Legless!

I got to the Crown just as the opening band Legless were finishing. They were an all girl band, and even had a go-go girl dancing in a dominatrix outfit wielding a whip. While they weren't that good musically, they certainly had a visual appeal, and they tried hard, so good on them. They were also making a music video, so it would be funny to see them on Rage.

Well I was a little disappointed with Abdoujaparov. It was actually Fruitbat (not Jim Bob) along with a couple of dudes from Brisbane. I was expecting something a little more up-tempo like the Carter songs that I liked as a kid. Then I remembered all the OTHER boring Carter songs that filled out their albums (I guess I know who wrote them then!)

Abdoujaparov...

Abdoujaparov are playing tonite at the Crown and Anchor. Its Jim Bob from Carter USM, as well as a couple of dudes from King Daddy? Oh well I've never seen them before, but it should be good.
I'm going to get ready right now!

History Lesson

Yesterday, I went shopping for the first time in ages. I picked up a few bargains! Firstly, I bought a pair of 3-quarter pants. Only $45, but reduced from $130. They fit well too, I just hope that 3/4 pants will not have dated by next summer (I'm so fashionable).

Then I went into the city, and picked up a Ned's Atomic Dustbin cd single Happy, which happens to be one of the finest cd singles of all time! Just $3.

And for all you old-school Adelaide techno nuts out there, I found a copy of Matt Thomas' Particle Accelerator 12"on Undefined Recordings. Only $8! Matt Thomas is also known as Aquila, and he is a founding father of the Adelaide Techno House scene. I remember hearing his stuff on Dreaming Daisies with Georgie Knight on 3d radio back in the days when they were TripleM! Awesome! Sadly I was too young to see him live. I wonder if he is still around? There was some awesome talent around then, GT, HMC, Brendon, Angu$. I actually found an old home recording of Dreaming Daisies which featured a DJ T-Hai. Anybody know where he is now?

Ten Things To Achieve This Year

1. Move to Melbourne. (The goal is by May 31, but we'll see)
2. Find a decent job where I am improving myself and my surroundings.
3. Pay off my Visa
   
4. Start paying off my HECS debt
5. Find out the possibilities of doing Honours next year
   
6. Buy some new clothes (NO PINK SHIRTS OR UPTURNED COLLARS)
7. Get back into rowing again
8. Meet some nice COOL people
9. Learn to play my guitar better
   
10. Get some action in the love-life
    

The first one is the tuffy. Once that happens, the rest should hopefully fall into place. It just sucks that I feel like I can't spend a lot of time on #2 - #10 until I have saved up enough money to achieve #1 . Catch 22?

To Be Sure, To Be Sure!

Not much posting this week, that's because I have been out there livin' it up.

Last weekend, I went down to the practice pad in Port Adelaide to see Herbie do his vocal track for the debut Catholic Altered Boys cd. I also lended some assistance on backing vocals. We grabbed a couple of cartons of Pale from the Royal Admiral (Only $33 per carton!!), but by the time they had set up all the equipment, we were all too blind to sing anyway. It was a great night, and the end product was somewhere between Dropkick Murphys, the Sex Pistols and the Pogues. Not a bad result....

I have to say that I am feeling a lot happier being in my skin over the past few days. I think that it has to do with finally letting go of the past, and looking a little more towards the future. I am relieved that breaking up with Bec has not been the traumatic experience that I thought it would be. Although, I'm sure that we're not out of the woods yet.


I hadn't heard from Bec until I texted her today:

Hi Bec, would u like 2 go for a drive in the countryside 2moro?

I was in the Library reading the papers. She rang back a half hour later. She is going surfing with 2 of her friends from school tomorrow, but was going for a drive in the mountains on Sat'dee. Sure I would love to go! Anyway, we will talk more tonite when she can talk on the normal phone.

But anyway, enough about me.....

Computer Says No!

Make sure you all watch Little Britain on Wednesday night on ABC! It's on just before The Glass House.

Can Friends Still Have Sex?

Lying on my bed on Sunday night, I had locked myself in my room and drawn the curtains. I felt absolutely miserable, when the phone rang. It was Bec on the other end. Wiping the tears from my eyes, and putting on my happy voice, I answered the phone.

"Hello, ... can I see you?", the voice trailed on the other end.

"Sure" I replied, "Where are you?"

"I'm parked out the front. Maybe we can go for a walk."

So I got dressed and went out to see her. We hugged for a while, then went down to the beach. She had told me what she had been doing since our fateful discussion on Wednesday night. Helping to paint her father's house. That gives you a lot of time to think and a lot of time to twist things in your mind.

We had a nice friendly, enjoyable chat whilst watching the light planes swing in from over the sea, preparing for landing.

It was getting late, and without thinking, asked if she wanted to stay over. I knew I was tempting fate, but I didn't care.
She asked if I was sure that this was OK. Of course! I fetched a matress and put it on the floor next to my bed, and flopped down. I was pretty tired, and I had to be at work at 9am. She looked down at me.

