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Since last thursday, ive been good

We left at about 2:30, with a car full of stuff – turntables, mixer, virtual amp, aa battery powered amp, electric guitar, makeup kit, chains, weird leather chain things, fur coats, leather vests, bullet belts, sequined sparkly scarves, and a pile of cds.
The trip up was best shown from the music that got played. Normally cruising around in Shredders black rock machine, it’s a glam and nu metal fest only, but for a long trip I was sure as shit not going to let that happen *all the way*. First up was The Brides Of Destruction and their new, Nikki Sixx-less disc, which is notable for having a glam metal tribute to country music on it, but apart from that sounds really like early Guns n Roses. After that, Motley Crűe got a run, with their second album, and following that (memories of nicks party aplenty!), I slapped on Refused – The Shape Of Punk To Come. Rocking that shit all the way to the outskirts of Sydney, it was then time for some Secret Chiefs 3, which I hadn’t heard in ages and must get a copy of myself… and then for the drive around to find our accommodation to the astounding Twin Cinema by The New Pornographers.

We ended up on Riley St, near 77, and hiked it all the way up to near Oxford St, where Tegan, the girl who booked us and the one putting us up for the night lived. We were presented with a massive share house with 9 rooms, two staircases and a transient population of anywhere between 4 and 20 people. Dumping our stuff in, we sat around, talking chop until the Hancock boys eventually made their way up to the house as well – we wandered along and got some indian for dinner, but given time constraints, we had to rush back. We got in, found a rudimentary table, and set up, sadly facing the foldback issues that plague our gigs so often. Come 9:30 and the doors hadn’t opened yet, Bec and Nick had arrived, so I ushered them in the back, and then we had to run away and do our makeup.

The lead in dj was Tegan, pumping out mostly electro 80’s stuff, from PIL to Flock Of Seagulls. Bec and Louise were sitting down, but I couldn’t go over them and face them to talk, because the Suicide Girls dvd was playing on the massive screen they were sitting under, and it was remarkably distracting, so happily they came over and spoke to me on their own accord after a while.

Around 11 we got up and played, and we were ok – Marcus was putting a fair bit of head banging in, and whilst the crowd didn’t initially seem to know what was going on, by the time we whipped out the two killers – the Jump Around and the Move Your Feet, everyone was happy and there were smiles abound.

Hancock Basement kicked off straight after and put on another blisteringly good display – three songs was all that was needed from Mel Spectrum to be demanding a recording, and with Craven belting out a Portishead cover, Tom going overtime on the hats, and Nick BW whipping out the sax to much better effect than they did at Ug that time, everyone had fun.

We listened to Ash playing electro for a while, and packed up, and left, for myself, Marcus and Louise to hold court in taylor square proper till probably 4:30 in the morning.
Driving back the next morning, it was more NP’s, the brilliant Cheer Leader Death Metal Zydeco of Estradashpere, the picaresque Decemberists, and the trip was ended with Kiss – Dynasty.

I was actually relieved to get back to Canberra. For reasons that I think I better explained to people yesterday, for the first time I got quite worried about moving to Sydney. Which, incidently, looks like happening in three weeks or so. Fuck. Anyway, up there, people are WAY trashier than they are in Canberra, and I really don’t want to fall into an even more wasted place than I am already in…
I’m sure it will be ok, but yeah, damn.

Yesterday was fun – new family guys bookended barbeques with new friends – massive props to the awesome Liz Metal and American Steph, as well as Marisa’s Robin for all the free beer, and the gorgeous Lisa who didn’t kill me for messily and publicly falling in gushing love with her.
Rule #98912 – Al, when you are drunk, you aren’t as pretty as anyone, especially not her.

5:59 PM - Oct. 17, 2005

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I’ve acquired quite a taste For a well-made mistake, I wanna make a mistake, why can’t I make a mistake??????????

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