Sorry. August 14, 2008
So, y’know, great move, ii - set up a blog, then don’t have any time to post anything on it. Nice idea! Seriously, we’ve both been incredibly tight for time these past couple of weeks. When we’re not awkwardly wheeling 80kg of crap around the country, we’re at work, feverishly trying to work off the guilt of too many annual leave days and a backlog of boring tasks. Yeah, I know: they’re the best and most original excuses you’ve ever heard.
Not that this is homework, or a chore, or anything, of course. We’ll bring things up to date before we head off to Brisbane next week; in the mean time, here’s a photo of the brain-massaging Moonmilk, from the Sydney show (at Serial Space) that made us very happy humans. Look at the spotlight. Isn’t the shot totally messianic?
Weird night. More tomorrow. We have a phone interview in four hours. But the show tonight at Serial Space? Amazing. Really good.
…or something. My parents and I used to go to the Telecom Tower, as it was then known, when we lived in Canberra. I always get a little pang when I see it. Slapped in the face with the cold fish of memory! (I bet that bird there would like a cold fish.) Next time, I’m going to hire a car and go back there. If they still sell ice cream, I’ll buy ice cream. Promise.
(I used to live here.)
cambrra August 2, 2008
canberra has been cold. everything is kinda washed-out or grey/biege. the trees have no leaves, but look nice. old women walk around moaning about this and that. the wind howls. it’s pretty great, really. after arriving we loitered awkwardly around various shiny malls & food courts, gear in-tow, for a little too long. an amiable man in pub-rock garb asked me for $3 in change for a drink, but when i declined he took it well. even told me “stay cool bro”. i assured him i would - i am, after all, an ‘experimental musician’ from melbourne. (i didn’t tell him that bit of course - LALZ)
the show at the front was off the chain - shoeb ahmad, playing shirtless (again), broke a bottle over a table and carved ‘LOVE’ into his chiseled torso. underlapper played hard with much sincerity. afterwards the crowd gave guitarist morgan’s moustache a standing ovation. i joined in, suppressing my mo-envy. why hadn’t god granted me the ability to grow such a full and lustrous moustache? he looks like an indie-rock tom selleck, damnit.
*sigh*
afterwards our kind host warwick & his swell gf lucy drove us to his suburban home. jon almost wet himself with excitement when told melbourne rock group witch hats slept (and perhaps urinated) on the very same lounge room floor earlier in the year.
the next day we walked to the gallery from the ‘city’ - on the way we passed an old beardy sea-captain looking guy. at first seemed to be man-ing the paddle-boat rental place on the lake, but when we got closer it we realised it was shut for the winter and the dude was just lingering around the the toilets.
thursday night in canberra is wild. the crowds are kinda diverse and unpredictable in an endearingly dreggy way. some fights broke out outside the venue. apparently some guy had his shirt off. i didn’t see it, but i’ll bet $15 that it was shoeb. oh also jon and warwick got called fags by someone other than me. we played pretty well, but the depth and challenging textures our aural excursionating relies on seemed to confuse the young audience and many left during our set, possibly to return home and make love to their pets. others stayed, hurling vegan cupcakes at our impressive array of effects pedals. damage was both minimal and tasty.
so umm, sydney next…
