Wednesday, January 5, 2011

long gone whistle

I've sure been lazy with updating the ol' blog.

I saw Buried Horses and Bakelite Age, went to Meredith and had a wonderful time and saw Graveyard Train twice in one weekend.

Meredith was wonderful, but I can't say it better than any other reviewer already did two weeks ago. Except I disagree with the review I read that said Custard should have kept their reformation to Queensland. They were heaps of fun and smashed out the hits we'd played all car ride down. Neil Finn was also great, but everyone knows that now, don't they.

Graveyard Train are my new favourite thing in the world. My family was also impressed with the CD, so we played it during Christmas lunch.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Thursday, December 2, 2010

human jukebox 2

My Dad and I went to see Kim Salmon at the Old Bar last Sunday. It was really, really good. Maybe one of my favourite gigs for the year.

He played two sets of Scientists stuff, and it was really cute seeing him play Frantic Romantic, 'cos it's such a teenager song and he's getting on in age now. Still looks good though (obligatory creepy musing).

When he finished Rowland S Howard was playing over the speakers. He's defs been following me this last week. First at the Tote, then the Old Bar, and on Wednesday I saw his photo in one of my Uni lectures offices.

Weird times.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

human jukebox

We were on the door for Buried Horses this weekend, so we went, if only to emanate the importance of being on the door list (to ourselves).

While I was waiting for my friend I could the bass of my favourite/least favourite song of theirs and by the time we were in it was over. I don’t know if that was good or bad. They were good, again (I don’t know any other adjectives aside from good and great, anymore. From a scale of 1-5 I guess it’d go: bad, not that good, okay, good, great) and they have a great cover of Ghost Riders In The Sky.

Afterwards I performed a monologue or two to a few unlucky people, then Jim, Ella and I spend $10 playing the ‘best of’ the Tote jukebox. It was mainly Rowland S Howard and it was good.

Great.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

trips to spain and china.

Half of the enjoyment of seeing bands is not the bands you go to see, but the crowd—who you see.

I still don’t know that many people in Melbourne, so when someone recognises you it’s quite a nice feeling. I think I knew at least seven people when Buried Horses played as part of the Spanish Festival on Friday night. The band was good too-- I think it just takes a million listens to get used to, like many nice things.

Later on in the night I discovered the mystery of the second floor rooms at the Old Bar, and uncovered a plethora of GV gossip. The secrets mainly revolved around failures of sorts, and because I was so intrigued with these jaw-dropping hearsays I missed out on Midnight Woolf. I heard their cover of Gloria though, which sounded fun.

On Sunday my friend asked me to go to China Town Getdown. There was too much floral, lace and high-waisted pants. I’m pretty sure every band there would cite the Velvet Underground as a major influence. They weren’t bad, bad—Dirt Farmer are nice, but the bands were just all too similar and I was too tired.

Plus, it was kind of boring compared to the previous night.

Sorry.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

last liddiard post.

I know I harp on about Gareth Liddiard like my life depends on it, but this will be the last post regarding him for a while- I promise!

I saw him at the Thornbury Theatre on Friday with my parents, where he playedStrange Tourist in its entirety, followed by an encore of some of favourite Drones songs; I am the Supercargo, Locust and Jezabel. It would be in my top 3 gigs of the year. He displayed so much emotion in the songs, especially the Radicalistion of D (which is intense enough on CD- hearing it live nearly made me want to cry when it got to the 'you're living in a nightmare...' part).

One of my favourite parts of seeing Liddiard live is his wonderfully witty banter littered between songs. I think my favourite was when he spoke after playing Supercargo and he said he was in Mexico hopped up on drugs when he wrote the song, and when he played it back it was so slow.

Fuck, I can't do him justice. I'm making him sound like a wanker.

He's not though.

I don't think.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

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.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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:


Monday, October 18, 2010

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.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

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.