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That Shit Makes Me Angry!

I don't get people:

Who claim to listen to "good" music, or who are passionate about music, or who dress hipster-like, wear all the glasses and stupid boots and crap,

but don't discriminate amongst what is obviously poor music and what is better music. I know it's all about opinions and that people can say what I think is crap is actually good, but people listening to intelligent well-made music then go and listen to what is absolute crap - for example listening to some of my favourite bands but then diluting it by listening to shit like Paramore or Taking Back Sunday.

You're either a music fan that thinks intelligently, or you're an indiscriminating douchebag that doesn't know what you like, or really have any opinions, and I will never value said opinions at all.

Don't listen for image, listen for enjoyment.



I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning

Gaelic Theatre 25/9/10

Four bands on at the Gaelic in Surry Hills, in order:
Collarbones
Ghoul
Pikelet
Richard In Your Mind

My main intent was to go to see my school friend Marcus's band, Collarbones play, but unfortunately we mistimed ourselves and Tim Gareth and I arrived too late.
Tim had already seen Marcus play with Collarbones twice, but I haven't yet. So that was disappointing. There'll definitely be time though; Marcus has got a record contract, which means hopefully there'll be heaps more ops to see him!

Ghoul were pretty interesting having not listened to them before, but I thought it was hard to get a proper gauge on them from the live performance. I liked "Swimming Pool" - was a really sweet song.

Pikelet was pretty cool, we spent a good five minutes discussing what the lead singer's profession was. (We decided a schoolteacher.)
She didn't look like anything I'd imagined. She was selling merch afterwards so I bought a badge she'd made herself.

The second time seeing Richard and his crew.
The bassplayer's knee-bobbing and hand arching makes me laugh, and Richard's really interesting on stage, so I was more than happy to bob along to their tunes.

A fun show, the Gaelic's really nice inside, and the crowd was really chilled and happy to be there.

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will: Why thank you.

Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will: Nope.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

[Will nods]

Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

Destiny?

There's this image I have in my head that one day I'll be riding bikes down a French country road like this, under a night sky with my "sister."

"I'm in love with you, little sister
We ride home in the night
While under our feet, the rain paints the street with the stars
Passing cars with light trails behind them
We could follow them on
Given this town is wearing me down
Lets take off
No one would know that we've gone "

Events

Currently, I plan on going to the 2012 Euros in Poland and the Ukraine while I'm on exchange. The competition falls in the mid-semester break of my uni semesters, so I plan on going early and watching the competition before doing a semester of exchange.

After that I plan on backing up for the next major tournament on the football calendar - the biggest one of them all - the World Cup in Brazil 2014. I don't know if you remember but the Fanzone at Darling Harbour and earlier the World Youth Day gave a taste of what it is to go to one of these global events.
It's a huge event that actually transcends just what's going on on the field, the players, the football. It's about a whole bunch of people just hanging about with a sole purpose in mind. To reference some earlier stuff Tim and I did:
http://followingthecrumbs.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-world-brought-together.html

It comes in many forms, but I think occurences like this are the things we (well, definitely I) love the most. It's events where people are all together for one common purpose. That's what's so wonderful about an event like the World Cup. No matter what the country you hail from, or what race you are or what have you, you're there to enjoy the common atmosphere and the company of all these people. The best thing about it all is that you're the ones that make the event so special - without you there would be no enjoyment. The players would still be paid and the results would still come through.

I've been pretty lucky with sporting events - I was there for Steve Waugh's last test, Australia's 2005 qualifying for the World Cup in Sydney, ANZAC Day Collingwood v Essendon, a couple of Sydney Olympics events, Sachin Tendulkar making 100 at the SCG, as well as Langer and Hayden. I've watched some miraculous things on TV - Liverpool winning the FA Cup from a Michael Owen double in 2001 (I think), their 2005 Champions League triumph, Ronaldinho's floater over Seaman at the 2002 World Cup, Senegal at the same event, Australia's 2006 WC campaign, Mitcham's perfect dive to win gold, the list goes on.

The chance to watch some real life events unfold at the world's biggest event though, with an entire globe watching on, is so enticing. I can't wait to get the opportunity to witness it first hand with the atmosphere and the colourful people and support.
Bring on Poland 2012 and Brazil 2014!

The Jezabels and Cloud Control Manning 3 Sep 2010

Went and saw the celebrations at Manning for it's 10th.
Was a pretty excellent night, featured Guineafowl (didn't see that much of them)
and the wacky Richard In Your Mind, The Jezabels and Cloud Control.

Slightly inebriated, I told Heather from the Jezabels I loved her.
She replied, "Oh, thankyou."

I'll just chuck some pictures out after that revelation.