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061001 »
feeling fifteen while b-grade ex-soapie stars get their gear
off
listening to | ash \ nuclear sounds
feeling | sleepy and in love
firstly,
i just want to remind everyone to watch the glasshouse on ABC tv
at 8pm on friday night. if you do, you may well see the
super jen, vic and kate in the crowd. apparently my boots
made it onto last friday night's episode. J
last
night was ASH (from
here on in to be pronounced "aahsh") night!
my
friends and i met for pre-gig drinks at the sydney city rsl club
as lash are so bad that they were not even worthy of us getting
to the gig early to throw projectiles at them. thus it was
decided that drinkies were a must. wise decision, wouldn't
you agree?
isn't
it strange how once you start to imbibe alkimahol things start
getting silly? well they do with me, anyhoo. i don't
even have to be drunk. i came up with the quote of the
night last night "i think they should make a mobile
phone ring tone that sounds like a phone ringing."
i should really think a little more before i speak at
times. my quote marginally beat andy's comment that a guy
in a toohey's ad that was sitting on the bar looked like paul
dempsey from something
for kate. then flick and i started telling jokes about
dead babies that everyone told us were gross, but at which they
still laughed. the dead babies jokes started when i told
everyone about how i think i saw a woman in bondi pushing around
a dead baby in a pram. it freaked me out when i looked
into the pram and saw this tiny green/purple thing with its eyes
rolled half way into the back of it's head. seriously
scared the shit out of me. i literally reeled away from
the pram. what sort of baby if a green/purple
colour? i had nightmares that night that i was talking to
dead people, only i didn't know they were dead.
anyways,
i don't know if many of you out there are ash ("aahsh")
fans, but if you are you will know what i am talking about when
i say "sick party." for those who aren't ash
fans, it is basically a hidden track at the end of their album 1977.
it consists of their roadie, leif, throwing up while the band
and friends watch on and laugh. imagine in an irish
accent:
leif:
*bluuurgh* *blaaargh* *bluuuuuuuuurgh*
tim: ahahahaha oh that's fookin' disgusting
leif: *spit* *hack* *spit* no wait, i've got
more... *aaaarghbluuuurgh*
tim: what a fookin' amazing song hahhahhaa
...only
with more spewing and more laughing.
a
few years ago i proclaimed "sick party" to be the
soundtrack of my life, but i am less hardcore now, so it no
longer is. in the documentary of my life they can use
"sick party" for the senior high school years.
but
i digress, i think the whole point of that was to tell you we
were doing our own renditions of "sick party" last
night, only without real spew. we were just
pretending. that wasn't so interesting, nor funny in the
end now, was it?
so
after much silliness (and much chastising of myself for openly
declaring i hated gerling to a bunch of gerling lovers) we made
our way to the metro theatre after danny messaged us to tell us
the place was starting to fill up.
we
got to the metro and lash were still on stage and the place was
half empty. obviously danny thought it would be funny to
trick us into seeing the end of lash's set. prick.
hehe. we made our way up to the front, centre stage, in
front of where tim wheeler would later stand. i yelled to
lash that they sucked and should get off stage, after which the
bass player stated "we always love a sydney crowd."
my friends think she was being sarcastic and that she was
directing that comment towards me.
thankfully,
lash finished two songs later and our sanity restored. not
long after, a guy beside me tapped me on my shoulder and pointed
to the balcony to the left of us and asked "who are those
people? they look famous." to which i replied "haha
no they just wish they were famous." then i looked a
little closer and realised one of the girls was none other than
crappy ex-crap soapie star, now crap pantomome star, isla
fischer. "hang on... isn't that that crap chick who was in
home and away and now lives in england and does
pantomimes?" (who the hell would pay to see a pantomime,
anyways?!?!) a couple of my friends backed up my
observation, then the guy beside me noticed the dude she was
with "isn't that that guy from cold feet?" "omg!
it is! it's the dorky cute one whose girlfriend thought
she was pregnant to the black guy! HEY! COLD FEET
GUUUUUY!!!" i yelled to no avail. he (adam in cold
feet) was too busy nibbling isla's earlobe. then all of a
sudden isla lifted her top up and flashed her bra at the crowd
below. oobviously a few "fans" below were
heckling her.
it
was an odd coincidence that isla would flash the crowd, as only
five minutes previous my friend flick was attempting to convince
me to flash tim wheeler with her when he came out. i was
tempted, but we later decided there was no way we could upstage
a crap soapie star flashing.
so,
after yelling out to cold feet guy a few more times, ash came
on. *yay*
OMG!
timmy wheeler instantly made me feel like i was fifteen
again. he made us all feel like we were fifteen. it
was all dreamy eyes and arms outstretched and cries of "tiiiiiiiiim!!"
at every given opportunity. whenever he stood infront of
us to play guitar we tried to reach as far as possible in the
event he might stick out his hand to touch us. when they
played "shining light" my group of friends around me
all pointed to tim as we sang along "you are my shining
light." he even looked at me! it wasn't a
glance either, it was a full on staring-deeply-into-my-eyes type
look. i swear we had a moment. he realised he needed
me at that moment. that moment will forever be pinpointed
as the start of something incredible between us. *sigh*
amanda said he pointed at her, but he only did it because he
knew she was there with me and he wanted to make my friends feel
special too.
amanda
also got one of tim's guitar picks. when i found out i
asked her if she had put it in her mouth yet, as that would have
been the first thing i would have done. she said she
had. i then commented that i saw a small puddle of tim
spit on the stage and if i had a chance i would have licked it
up. oddly, no one found that comment disturbing.
amanda said she almost caught some time spit in her hands during
the gig. too bad she didn't, we could have cloned
him!
the
man is just way too sexual. how dare he sing to us (remember, in an irish accent):
"sink into warm flesh
i want to taste your skin
want to see you undressed
and see you shake your thing"
*orgasm*
watching him play guitar was, at times, like watching him
masturbate. the guy IS sex! and those eyes... don't
get me started on the eyes... and the hair... he has the best
guy hair ever! and his arms... and his accent... and the
way he plays that guitar. oooh i'm starting to feel all
tingly... i should stop...
and
charlotte has the coolest chick hair ever. if i was game
enough to get my hair cut short i would get her haircut.
during
the gig, isla was shaking her hair all over the balcony and
standing seductively with one of her shirt sleaves off her
shoulder. cold feet guy was going mental and when ash did
a cover of "teenage kicks" he ran down into the mosh
and was hoisted above the crowd, arms outstretched, chanting the
words with tim. i was in a mosh with cold feet guy.
cool.
until
last night, we had believed we were over timmy wheeler and his
way too good looks. but last night he was looking better
than ever and we realised that we really and truly aren't over
him. i declared him the most beautiful boi in the world
(not that that is an unusual thing for me to do - especially
after seeing a band). damn do i wish i was his
guitar. especially at that time when he had one leg up on
the fold back speaker and and was resting his (kiss style)
guitar on the inside of his thigh right next to his... hmmm, i'm
getting a little too graphic now, aren't i?
to
all those i told i would be married by 9am this morning,
unfortunately that didn't work out according to my well thought
out plan, but i know my tim is looking for me and will find me
in time. *sigh*
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