Saturday, September 24, 2011

Parklife + I Am the Resurrection.

'Lo all.

I've been sick as a dog this week. Like, painfully writhing and sweating in bed, barely able to eat or drink, babbling in tongues, head spinning around, puking green slime, swearing at priests...wait...

But in all seriousness, flu sucks. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I was in bed all day after feeling pretty bad for the rest of the week. The only advantage to this that I can see is spinning through Boardwalk Empire, Ghost in the Shell, and two seasons straight of Daria.

I was in such Dire Straits I told Angus if I was still unable to make myself get up properly on Saturday I'd give him my Parklife ticket. Not a good day, though he was hopeful. Did manage to drag myself to the couch to watch Collingwood almost get beaten last night though.

Fueled purely on rage, this morning I woke up and took a buttload of painkillers, ate a healthy breakfast, and made my way to Parklife after stocking up on soothers and sculling an energy drink. Felt good until I saw my first "festival crew". Oh yeah. "Those" people. It is almost summer, time to break out the fake tan and short shorts so short (say that ten times) that nothing is left to the imagination (this is a good thing when girls wear them only, not guys. hint hint).

Anyway, since I couldn't get onto any of the Americans, wandered in after listening to an insanely inane conversation occurring behind me (it did not help that I'd been watching Daria for two days straight). That whole losing faith in humanity thing springs to mind...

So, through the gate, have a look around, grab my DFA79 tshirt. Weird set up, and I only saw one map. Stages all had stupid names. Main arena was cool but no one amazing was playing there, two smaller stages around the back, then a tiny stage behind the main arena. As well as that, there was a pirate ship stage hidden behind an ambulance, a tree, and a hill. Stupid idea.

Saw a bit of Naked and Famous, who I will admit aren't bad live. Wandered down to the little stage and watched Gold Fields. Pretty good, so young though. Very... triple j? sound. Which isn't surprising, considering who picked them up.

I should also note, at this stage, that since it was after twelve and I hadn't had a beer for a week I believed it was time for a beer. It cost ten bucks (one of them you could get back later). Rubbish. This was a can of Boags, nothing fancy.

Anyhoo, kept strolling, Yacht Club DJs had half a dozen people dressed as aliens dancing on stage, and when they began a dubstep track a yip yip alien from Sesame Street emerged. That is quality.

Almost as funny was the lukewarm crowd reaction to Kimbra, while a news crew covered her. She is the "it girl" of the moment, as The Age website reminds me at least once a week. Stop that, you're showing your age.

8 Bit Love were hidden away on the pirate ship, the poor bastards. They played the same show they did last time I saw them except with a little less enthusiasm. About half a dozen hipsters were dancing like hipsters in front of them, occasionally rolling down the hill.

Caught up with Ness and her friends after this, had a brief chat then suddenly, oh. my. god.

Death From Above 1979 put on the loudest, funniest, craziest, most intense show I've ever seen. It was brilliant. Favourite band I've seen live by far, and I've seen a lot of bands. It was the sort of show where everyone (except a couple of girls who must have been there for the boyfriend or something who gave us greasies every time they got bumped into) was there for the same reason. You could mosh or dance, everyone screaming every word. You might bash into some dude but he'd just put his arm around you and sing along with you. Loved the band's huge finishing jam session, culminating in Sebastien throwing his snare at the rest of the kit. Brilliant versions of Dead Womb and Blood on Our Hands. Romantic Rights was the same as Coachella, but he finished it properly. And yes, I damn well enjoyed roaring You're a Woman I'm a Machine's chorus.

*cough* I gush too much sometimes (c/f Grinderman in this year's BDO review...), but really, that was worth price of admission alone. Just fantastic.

Had some time to burn before Digitalism, so back to the little stage and caught Flux Pavilion, who Angus and the Americans love. And yeah, he was good, but I did not expect a hype man shouting "COME ON" every thirty seconds. So that kind of messed it up a bit, but still, you can't really say no to dubstep when it's done live (yes, I know, "live").

