and a half, but not enough so that my outfits haven't had to be repeated.

I was there Sunday, for the last night of Buried Horses residency. I missed most of Death Valley Band, but was able to catch the Orphanage. They were okay, I don't actually remember them because I was too busy being surprised and bitchy, but the songs I heard over the internet were pretty good.

Buried Horses were really good (my vocab. just isn't the same anymore- i need to start reading again!), and I wasn't hit by anything. My friend and I played our usual copycat game during their set, and I think we're good enough to do the moves without the live band backing now.

I think I have seen them so many times that soon they will be overtaking the live play count (a la iTunes) of Digger and the Pussycats. I'm stuck in a complete social inertia when it comes to liking things, but I guess this is keeping with the animal theme, so it's not too difficult to handle.

Another thing that has been incessantly happening is Johnny Cash covers. Bands are all over him, the last four times I have been out three bands have covered the man in black. Not that that's a bad thing.
Unlike some people I know.

cuddles beach- a good place to take your girlfriend (and stab her)

My Dad and I went and had a geezer at the Tote exhibition, and there was so many cool posters. I got Tote-stamped for the last time, and like I was actually at the hotel, I felt like I was about five in comparison to everyone else who was there.

Then I went and found my new boyfriend, Gareth Liddiard. He was playing at the Northcote Social Club, doing a run of special solo shows. I've loved the Drones for quite a while now, but things are never in my favour when I want to see them live.
There was a girl with a guitar, followed by Jacky Winter. I recognised a lot of his songs, and he did a really cool cover of a Mum Smokes song. I was kind of worried at this stage though, because I brought my Dad along for his birthday. He's a bit more into punk (I think) than all this guitary stuff, but I needn't have worried- Gareth Liddiard was so much more amazing than I ever would have imagined and I bow my head in shame for ever doubting him.
His banter between songs was hilarious, I never really thought he would be so funny, as all the interviews I have ever read of his seemed serious. He joked about Australian music icons, roughnecks and tightrope walkers who tightrope walked over Niagara Falls, the back over again, walking with boxes of their feet and cooking an omlette. Plus, he had the cutest laugh I have ever heard.

I'm definitely in love with him.

fuck 'er in the eye.

I saw all the extremities last night at the Old Bar. There was a guy who had the biggest feet I have ever seen. If only his shoes were painted red, he would be a great clown. On the other end of the scale, there was a man with the tiniest toes ever. There was also heaps heaps of torso's ranging on the hair-o-metre from gorilla to school-boy.

Buried Horses played first and were great, as per usual. I'm not overly keen on some of the new songs, but they're good to see and I was relieved not be hit with any tambourines. They tuned by playing bits of Pop Crimes, which was exciting/cool.

Teen Archer played next. I think I had the confused with the Twerps, so I wasn't really prepared for their sounds. Some of the songs were alright, but mostly I didn't like them. I spent most of my time in courtyard during this.

Assassination Collective were pretty cool. The drummer from the Stabs was in it, and he was so hairy (not as hair as Sam from Digger, though. He showed us- or the guy talking to me, Liam- his chest at one stage). There was also this girl who looked liked my year seven Geography teacher in the band. It was cute because she yelled when she sung.

Digger and the Pussycats were the same as they were last week, but I think the reason that I never really get sick of them is because of their amusing banter between songs. This time it mainly revolved around BJ's, and getting naked.

There was this drunken buffoon lady trying her hardest to get fifteen minutes of fame. She got up to sing at the end of the last song, instead of saying "oh yeah" she was shouting, "fuck 'er in the eye". It was funny at the start, then she just got annoying and kept speaking when the song had finished. The sound guy cut off the mike, but you could still hear her.

You sing like a cunt!

this song is for all the sluts out there.

Yah Yah's is really starting to frustrate me in how they state that their show will be free, then hit you with a charge at the door. I don't care about paying, but I'd like to know how much I need to save over the week to get my feet in the door

I went there to see Digger and the Pussycats for their album launch and a plethora of other bands/men that I love. Lucky I had twelve dollars in my pocket.

Precious Jules was Kim Salmon and another smaller, hairier man. Kim Salmon is shorter than expected, and aside from that and his overgrown hair-do he was LOVELY. I really think that I wish he was my husband, but the height difference (and i suppose the age difference ha) is just too much. Bad luck, Kim.

I had waited so, so, so long to see Legends of Motorsport live, and I think I was a tiny bit disappointed. All I wanted them to do was play Brunswick Ladies and they didn't do it. They were cute, nonetheless, and the singer still has the worst/best voice ever.

Digger and the Pussycats were their usual shit self, they played heaps of stuff from their new album but it seemed like a shorter that the usual short set. Andy said it was because they had been drinking for a million hours prior. They played the cunt and slut song, so I was happy.

My friend then touched a punk's mohawk, and went on search for the world greatest kebab. We met a man dressed as a lady on our journey and he took us to a drag queen party in Carlton in exchange for a cigarette, where we drank goon from clotheslines.

Don't tell my mum.