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the hellacopters

The first real gig I ever went to was The Hellacopters at the hi-fi bar in about October 2000.
Marty and I went, I think it was the first gig we ever went to on a school night, and we were both pretty pumped. We both had a long hair at the time, down to about our shoulders, which turned out alright, cause it turned out everyone at the gig had long hair. I remember thinking that it was like being in Wayne’s World, which I was obsessed with at the time. The Hellacopters kicked ass, we got drunk, and had a massive night at cherry bar afterwards, it was awesome.

a brief treatise on the discovery of antimatter | bike ride

sunday 17/01/2009:

60.85 km

09:30 coffee
10:15 ride
11:00 still riding
11:45 tiro ginger beer
12:03 ride
13:00 still riding
13:45 coffee

weapons of choice:

elevation profile:

full route here.

every little drop

everfresh silos collingwood

heavy trash!

Guess who saw Jon Spencer’s latest rockabilly freakout show last night? Heavy Trash killed it!!!! And a signed 7″ to seal the deal!

Here’s a classic Blues Explosion clip to celebrate.  Judah Bauer is the man!

descent

frankfurt, july 2004
Crossing the Alte Brücke bridge on the way home from Club Keller, I stop Nina from jumping off the bridge. And I mean physically restrain her from throwing herself off. After a few calming beers in the turkish bar down the road, we spend the rest of the night drinking, smoking and methodically making our way through her record collection until the sun comes up, then it’s time to go home.

lufthansa

saturday/sunday
history of holding
23:00 leave melbourne
03:00 arrive grampians
03:45 climb mountain
06:00 reach summit
06:30 breakfast, watch sunrise over wimmera
07:00 descent
09:00 leave grampians
12:00 arrive melbourne*

13:00 ricky swallow at ngv (see it, it’s awesome!)

together is the new alone

14:00 bouldering at burnley, lots of bike riding and my 3rd puncture in a week!
15:00 coffee at seven seeds
20:00 off to the arthouse to see the spermbirds!

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Berlin based American artist Stu Mead picks up the baton passed to him by Balthus, and runs with it:

music school

look mum no hands

* 23:00 – 09:00: haha i wish.

things you notice

everyone wears black – its such a cliche, but Melbourne really is such a grey place to be. yeah I know, all the fashionistas “play with texture”, and are probably scared to wear anything bright because they might look like a Queenslander. but seriously, it might brighten the place up a bit, you know?

negative vs. positive politenessthis post definitely has me thinking about what is considered polite and respectful in different cities. I think it might be an anglo-saxon (blame the jocks!) hand-me-down, where a reserved and removed demeanor is considered polite. ie. it is considered polite not to make small talk or engage in conversation, because you don’t want to intrude on anyone’s personal space, or god forbid look like a weirdo. the amount of anxious insecurity this introduces into daily interaction is a joke.

contrast this with cultures where it is considered polite, friendly and frankly normal to interact with your fellow human beings. it’s nice to be nice.

lack of vending machines – I actually miss vending machines. I never thought this before, but it’s amazing how many times you need something, and in Japan there will be a vending machine no more than a few hundred meters away to cater for your needs. seven elevens? not the same.

(tangent, check this guy’s blog out, he meticulously catalogs the life and times of a Hokkaido vending machine)

artists and football – all of a sudden, it seems all the artists are into footy. even the ones who weren’t into footy. when did this happen? why is blue collar credibility necessary?