Refueled on an overpriced and slightly cold burger, checked out a bit of Crystal Fighters, then caught the end of Example (right when he played the only songs of his I've heard). He seemed very excited, even if the backing band did not. Wolfgang Gartner seemed to be only playing other people's songs, disappointingly. I wanted to hear Firepower.

Digitalism were good fun once they got going, they played a new single that I didn't know then went straight into Zdarlight. Two Hearts and Idealism were highlights, but the best part was by far a rework of Pogo where they seemed to discover the subwoofer. Jesus. Surprised people in Eureka tower did not feel that. Brilliant.

Watched half of MSTRKRFT's set, but I'd seen enough JFK in Death From Above's set. The best part was seeing a dude dressed as Gumby (like, full costume) doing The Sprinkler. Lot of festival costumes around, did see a Hunter S Thompson and grabbed a sneaky photo of him before my phone died (should I see to a replacement camera?).

Went around to the other stages, Gossip was not my kind of thing (except for Jolene, that transcends just about everything, including preaching about homophobia). Nero was packed with BRO type douches at the tiny stage, which made moving difficult when all you wanted was a look from the back. They sounded like dubstep (well duh, I hear you say). I imagine all the fake tanned girls exploded when they played Promises.

While strolling past a tent, I noticed a sign that said they'd give you a dollar for every can you pick up. People were walking in with handfuls. Jesus, I thought, that's brilliant. Five minutes later, made $35, which paid for the shirt, the beer, and the food. Five more cans and it could have paid for the cloak room and the train ticket. Not a bad idea really, especially if you have nothing to do between sets (and drinks are stupidly expensive).

Anyway, saw the start of Lykke Li, she's very attractive but her music isn't really my scene (gothic indie pop. not a promising start). Decided to say screw it, and watched twenty thousand bogans jump up and down in front of a large rubber duck waiting to yell Barbara Streisand. A Trak I'd seen before, and he was pretty good at Falls. But yeah, nothing mind blowing. Lauren randomly walked past, so I caught her and met Jess and Easy. They were pretty munted, or at least Jess was, and were on their way out after rescuing a German girl. So Easy and I headed home a little early, which meant we only got the last of the rugby crowd instead of getting the Barbara Streisand crowd of pinged out bogans.

Unfortunately, yes, this did mean that I missed out on seeing twenty thousand bogans yell Barbara Streisand. No doubt the buildup, from what I heard, was excruciating for them, however, I do fully intend on joining the Salefest bogans and yelling it repeatedly at every second bloody pub in two weeks time... shut up.

Now I'm home, walked in on Baz and a now sick Angus watching Jurassic Park (YES!) 3 (NO!), and just rapped all of Clint Eastwood when it popped up on rage. Excellent.

So yeah, this week has been pretty awful, really, but today was good fun. Next week, back into the grinder for six more weeks. Probably nothing too exciting, but I've been wrong an awful lot. The only tricky thing will be trying to wriggle out of journalism on Thursday for the radio training thing. We'll see how that goes. Oh, and some douchebag's coming to visit from Canberra.



Sunday, September 18, 2011

All I Need.

'Lo everyone.

I really didn't intend to turn this fine (cough) publication into a weekly thing, honestly. I just don't have enough adventures worth writing about anymore. Or at least not daily.

Plus I'm really, really lazy.

Anyway. Picking up where we left off on Tuesday, met Bec in the city for coffee supplies and breakfast, then a pretty slow day at uni. Baz made some quesadilas, and Shalee and Emily came around for a few drinks. After Angus arrived home with a dozen of his mates (all celebrating a birthday and ridiculously hammered), we hit Nevermind and ran into Amy and Krystal. A little random. After a game of pool against ze Germans at the Glenferrie, Emily crashed on my floor. Too drunk for a Tuesday.

Next day, crap pancakes, more uni. Getting sick of having to do theatre sports while hungover.