"Why don't you come up on the bed? It makes me feel bad that you can't sleep in your own bed."

"OK, but you have to sleep on the floor."

So we switched places. I could see that she was upset, and she asked if she could have just one hug. So I hugged her. We hugged for a long time, maybe 10 minutes. My arm was falling asleep, so I made a slight motion to restore the blood flow. She released me, and then moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at me expectantly.

Somewhere along the way she had lost her pants.

I told her that she would be able to sleep in my bed, but she had to know that I cannot lie next to her, feeling her skin against mine in her little tight black undies without wanting to fuck her brains out. She understood this, and crawled under the sheets.

The sex was cataclysmic, tectonic, and hieroglyphic.

Just Friends...

It was just a matter of time before we had come to this point. Bec and I have made a somewhat mutual decision to become 'just friends'.

Fuck!! I hate that term! And it feels so weird to be 'just friends' with someone that you know so intimately. I guess I don't know what to feel right now. I have known that this was on the cards for ages, and I think I was just waiting to see how it would unfold.

She began with one of her general questions:

"So what are you going to be doing in the future? ... Not in the near future,... but in the future?"

"Well, I've decided upon a date to be moving to Melbourne."

I knew what she wanted to talk about, and she knew that I knew what she wanted to talk about, but it was up to me to bring the subject up.

"Well as you know, I am going to move to Mebourne in the next few weeks, so there are two things we can do:

1. We can break up
2. We can stay together

We continued to talk like this for a while, each of us asking questions of the other until gradually we zeroed in on the subject matter, dancing around without revealing our hands. We were each afraid of actually telling the other that our relationship was over, because we didn't want the other to be angry or disappointed or whatever. The strange thing is that even though Bec was the one who was really pushing for this separation, it seemed like it ended up being me that was breaking up with her.

So there it is. I am glad that I met you Bec. You certainly taught me a lot. It feels so strange to be ending this relationship, because there is a lot of love there. But, I think that we have made the right decision.

Love you
xxx

Three stooges

Yesterday, being a glorious day, myself and two pals decided to go up to catch some crabs and fish at Port Parham.

There is nothing funnier than a tractor. Especially one that is out of control. Darren has a license to drive one of these things, but this one had so many levers and pedals that it took about an hour to figure out how to use the thing. So after many bunny hops and near misses, we finally get the boat attached and drive it out to the water. The tide is about a kilometre out, so we drop the boat in the water, and I hold it while the others take the tractor back to the shore. They have to walk back to the boat, and it takes us a good few hours to finally get ready.

So we go to start the motor, and IT DOESN'T. We try and try and wait and wait, and end up flooding the motor. We are pretty cheesed off at this point, so we sent Cabs back to get the tractor, and load the boat back on the trailer. While we are waiting in the water, a crab bites Darren on the foot, and he runs hooting and hollering out of the water whilst I clutch my belly in amusement.

When we do get the boat back in the shed, we try to start it one more time, and it roars into life!

Bec stayed over again last night. I will see her again on Thursday night.

Philosophy Jammm is on tonight. My old Uni teacher will be running it, so I might pop along. It's on the Marquis De Sade, so there could be some interesting parallels with my life at the moment!

Green Eggs and Ham

Sometimes I think that Gemma and I were hatched from similar very tasty green eggs. After a long and restless night, I turn on the box to read her blog. I have had the exact same night.

Last night, I had a dream about my dad. I have barely spoken to him or seen him for a good 15 years now, and his family hasn't heard from him for even longer, but he still haunts me. Everytime I see him in town or wherever, he doesn't recognize me. The thing that I remember most about him is his beard. Reminds me of Ned Kelly. I also remember his eyes. I remember the burning hatred, I remember the utter despair and sadness.

I really have no idea how to feel about this man. At times I resent him for not being there when I need guidance and inspiration. At other times I hate him with a sickening violence when i think of the shit that he has done to me. Sometimes I even love him, because he tried so hard to do what he felt was best for me, and he made me an interesting and educated person. He is obviously lost, and is too proud to find any solace. But the sad thing is, I can easily see myself following a similar path.

Anyway, the basis of the dream was that he had found out that I was sleeping with mum (JUST A DREAM PEOPLE!!!) and spent the rest of the dream chasing me around the house. He never caught me as I anticipated his every move.

And why did I dream this? He blames me for his marriage breakdown, and when I was a kid, he would blame me for the fact that he spent so much time with me that he never had time to wash the car. Just shit like that. Just his emotional punching bag really. There's a fuckload of guilt that I'm carrying around because of this man. That's what I get for being a Pisces eh?

And the rest of the night? I spent that wondering about me and Bec. I tried to text her but I was out of credit. Probably saved me in the long run. She doesn't know that I have started writing this blog. Should I tell her? I think it would solve a few problems. It would probably also cause a few new ones. Any ideas out there in TV land?

Back to Square 1?

