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130501 » pass me some anti-old
age medicine, quick!
listening to | radiohead \ fake
plasic trees cd2 single
feeling | like shit and i have been all day... so
go away now or you will cop it!
12.35am
i
think i'm getting old. i was surposed to go out
tonight, but my poor old body just decided it
could not handle a fourth night out in a row.
though, i must admit ten bands in three nights is
pretty hardcore... just not as hardcore as twelve
bands in four nights.
wednesday
night: something
for kate, fanny's, newcastle
tonight turned out to be my toughest test so far
in regards to giving up smoking.
enemy #1: micky t
enemy #2: benny
ally #1: the stench of the room
ally #2: the expensive beer
prices
first of all, i was shocked that mick and ben
were even at the gig. ben especially. i knew i
had manipulated mick into liking sfk. actually, it was more
clint's drumming that is responsible (mick is a
drummer) but i was the one who told him to check
them out live in the first place.
'but why was ben there?' i hear you ask? well,
simple. he had never heard of sfk so mick was able to
convince him to go. like mick, ben is a punk, but
he does like some decent music - such as d.i.g.
actually, i think that is the only band that
isn't a punk band that ben likes. did i really go
out with this guy in what seems like a past life?
at any rate, it was great to see mick and benny
as i hardly see them anymore. it was nice just to
'hang with the boys' for once. i've begun to miss
that lately.
mick and ben also happen to be two of the reasons
it has been so difficult for me to give up
smoking in the past. they, along with the rest of
their circle of friends, smoke like chimneys and
when someone attemps to disband from the group it
is generally frowned upon.
losely transcribed version of events on wednesday night
then i told them i've given up somking:
me: oh! *jumps up and down*
guess what?!? *jumps up and down* i've given up
smoking!!!
ben and mick: *blank look* why?
me: because i want to! even
better, i'm giving up for myself this time,
instead of someone else!
mick: as if you can quit
me: i can! it has been easy so
far!
mick: you will be back! you
can't stray for long.
ben: *blows smoke in my face*
me: *waving hands* i can so
quit! at least i don't smell anymore! not like
you guys do! YOU ALL SMELL!
ben: you still smell
me: but not like cigarettes!
*jumps up and down* you guys suck!
mick and ben: *take another drag
of their cigarettes* *ben stubs cigarette out on
his arm* ++
did i say i miss hanging around these guys?
not smoking was made easier by the fact that the
beer was too expensive to bother buying. that and
the fact that the air was so filled with smoke it
made me sick. the last thing i really wanted was
a cigarette.
sfk were tops. i want to
start a clint fanclub now. if you want to join email me. we will wear clint shirts and
clint wigs and take drumsticks so we can airdrum
along with clint at future gigs. yay! oh, and the
new guitarist, pip (ex-sidewinder), has a mullet! a rock mullet! a very
rock mullet! i liked the mullet. it was rock.
++ may not
have actually happened at this time, but ben does
actually do this. he has the burn scars to prove
it.
listening to | supergrass \
supergrass
feeling | a little better than i did when i wrote that last piece
drinking | anything with caffeine
in it
what i should be doing instead of
this | two maths assignments for optimisation and
one assignment for project management
wishing | this damned optimisation assignment i
have been doing would be easier!
6.55pm
thursday night: john
butler trio, sj's, newcastle
conclusions drawn from this gig:
conclusion #1 bands who sit down
on stage should not play at sj's. the stage is so
low that anyone beyond the 4th row could not see john butler. this meant that the
entire crowd were trying to get as close to the
stage as possible... thus making me feel like i
was going to die of heat exhaustion.
conclusion #2 i am never wearing
woolen turtleneck to a gig ever again, no matter
how few people i estimate will be there. (see #1
re heat exhaustion)
conclusion #3 pissed dickheads
up the front piss me off. so do pissed slutty
chicks who can't dance in time with the muzac.
comment from pissed dickhead in front of me
during john butler's 2nd song: 'jeez i hope
all his stuff isn't like this.' this particular
pissed dickhead decided to leave during the next
song. wank.
conclusion #4 getting in free to
gigs is something i could get used to (thanks andrew).
conclusion #5 john butler is bloody tops! awesome
guitarist! spunk too!
conclusion #6 long pointy
fingernails look cool when they mean you can play
guitar rooly good and rooly fast with them.
conclusion #7 as nick pointed
out, long fingernails aren't very practical...
especially when it comes (cums) to the more
intimate moments in life. thus my 7th conclusion
is that john butler must be very good with
his.. er... mouth. ;)
conclusion #8 reggae is also
tops. especially weird arse reggae/folk type
stuff like the bomba trio (support act) played.
listening to | radiohead \ pablo
honey
later....
friday night: something
for kate, newtown rsl, sydney
even better than wednesday night!
first, we watched some of the top quality karaoke
on show while we had a few quenching ales.
unfortunately, i didn't get to see the other kate do her cardigan's
impression. damn. a point to note is that kate
offered me a cigarette, not knowing i have given
up, and i said no. yes, drinking beer without
smoking is easy for me now.
briefly got to mingle with jeanette (the famous actress) and marianne (the future spice girl) before
they head off to see you am i rock the enmore theatre.
OMG pip cut off his mullet!!! i was so distraught
when he appeared on stage sans mullet. distraught
to the point that i actually yelled out: 'omg!
pip! where is your mullet?!' he merely shook his
head. two people in front of me then told me that
at the woolongong gig the night before, the crowd
all chanted 'mullet' at him. haha. tops! it was
such a rock mullet! i really wanted to get a pic
of that mullet and send it to mullets galore. *one minute silence for
the rock mullet*
listening to | george
even
later.....
saturday night: surposed to
be at the northern star seeing mick
hart,
but i'm old and couldn't hack it
yes, i'm old now. four nights in a row just
apppears to be too much for old katiepoo. i'm
pissed too cuz he did a cover of radiohead's 'lucky.' not faaaaair!
*cries* *throws a tantrum* it's not my fault i'm
sick and my bones get sore in the cold weather
now! hehe.
instead, i stayed home and cleaned my room. i
suck, i know.
oh, and i had to miss the dandy warhols last week because none
of my friends would go with me. crappola.
days
wothout smoking: 21
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