I'd been there a couple of times before courtesy of tram 86 and a short stroll down Johnston St, but this time I went some weird way and got really lost. I had to call my friend whilst standing on the corner of Hoddle and Johnston, so that she could locate me on Google maps and street view me to Wellington St. It was a bit embarrassing, but I'm sure she loved playing cartography hero.
The Tote always reminds me of my innate uncoolness (and getting lost on the way there only adorns this), and lack of years in my age. This visit, to see the Ooga Boogas last show for the year was no exception.
I'd never seen them before, but I had seen the guitarist (who was an extreme keyboardists for this show) in ECSR. I really like ECSR, so much so that I have a 5 by 4 (measured in A4 paper) homemade poster of them- mainly Brendan though.
The singer had this shirt on that, if my memory serves me correctly, stated 'on the loose'. This was written in fluro eighties type and every time I looked at him I was like "What? Why is he wearing a Daft Punk top?". I did this each time I glanced at him, which was really only when I wasn't mesmerised by the drummers top. If his t-shirt was a Iggy Pop song, it would be 'Dirt' (because that's my favourite).
The conclusion of the set felt a bit a bit abrupt (like my review- i'm super tired...), but I would probably go see them again because I have heard that they are usually much better than their Thursday Tote peformance.
My hair really smelt like the cellar at my parents house the next day. It actually still does, because I'm gross and didn't wash it in the morning (mainly because i'm inept at using a hairdryer).
I might go hit the shampoo now. Wait, I might nap first- I think my eyes are about to fall out.
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