Gaz.

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.

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.

cold and sober.

Just in case you don't know by now, this is Gareth Liddiard from the Drones (not that you should have any excuse not to- dreamboat!). I saw him do a solo sesh at the Post Office Hotel on Sunday and he was wonderful! He played a few of his new songs, including one that stopped mid-way 'cos it's "not finished yet!", alongside Drones songs, and witty banter.

My favourite Liddiard saying- "They're a pack of cunts!"

I also saw the Drones the previous weekend at the Inpress Warehouse, playing with Batrider and The Dacios,where the picture is taken (note Mike Noga in the background- my new love).

They are so amazingly sad and beautiful.

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.