Too many gigs, too many hours & too many rants.
Not enough people listening.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I want to go to the Big Day Out 09
But I'm pretty sure my bank account doesn't.
Why?
TV On The Radio Cog The Prodigy Arctic Monkeys Pendulum Simian Mobile Disco
I like all these people, but not enough to go see all the sideshows (except maybe SMD, and I've already seen Pendulum this year). Hmm...Simian Mobile Disco sideshow...
Plus I haven't gone to the last two BDO's cause the line-up had been so hum-worthy, but I'm feeling nostalgias! Part of me is sick of trending through mud.
Innocence and arrogance intwined, in the flithiest of minds.
My other obsession at the moment are The Last Shadow Puppets. They've even changed my life to some degree. There's something so familiar and evocative about their music. Then of course there's the lyrics- it's always about the lyrics.
I love the title "My Mistakes Were Made for You". Also check out "Standing Next to You".
When I really get into into something, it goes on high rotation. And by high rotation, I mean repeat.
Trouble Andrew is one of the artists I'm really into at the moment, and I swear to god, if you look past the fluro and wank (well, I'm assuming, but then again I've never met him), I swear you'll be hooked too.
I found him on Diplos/ Santogolds mixtape, and it's somewhere in between rock and r'n'b. I think.
This is the last post about Horrorshow I swear (at least until something else happens). Just wanted to mention I went to their sold out (hells yea!) album launch at the Annandale on Friday night, and they freakin rocked it. I’ve seriously listened to the album almost every single day since it the day I came out, and they did it justice live.
On fire baby, and the crowd were eating it up. It scares me that they’re so good so young.
All Summer Long was the highlight of course, but Manifesto, which is the killer opening track on the album, blasted the place. For the rest of the weekend I couldn’t help but scream the lyrics.
We’re like, who’sssssss house? Mom’s house It’s rent free, you don’t like it, you get the fcuk out (at 3:15)
I love warehouse parties, and hell why would I? Everyone should love warehouse parties. I’m not going to try and score cool brownie points by saying I’m down with the scene. I’m just lucky enough to have found myself in a circle of people who love music and parties, and get invited to these things.
The real brownie points go to the crews (DSS, Paradise Lost etc) who put in a hell of a lot of time and effort to put on these parties for the love of it. They get instant hall of fame cool cred in my books.
So what’s all the fuss about?
Well firstly they’re free. And byo. Then there’s the music, it’s always about the music. And it’s not always the doof doof you think it is. There’s usually lots of stages, with different types of doof doof! No really though, I was at a warehouse do in the back of Marrickville once getting down to disco funk all night long. Til I got tired and walked home in the freezing fcuking cold. Yay for walking home though.
You can’t talk about warehouse parties without mentioning the obvious- the kick-ass venues. There’s just something so comforting about being in a dirty venue. It’s exciting too cause there’s always more to explore. I love the thrill of finding random room after room and not know what to expect. Although, they also come with their downfalls. For example, no running water at Taren Point, which meant no flushing toilets- yep, EW. The upside was, we did find a ‘secret’ toilet that no-one else knew about- but see, it’s all part of the adventure.
And finally, what I love the most is the crowd. It’s sans the wankers, posers and dodgy sleazebags who inhibit the rest of the social world. Everyone is there to have fun and are 99% of the time about the music- not just about getting trashed.
You get the most random people and you can never be too much of a freak- no one gives a shit. There’s also this mutual understanding of what you’re experiencing is the most awesome thing ever, and there’s always this feeling of intimacy. Afterall, chances are if you’re there, you probably know every person around you by 6 degrees. Hell, this is Sydney, even less.
So all this brings me to the best party ever- the Chanel party on Parramatta Road in Camperdown two weeks ago. The really outdid themselves this time, and it was so unbelievably awesome. It was such a great massive venue, the what really gets my respect was they fact they set it up so well. 7 stages, 3 venues, and the sound was perfectly set-up for the space. They even had a live stage which I couldn’t drag myself away from. Rumpunch even played which I missed out on damnit! Nevermind, Day of the Meerkat blew my mind just as much.
So this is how is went. Cops turned up. It was bound to happen, we all knew it. Hell, is WAS on Parramatta Road. I didn’t think much of it, cause then they left. But a little while later Joe told us they had shut down Parra Rd. WTF? We went to peep out the windows and apparently so. It was seriously so weird and surreal. My theory was they were going to kick us out anyway so we should stay and enjoy it while it lasted, but Joe was seriously freaking out, and my housemate Ben messaged me saying they were about to storm the place. As we were walking out of the doorway, the riot police were walking (well storming) in. Check it out mom- I made the channel 9 news!
I can’t wait to use this story on my teenage kids one day.
Big in the 90’s? Haven’t done much since? Tour Australia!
Following the footsteps of Boyz to Men, Jodeci and Bel Biv DeVoe (who tried, but didn’t actually make it out, cry), Salt’n’Peppa are the next urban act to try and captitalise on how big they used to be down under.
Not to sound too cynical or anything. Salt’n’Peppa are good! ‘Ain’t Nothin But A She Thing’ was my favourite song for probably a good whole month. I even bought the single!
Ahh……I can feel the high school reminiscing now (but not enough to actually go).
What I learned from Panic at the Disco’s gig the other week.
The Academy Is…… the biggest pop rock cliché ever. Lanky kids with skinny leg jeans and long hair, screaming lame ass songs to teenage kids in a mosh. Oh yea, all under flashing strobe lights. I felt like I was in that Sony Ericsson Ad.
Free tickets are hella good! Best seats ever, right next to the stage. Jo and I had the option of going into the ‘Panic Pit’ (she had actually bought tickets ages ago), but one look at the crowd confirmed that we, in fact were kidding ourselves to even think we could deal with ‘mosh’ (it was PATD for gods sake- mosh?!).
PATC aren’t all emo-y anymore. I’m kinda disappointed.
Their new stuff isn’t well, like their old stuff. It’s all happy and not so cynical. I’m a little more disappointed.
The guitar dudes- all three of them- talk a lot. I’ve never seen an artist/s talk so much.
They’re down with detail. The stage set was gorgeous and themed with their album artwork, so all whimsical, storybook garden like. Just as awesome was their video artist. Probably the best I’ve seen besides Dj Shadow’s.
