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220701 » westie surfer footy
playing dullards need not apply
listening to | the devoted few \ 5
track demo
feeling | ambivalent
firstly
i'd like to thank those that emailed me or
contacted me after they read my (somewhat incoherent) previous journal
entry. it's nice to know there are people out
there who feel what i feel and who care for me.
you all rule. :)
i
went to sydney last night to see glenn richards
from augie march solo. i won't dwell on
the gig too much, as i realise many of you
probably aren't really all that interested in
what i thought of a couple of bands.
so, briefly, the devoted few were awesome. so good,
infact, that i bought the cd they had for sale.
ben fletcher's hair was looking particularly
slendiferous. it was dyed like a redish purple
colour and was spiked in the middle. you know how
when babies first start to grow hair, it kinda
sticks up in the middle? yeah, well it looked
like that, only he is an adult and has much more
hair.
deloris were very nice. the lead singer is the
splitting image of a friend of mine from uni. if
i saw the singer in the street, i would have run
up to him thinking it was my friend. quite
uncanny, really.
their drummer was fantastic and quite spunky,
too. he had slight manboobs, but he had cool
facial hair that more than made up for that. oh,
and he was wearing cool pants, too. and a bonds
shirt. i like bonds shirts very much on a boi.
glenn was gorgeous and funny. he stuffed up a few
chords, and his banjo playing was hilarious. when
he pulled the banjo out, he started talking like
some backward yokel from the bush. then he
admitted that he is half tasmanian. haha. (no
offence dan ;P)
glenn solo was no where near as good as an augie
march gig, but it was still very nice. the crowd
were all very appreciative and quiet - something
he complemented us on (he said either we were
quiet, or he was going deaf. hehe).
after the gig kim and i got to talking about the
deloris drummer and how spunky he was. we
lamented that there are no bands in newcastle as
good or as cute as the ones we had just watched
and listened to. i lamented that there are no
decent looking, funky cool type guys in newcastle
at all. kim agreed. this conversation got me
thinking.
the steriotypical newcastle male is one
of the following:
westie bogan - daily attire consists of a
(usually red) flanno and black jeans. drives a
kingswood.
braindead surfer - thinks he is god's
gift to women. the fact that he does not know how
to string a sentence together should not matter,
in his opinion, as he is tanned and has a 6 pack.
footy player - like the braindead surfer, he
is also lacking in the cerebral department. his
head looks like he smacks himself into brickwalls
daily (which i guess he does) and is rather
immature. also thinks all the women adore him - i
have yet to fathom why.
dullard - looks like a normal nice guy,
but when he opens his mouth you fall asleep.
revhead morons - like to do doughies in
the nobby's beach car park. another favourite
past time is bush bashing.
rice boys - ok, i will admit that there are
many more of these in sydney, but they are
beginning to become a prominent feature in
newcastle, as well. they drive along the main
streets playing really bad music really loud, in
an attempt to impress people. who would be
impressed my an excel that a rice boy has spent
$50,000 on, i don't know. i'm still puzzled as to
why they don't just go out and buy a real car
with all that money. oh, and they have really
bad, annoying accents and say 'fucken' way too
much.
nerds with no social skills - well, you don't often
see these guys out on the town. they are usually
found in the computer science labs on the ground
floor of the main engineering building. they are
characterised by their unusually pale skin.
basically, what i am trying to say is that there
are no intelligent, funky cool guys with a sense
of humour and a sense of fun in newcastle! well,
not that i or any of my friends can find, anyway.
maybe there is some secret funky cool people
hangout that i haven't been told about. if there
is i want to know why i don't know about it! i'm
cool! really, i am...
but it isn't just funky cool guys that are
missing from this city, funky cool chicks are
also lacking. with myself and my friends being an
exception, of course.
hypothesis for unusual lack of funky cool
people in newcastle:
* funky cool people finish high
school and soon realise there are no other cool
funky people in newcastle, and so migrate to
sydney, as sydney is abundant with funky cool
people.
* there is some anti-cool kidnapper
type person who feels it is their duty to
eradicate this city of anyone with a sense of
individualism. *hides under her bed*
* too many funky cool people go to
uni to do an arts degree so that they can
'express themselves.' this concludes with them
working at maccas full time. their spirit is so
broken that any sort of cool funkiness they once
had is squashed.
* if there are any funky cool people
in newcastle, they certainly aren't forming
bands, becoming rich and famous, and then
fleeing. newcastle bands generally suck.
(silverchair are a slight exception to this,
although i do not consider any member of
silverchair to be either cool nor funky, and
their music also sucks. actually, i guess that
means that they aren't really an exception at
all.)
* there is a portal somewhere in
newcastle that sucks anyone with funky cool
qualities into a parallel dimension. (mummy, can
i go there for my birthday?)
* aliens are abducting funky cool
people to start another fucky cool planet
consisting of only funky cool beings. (mummy, can i go there too?)
i would love to be out there meeting new,
interesting people. i love making new friends! i
am of the ethos that the more friends you have,
the better! it is just that it is kind of
imposibble to look at a person and say 'oh, they
look like they are into what i am into. i think i
could get along with them.' this is one of the
reasons the internet is such a great medium. you
can chat to someone and get to know them without the stigma that, say, a pub has. if you
are at a pub and begin a conversation with
someone, it is immediately assumed that you are
'interested' in them.
so, if you are cool and funky and live in
newcastle, email me. or even if you don't
live in newcastle, but think you fit the funky
and cool criteria, email me. i'd love to get to know
you!
days without a cigarette: 92 (i dreamt
last night that i got really drunk and had a
smoke. it was a baaaad dream.)
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