Anyway, then suddenly it was Thursday. Had to interview a random for the inclass assessment in journalism, my cunning plan to talk to the people in the student union office pretty much blew up in my face when someone followed me, then asked the first question and managed to get a far more interesting story than I did. Bastard.

After a brief, four hour break, went to critical thinking and smashed the test. Like, finished in about 40 minutes. Twiddled my thumbs for ten minutes while watching everyone else out of the corner of my eye, then figured screw it. I'd answered everything and answered it damn well, it was time for a drink or five.

So, once more to Puggs, where the usual Melbourne Uni kid were there, and Jake, Pat and Emily all arrived, as did Agnik, which was a bit of a surprise. Not a bad night, I suppose. Got stupidly drunk. Don't remember the pizza at Incy's or the taxi home, nor did I remember to grab my jacket from the floor on the way out... damn...

Unfortunately, next day I practically died, surprise flu. So I finished the assessment for journalism (it isn't very impressive, but it's something), then passed out for a few hours. Same deal yesterday, watched the footy with Baz that night. Very thrilling and ultimately disappointing game.

Today, Angus walked in screaming (huge night on Chapel st, apparently), then some of ze Germans came round. They're all at Angus's mum's at Mt Eliza after hitting the beach, so I've got the house to myself. Feels good, actually, played a lot of Radiohead, and now I'm watching cartoons on the couch. Excellent Sunday, except for the flu crap.

Hopefully it'll be gone by Saturday, as that's Parklife. Got a week off to recover, which is fantastic. Gotta find something to occupy myself with, I guess, but still.



(bonus bit, dunno if this will show on facebook

Greenberg - **1/2
Reminded me of Ghost World, in that it's about a whole lot of awkward people who don't really end up doing much over the film. Not bad, but not amazing either.

pretty sure I watched another film too, but oh well, I'll remember. Also, Tom, Pi is Canadian, it'll have to wait til I find a real dvd player)

Monday, September 12, 2011

You're A Woman I'm A Machine.

'Lo all.

Once again, I'm putting off my media thingy because I'm lazy.

What on earth happened this week. Honestly.

Sunday night I caught up with Claire, which was good, haven't spoken to her since her travels all over Europe.

Next couple of days were good fun.

On Thursday headed to Puggs with Bernice and Pat, had a drink with a freshly shaved and broken-ankled Aiden. Poor bastard. He's pretty much indestructible, despite how many times things have broken on him. At least this time he wasn't climbing on a crane... oh wait.

Friday I had a night in while everyone else headed to the footy, watched Geelong squish Hawthorn and injure Buddy. Baz was not impressed.

Next day, rugged up and headed to Bayswater to cover Woosh's preliminary final. Scary interviewing all the bogans. His team got absolutely smashed, 9 goals to nothing in the first quarter. Couple of good players though. So my project for this week is to write that up before Friday. Watched the Saints lose to Sydney at home that night over a few beers with Barry while Woosh went and drowned his sorrows.

Then yesterday, woke up early but missed the train still, got in line at the member's stand (which went all the way to Jolimont at least when I arrived), then joined Simon, Josh and his granddad at the MCG. They played Tame Impala over the speakers before the game, though that did little to improve how cold it was.

Game itself was excellent, after a shaky start. I mean, if you're eighty points up in a final, the other team is doing something really, really wrong. Afterwards, celebratory drinks and toasties at Thousand Pound Bend (sorry Bec) with Bernice and Jordan. Very interesting conversation. Wish the beer was cheaper though.

Today I've been lazy, slept through my first lecture so I went to the catchup one with Dean, tried not to fall asleep in the profcom one, and now I'm dawdling before I start this week's media thingy. Oh well.

Nothing particularly interesting going on this week yet, though next week is my week off and I intend to do only two things, which are drink and sleep. And, you know, head to Parklife to see Death From Above 1979 and Digitalism and 8 Bit Love and Nero and such.

(that rumour about Pearl Jam headlining the BDO next year better be right, and that rumour about Harvest getting cancelled better be wrong)



Sunday, September 4, 2011

Child Bearing Hips.

