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.