you're making out like you don't want to be licking on ice-cream and sitting next to me.

I saw Legends of Motorsport, and the Bowers last night. Bunny Monroe were also playing, but we didn't get there in time

The Bowers were a lot different from last time I saw them. The singer (a.k.a most beautiful person at Yah Yahs) was dancing the sickest moves, and made me smile the whole time, but I still couldn't like the music, no matter how attractive he was.

Then Legends played, but I got sick of them by the end. I don't think I'll go see them for a while, unless they are playing Remnants of the Big Bang in entirety.

Brunswick ladiiiies.

this song is for all the sluts out there.

Yah Yah's is really starting to frustrate me in how they state that their show will be free, then hit you with a charge at the door. I don't care about paying, but I'd like to know how much I need to save over the week to get my feet in the door

I went there to see Digger and the Pussycats for their album launch and a plethora of other bands/men that I love. Lucky I had twelve dollars in my pocket.

Precious Jules was Kim Salmon and another smaller, hairier man. Kim Salmon is shorter than expected, and aside from that and his overgrown hair-do he was LOVELY. I really think that I wish he was my husband, but the height difference (and i suppose the age difference ha) is just too much. Bad luck, Kim.

I had waited so, so, so long to see Legends of Motorsport live, and I think I was a tiny bit disappointed. All I wanted them to do was play Brunswick Ladies and they didn't do it. They were cute, nonetheless, and the singer still has the worst/best voice ever.

Digger and the Pussycats were their usual shit self, they played heaps of stuff from their new album but it seemed like a shorter that the usual short set. Andy said it was because they had been drinking for a million hours prior. They played the cunt and slut song, so I was happy.

My friend then touched a punk's mohawk, and went on search for the world greatest kebab. We met a man dressed as a lady on our journey and he took us to a drag queen party in Carlton in exchange for a cigarette, where we drank goon from clotheslines.

Don't tell my mum.

d.i.y

Holy Fuck. I am so excited! Just quietly, this press release is the best.

"Some people think they’re a pretty fun band to watch (if you’re drunk or bored because you live at home with your parents) but most people agree that Digger & The Pussycats are far from the best band in Melbourne. To be frank, they’re quite shit. But they still try hard and have managed to somehow release their fourth studio album on Spooky Records. Titled DIY, it’s sure to go down in history as a flop. You’ll be able to find it in a bargain bin at JB-Hifi before Richmond win their first game of the 2010 season. But seriously, there’s nothing else good happening on Good Friday Eve and you don’t have to go to work for four days afterwards, so you might as well come down, have some drinks and watch Digger. Or you could just come down and check out the awesome support bands Legends Of Motorsport, Kim Salmon’s new band Precious Jules and the mighty YIS and try to get laid. If you play your cards right (or is that wrong?) you might even find yourselves going home with one of the Digger boys. Now that would definitely be an Easter to forget. "

faux junkies are dreamy.

Legends of Motorsport have been escaping me all year. I didn’t discover them until I saw the fabulously bearded Richard Fyshwick play at some Fringe Fest thing whenever the Fringe Fest was on, and fall deeply in love with the song Brunswick Ladies. Ever since I brought the CD and played it incessantly in my room, my friends who had overheard their sweet, sweet sounds would never go see them (by slyly being out of town, or ‘tired’).

Once again I am unable to attend Legends of Motorsport when they play along side Dynamo at the Cherry Bar tonight. My Cherry Bar cherry will remain unpopped most likely forever, as nothing there ever really tickles my fancy (although Digger and the Pussycats are playing there this New Years Eve, except I’m busy), but then again, I never really think about going there.

I like Dynamo. They were one of the first local Melbourne bands I ever listened to. Back in my country high school my friend gave me approx. five of their badly recorded song he swiped off his brother, and I used to listen to them all. the. time.

Because I can’t go see Dynamo and Legends of Motorsport tonight, I’ll just imagine what would have happened:

I’d probably wear one of my two outfits on high rotation- the tablecloth 80s party dress or the white, lace-trimmed, short-sleeved blouse with a skirt- and go buy myself (hopefully not by myself) a beer and stand by a piece of furniture or wall with my arms crossed.

LoM would sing new album songs that I don’t know, and I would get bored until they sing the ones that I know. I’d be happy (maybe tearful- depending on my alcohol level) when they play Brunswick Ladies and then I would stroke Fyshwick’s beard and find a family of birds.

Dynamo would play, and it would be fun and nostalgic and prompt me to send annoying text messages… Afterwards the drummer would remember meeting me on Wednesday and we’d discuss his missing cymbal prompting him to go see the band about the return of the cymbal. I would follow, because they are friends with good looking men, and I’d eventually meet a tall, thin man with facial hair who looks like a junkie (but isn’t really). Then faux-junkie and I would fall in love and I’d drop out of uni and we’d spend our days kissing and moulding each others faces in clay.

I haven’t used my imagination in a long time, so please excuse me.

brunswick ladies.

I have found a new humdinger of a song, 'Brunswick Ladies' by Legends of Motorsport. I am yet to see them live, as a whole, and it is a moment of high as a kite anticipation. I discovered this piece of aural pleasure when I attended a show for the Fringe Festival called 'About The Town', where 20 musicians each sung a song about Melbourne.

Truthfully, I was bored out of my brains for most of the two hours I was there. There was too much folky, pretty music and I really was just their to hear a bit of Digger and the Pussycats, and to let my eyes wander over some of the very, very good lookin' muso's.

Richard Fyshwick, from Legends of Motorsport, was a relief from all the slow acoustic that was incessantly falling from musicians mouths. He sounded shit, but that's the way I like it. So, a couple of days later I hippity hopped to the record shop to buy the Legends of Motorsports CD. It's great. Especially Brunswick Ladies and Ice Cream.

Things I have learnt from listening to the Legends of Motorsport song, Brunswick Ladies:

1. Brunswick ladies don't like the Coberg ladies

2. Coberg ladies don't like the Preston ladies

3. Fairfield ladies bark like dogs with rabies

4. Fitzroy ladies shake their ass like crazy

5. Brunswick ladies never take of their shadies

Things that I already knew, that listening to the Legends of Motorsport song, Brunswick Ladies reinstated in my mind:

1. Northcote ladies like kissing other Northcote ladies

2. Brunswick ladies are stuck in the mid to late 80's

3. Thomastown ladies are all hitched to tradies

4. Toorak ladies drive around in their soft-top Mercedes

The song had other suburbs/ ladies but i couldn't quiet grasp what he was saying.

It's not all about the content anyway, really...