'Lo readers.

Yeah, yeah. Five for August, isn't that good. Can't believe it's September already.

So last weekend was fairly quiet compared to the one before that, caught up with Emily, watched some Black Books, got trashed, the usual.

This week has been fairly slow, we've actually got assignments that are due soon, and one that was due on Friday. I started and finished that on Friday. Oh yes. I honestly don't know how to do my journalism one though, seeing as I can't review a show, and it seems I missed out on Woosh's craziest game of football today. Hurm. I've got two weeks, I'll find something.

Tuesday 102 hit Nevermind after predrinking our way through a sixer of Belgian beer and two bottles of wine, and about thirty sausages. Angus knocked over a beer and sprinted downstairs before security could boot him out, and Bennett and Woosh almost got into a fight with a pair of douchebags. We got home around 3, chatted to Lauren and Wellsy for ages until Woosh and Angus came back with some new friends. Barry was not particularly impressed at them partying past 5am. Can't imagine why.

Next day hurt, especially when we had to perform in front of the class.

Got up way too early on Thursday and went to the city to line up outside Polyester for tickets to Meredith. There were so many hipsters waiting there, I saw at least two copies of Frankie. Amusing too that they dressed up so much to wait overnight. Anyway, the line went almost all the way to Swanston st, which wasn't good. Saw Sloane in the line, and Bec had some friends closer to the front, so she stuck with them and grabbed me a ticket just in case. Very lucky she did as well, as by the time I got within sight of the shop to grab a ticket for Aiden, they sold out. Very tense morning.

Thursday night I decided to skip the student union drinks to finish the profcom assessment (hurr), but as soon as I got home I got a call from Smellison and Jordan, so I headed to Prudence for a drink with them. Good to catch up. Also, not at Puggs for a week. When I got back, my roomies had just come back from the res ball, so I grabbed a suit jacket and joined them at Cheers (read, Ringers) for a drink before we figured it wasn't worth all the sixteen year olds and left. Wound up playing frisbee outside maccas at about 2am (until Bennett chucked Baz's frisbee into a drain, so he and Angus went up to the fourth floor and let the firehose loose again). Good night.

Friday was slow, headed into the city to meet George and Aiden, and George's new girlfriend Laura, who seems nice. Had a beer at the brewhouse place before heading to Richmond.

The first band, Kitchen Knife Wives, were alright, a little too predictable rock, but it wasn't like they sounded awful. Headed to the very front for the Fearless Vampire Killers, who definitely impressed. They had more of a retro sound, sort of like the Cramps, or Daijuku with vocals. Drummer was particularly entertaining as well.

The Vasco Era opened with Honey Bee, smashed the new single, and played the usual Hendrix/Beatles/Dylan covers. Crowd went off, except for some overly made up girls we kept getting pushed into. So much fun. Looking forward to their new album as well.

Next day, everything hurt, of course. Headed to the city again with Bernice, Annie and Amy, got seats in level one at the MCG, and watched Carlton miserably crap out in the second half to lose by way too much. Still. Next week is the important game. Feels good knowing I saw their first match of the season, and their last (finals don't count).

After that, Prudence once again, and my god the music! Strokes, Arcade Fire, BRMC, among others. Bartender liked my new Vasco Era shirt, was annoyed she missed out on the show. Jess, Jake, Shalee and Krystal all arrived later, so more drinking, then we went hunting for open toilets and "a place with a dfloor". Brief detour to maccas to commiserate with some Carlton fans, then off to Eurotrash. Crap music, but ten dollar jagerbombs... but ten bucks to get in... No, definitely not my sort of thing.

Off to Spleen to finish off with Jake, Bernice and Jess, had a beer, then they played Clint Eastwood (night=made), and Jess got knocked over by some sleazy dude, and got cut by a glass. So a hasty exit. Kindly security guard offered to boot him out for her though.

So yeah. Pretty meh week, really, but we're getting there. Next week, more Puggs, that's all I have planned at the moment.