and you're all fucked anyway.

Digger and the Pussycats 2am Pony show was definitely the best time I’ve had in ages. We were watching a friend’s band in the city beforehand, and I was worried we'd miss the 'good' songs .

I’m not a huge fan of Pony- it smells and it’s always chock-ab-block full of creeps, but it was so busy on Friday it didn’t matter.

We were all a bit drunk, and nearly lashed 10 minutes after arriving there in favour of getting food and going to bed, but as we were walking out of the room we heard the seductive guitar notes of ‘I want to be your slut’, so we came back and the song cured our sickness.

Our new friend Lucette was there (we see her nearly every time we see a band), and she played a bit of drums for them in a later song.

When they played ‘Coming to get you’ they said, “This is for Madi”, which was exciting know that finally my high intensity fandom has paid off haha.

Good times.

freedom in the loot

Whilst on my Liddiard obsession, I 'spose I should mention I saw him with the rest of his super good lookin' band mates at the Forum.

I missed out on the Twerps and PK14 because I went to my friends before heading off to the Forum, which was sixty times better for my self esteem anyway.

The Drones were really good, but apparently the sound sucked. I couldn't tell though 'cos I was close to the front.

Here is a picture from the Melbourne International Arts Festival's Facebook:

Radicalisation of D

Listen to the Radicalisation of D by Gareth Liddiard. Despite it coming in at just short of sixteen minutes, it was probably the most beautiful and harrowing sixteen minutes of my day.

A million dollars that kids in VCE will be studying his words in years to come.

On a lighter note--what a babe. I'm really into this whole Ned Kelly/ Australian look at the moment. I've got the boots, the background, and necessary aussie classics on my bookshelf, but i jut can't grow the facial hair.

Lucky I'm a girl, I spose.

greed, money, useless children

My life is in a complete musical lull right now- we haven't even had a band practice in a month and i've seen next to no gigs. I've been listening to Nancy Sinatra. I think I'm getting soft.

I'm going to talk about other shit now.

Lucky you.

i'm livin' on the breadline.

I've been to as more Digger and the Pussycats gigs than my age in years, and only the other week did I start to tire.

Except that I didn't really tire of the band, I was more tired from catching a plethora of trams to meet my little brother in the city and take him out to see his first overage gig (I'm such a joker!).

He assured me that he didn't want to go, that the band would be a piece of shit (LOLOLOLOLOL), and i-won't-get-in-anyway-you-idiot-i'm-only-sixteen!

He did get in, and he handled his first use of an I.D. much better than I did. He still wasn't keen on being there, so I got him a glass of water and a seat, so he could text all his friends that he was in a real life bar and take a photo of the stamp on his wrist and post it to his Facebook wall.

Once Digger and the Pussycats finally took to the stage, they said some rude stuff, played some songs, and got sweaty as. Sweaty as what? Sweaty as... a band... i guess.

I think my brother was pretty impressed with the vulgarity of the songs and the chit chat between them, and Andy's unseated drumming. He couldn't stop smiling, and I think they're pretty good to see as your first pub band. I can't remember much about the first time I saw Digger and the Pussycats, because I was three-quarters totaled, but I do remember having a good time and harrassing the band and being general embarrassment.

Thanks Digger and the Pussycats for uppin' my cool cred with the bro, I will be taking credit for any purchases of your CD in JB HiFi Shepparton.

Send me a cheque in the mail.

re-treat

Mike Noga was super cute last night at the Retreat. His music probs isn't what I'd consider to be amazing, but he seemed really lovely and glad that people were there to see him play. He was pretty funny, and had a cool song called 'Wake Up Dan' that he recorded on his iPhone.

Buried Horses also played and they were heaps better than last time I saw them, so I guess that means that I like the band again.

Lucky them!

brian hooper (is super)

I don't know much about makin' music, but every single bass line Brian Hooper played on Pop Crimes was wonderful.

deadwood

The Stabs are one of my favourite bands in thee whole world. I'm just fresh from seeing them at John Curtain Bandroom, and they were, as envisaged, amazing. Unfortunately I went with my BFF so we spent half the time making fun of shit (espesh plaits), and I lost a heap of limited edition Mentos in my excitement.

Have I not yet been creepy enough in this post? Well, the bass player's kinda cute...

off the hip bbq

I had to go printer shopping with my Dad on Sunday, so I arrived at the Off the Hip BBQ at the Tote kinda late. It had been going all day but we only arrived at the demise of the Cheats set, in time to catch Russian Roulettes.

Russian Roulettes completely slayed it, and I'd defs go see them again. The drummer had a super cute lisp, and some real tight hairdo. Midnight Wolf and Johnnie Casino followed. Then Spencer P. Jones secretly took o the stage and it was really exciting 'cos he's amazing. I've never seen him without a cowboy hat before, so I guess that made it all the more special! He played a few songs on his lonesome on a cool transparent guitar, then a couple with backing from Los Chicos- at this point there was four guitars on stage- but too many cooks didn't spoil the broth.


I love Los Chicos, I saw them twice while they were in Australia, and I wish they were here forever and ever so that they could be my boyfriends (especially the singer). They were super trashy and did an appauling cover of My Pal, but it had so much heart and fun in it, you couldn't help but smile.

Buried Horses were last, weirdly. It kind of seemed as though it should have ended on the Los Chicos high. I'm still not keen on the new songs- I like the music, but the vocals are just too RAAAAH, and make me feel like I'm getting creeped on in the outback by John Jarrat in Wolf Creek.

big sexy noise- lydia lunch

I've recently watched the doco Blank City at Melbourne International Film Festival and decided that Lydia Lunch is an okay person. I thought she was a wanker, because in the We're Livin' On Dogfood doco she was a complete tool and her voice was really grating. Howevz, in Blank City she was quite funny, and she has done some pretty cool stuff. I love her cover of Some Velvet Morning that she does with Rowland S Howard. It gives me shivers.