It is cold and raining outside after a hot sunny day yesterday. Woke up by phone call from work. It was Justine asking if I'd taken the keys home. FUCK! I spend 10 minutes looking for my keys, playing that age-old fucking game. Drive out to work and give them the keys. Another call from work. She tells me that Denise wants to give me a written warning!!! WHY DO I WORK HERE AGAIN??? Ring Darren. He is going to the Red Rock. I get there and Cabs and Darren are there together. A lousy trick. End up spending $16 on some shitty noodles and an entrée of squid. Darren is going later to record our mates band in their practice room. I go by after the gym. It’s good to see the boys again. Fraser on rhythm, Mair on lead, Russell on bass and Steve on drums. Andy is there with his fucking awesome computer. He has over 100 built in guitar effects, amp emulators etc. Anyway, they sound fucking awesome. Dave’s guitar parts are dubbed over the top, and any imperfections are effortlessly removed. All they wait for now is for Herbie to lay his vocal track. It will be interesting to hear how it sounds.

Ten Most Enjoyable Smiths Songs (plus 1)

(1) Back to the Old House/ These Things Take Time
And you never knew, how much I really liked you…
Dead heat. From the …Difference? Single. Great songs, delightfully reminiscent…

(2) Sheila Take a Bow
Im a girl, and you’re a boy…. Karaoke favourite

(3) That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
It’s too close to home and its too near the bone….
It was dark as I drove the point home…
Karaoke favourite, great tune.

(4) Bigmouth Strikes Again
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking….

(5) Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour…. The theme song to my life?

(6) William, It Was Really Nothing
The rain falls down, on a hum-drum town
Would you like to marry me, and if you like you can buy the ring?
Ha Ha Ha,… so wonderfully fey

(7) There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Take me out tonite….
Lovely

(8) What Difference Does It Make?
But I’m still fond of you, ..
The first Smiths song I ever heard

(9) The Boy With The Thorn In His Side
And if they don’t believe us now,….?
Used to rank higher, but has suffered from repeated playing.

(10) Panic
Burn down the disco….
The Carter USM version is better though (Most Carter covers were better than the originals).


Honourable mentions to…
Vicar In A Tutu, The Queen is Dead, Hand in Glove

Jeers to…
Those stupid bitches that desecrated How Soon Is Now?…. for some crap American TV show. BOO!!

At the beach

Woke up after a sleepless night, and took the car down to see the mechanic. Walked to uni to see Bec, to return her towel. All the while thinking of how I’m going to yell at her and tell her all about how I’m feeling so shit. Think about how retarded I must look walking with a green towel and my Australia hat. I get there just as she is walking up the steps to go to class. I melt. She greets me warmly with her dazzling Scorpio smile and I walk with her to her class that she is running late for. I am not allowed to go in, so I sit on the grass for two hours and watch all the hotties walk by. There is a giant goose that looks like a stray cat, and it is very tame. I go and get a cornish pasty, and an oj. She comes out and we walk to the book shop. I just wait. I am still pissed off. I walk with her back, and finally see her room. It is pretty cool and a great place to study.

She offers to give me a drive back to pick up my car. She says she feels like going to the beach. We drive to beach. We go for a walk on the jetty, and back to her car. I still don’t fucking understand this girl. I think that she wants to break up with me but can’t bring herself to do it. Everytime she tries to start a fight or something with a barbed remark, it is somehow deflected into the stratosphere. She drives me back to the mechanic and toots me goodbye after a few kisses. Poor confused girl. She is a lot more relaxed now, and doesn’t know what to make of it.
Door is put back together and airconditioner fixed. Also engine tuned and new spark plugs. $320. A bit more reasonable.

Never mess with a Scorpio!

I give the mechanic a call to see if he can fix my windows and he says he has had a cancellation, and to bring it down. So I go down and drop it off, but he needs a part, so I book it in for Thursday.

I arrange to meet Bec. She comes down, and I drive with her back to uni to drop off her car. We drive to Marion and look at new phones. Same old shit where she doesn’t like any because of some minor detail that she doesn’t like. Then she shows me one that she does like, but it is the same as the others! She doesn’t let me have a pasty because it is unhealthy, but she sees my disapproval, and she relents. We drive into the city for her to check out laptops and meet her friend for lunch. I go to the library and read papers. I go and sit out the front of the art gallery and watch the passing parade. She comes out and we walk about Rundle St and such. It is fucking hot and the sun is like a thousand little knives cutting flesh from bone. We walk to Gouger st and wait for things to open. We rest our weary bones on the bench, and she says something about she wishes we could be brutally honest with each other without getting angry with each other. Also that she finds others more interesting when they are intested in her. Also some crack that she should be with a guy with money.

I am quite sure that she wants to tell me that our relationship is over, but she doesn't have the courage. We walk up and down and eventually go to Star of Siam. She gets the calamari, and I have the green chicken curry. Pretty standard fare. We walk to Cibo on Rundle street for gelati.
I get pretty randy kissing her all the while, and when driving back to uni, I stop for condoms. We head back to my place.
In the shower, I spray her with the cold water for a laugh, so she enacts revenge by turning on the hot, yes that’s right the FUCKING HOT!! It's a good thing that I'm not burnt.