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“Purple haze all in my eyes, Don’t know if it’s day or night.. You’ve got me blowin, blowin my mind.. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?”

So a few weeks ago (an eternity in blogger time) I dragged a friend of mine to The Ed to see my local obsession Lady Strangelove, a first for him but I was already privy to the wonder of this band. Having heard them months ago on an island in the sun at the Kangaroo Island music festival for the first time, I was drawn to the stage by the psychedelic sounds of what sounded like the reincarnation of early Santana, funky electro and Led Zeppelin. In my high-on-life state, drawn like children to the pied piper me and my girls gravitated to the front and stood there slack-jawed, transported to a time where music made you feel something; turned you on, made you feel like you could melt away, kiss the person next to you, change the world and be free as a bird. Next came me posting about this life-changing experience, Facebook friending the band, Fox the drummer F-Friending me and the countdown for the next time they were performing in Adelaide.

I have a partner in crime my close friend, P.A (if organisers ask) and fellow gig groupie/bandAid who I drag along to as many gigs as I can courtesy of my reviewer’s pass + 1. But this time it was on me, because I was not missing out on exposing fresh ears to a musical eclipse and I wanted to see if they were really THAT good or it was the potent mix of booze, high-life and good times festival vibe. First was support act URTEKK.. by the way guess which ONE photo was Photoshopped..

Being stone cold sober the only thing I remember about URTEKK was that they were pretty good.. which doesn’t mean that they were average because I have a vague recollection of Stasi the vocalist being quite mesmerizing it’s just that I was so excited to see Lady Strangelove that I blocked out a lot…

..the verdict = they were freaking awesome. My friend who normally boogies and grooves to every gig we go to was just standing there in awe. The freaky, trippy  projections on the wall and the psychedelic lighting all added to the mood and even though the crowd wasn’t big it was just the way I like it.

It’s really weird meeting someone officially after you have chatted through Facebook and already blogged about how amazing they are, I get really shy and slightly starstruck. And I’m the first person to say I don’t understand how people can go ga-ga over celebrities but musicians, and really talented ones that I admire I go all ‘Pamela de Barres’. So it was really cool to have Fox come over like we were old friends and give me a big hug and say thanks for the support.. (I may have fainted ever so slightly).. chatting with me and my bandAid I just had to ask.. “So if the world was going to end in 15 minutes, what three songs would you want to listen to?” .. (those who follow my interviews for The Mouth will understand this question) but I lost the piece of paper that I wrote his answers down on but I remember one of them being ‘Hearts A Mess’ by Gotye because I love that song as well but funny enough he messaged me on Facebook a couple of days later, having truly given my question some serious thought and  ”I have been thinking about my “gonna die in fifteen minutes” song choice. I think that I’d like to make a change! I would like to choose one song only… Claire Delune by the composer Debussy” 

So another two hugs later, I’m floating home after a great gig, talking about the night and smelling of another man’s sweat.. success

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“So someone take her picture, so I don’t forget her… I wish I had a polaroid, so I could remember”

One long walk on a hot 35 degree day to the only 120MM photo developers in the city with some moments later and 45$ poorer I got my summer snaps back that I took with my Diana F+. Currently I’ve just snapped on an instaback (turns it into a Polaroid camera) and have been pretty happy with the images. But decided to get out the 120 and use my Lady Di for what god intended and to be honest.. not worth it. I’m too broke right now to be spending 20$ a roll of film then $20+ on developing a single roll for about 10 shots. Might as well slap my instaback back on and buy the film for half the price on the internet and BAM already developed with one push of a button. It’s magical though the feeling of taking pictures and having to wait for them to be developed, you get one try and one try only and you don’t get that annoying “can I see the picture? How did I look?” order. These are just a few in their overexposed, underexposed, shaky, unfocused, magical, seventies style, imperfect in the most wonderful way possible photos!! Moments of summer bbq fun, more pics of Summadayze (yes I spent a hot 40 degree day with two cameras strapped to me) and all the in-between…

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“Sunday mornings.. walking through the streets, breaking all the rules yeah.. falling back to sleep”

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Set Sail gave an impromptu performance in Rundle Mall before their gig later that evening. Totally cool as you can see the drummer played with a turned over plastic bucket, cymbal in the floor, violinist plugged into an amp and all of them barefoot.

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Police presence, religious preaching & pro-gay rights debaters fighting back with a scattering of free-huggers.. one guy was standing just behind me holding a sign saying ‘FREE HUGS – IM NOT WITH THOSE GUYS’.. =D

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“Then I look at you, and the world’s alriggghhht with me. Just one look at you.. and I know it’s gonna be.. a lovely daaayyyy”

A collection of moments throughout the weeks.. including; driving home past Belair National Park and thinking my area was in flames as I got further up the hill the sunny day was replaced with thick smoke. When I got a suburb away they had a teeny tiny sign on the side of the road explaining it was a burn-off. Even though it doesn’t look it in the pictures you couldn’t see more than 50 metres in front, it was quite beautiful even if I did smell like a  barbecue when I got home…

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Someone thinks highly of themselves…

…. These next pictures are from this guy who just randomly plays the guitar in Rundle Mall, he just jams and sometimes plays recognised songs who sporadically shouted out ‘Peace!’, ‘Love!’, ‘Unity’.. he wasn’t asking for money, you could take a CD, leave cash if you want to or not but what caught my eye was this amazing ‘Local Revolution’ book that I looked through and was filled with messages of love, peace, proverbs, sayings, quotes in English and in other languages.. It was awesome… bummer that I only had my mobile on me…

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Of course I had to write something.. my all-time favourite quote I wrote on the left with blue pen by Marianne Williamson (No not Nelson Mandela like that movie Coach Carter bloopered) “What is our greatest fear? Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…” There’s more to it but I was late for the bus and had to run….

A day at the beach…

Foo Fighters at the Adelaide Oval…

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Funny enough the first thing I noticed wasn’t the tree sprouting out the top.. my first comment was ‘Surely they would be pulled over with the windows painted over like that’… in my defense I approached it from the back, there are similar trees aligning the street and I didn’t see the front window had been painted also

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“Alabama, Arkansaw I do love… (wicki wicki disc scratching) REMIX.. I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW”

It’s funny how things happen and events that make you believe in destiny or fate. It’s like that phone call you see in the movies where a boy receives a call from his girlfriend and he’s all happy until he hears her having sex on the line with some random.. and you think yeah right that would never happen. Well it does. Not exactly like that.. but a girlfriend of mine lets call her Carmen receives a picture message from her boyfriend after spending a great few days together of fun, frivolity and good times. Low and behold it’s a photo message of private conversations she’s had with me about personal things that she obviously did not share with him. The guy had gone on her Facebook while she had gone to work and left her laptop at his place and guessing her password went through her Facebook and took photos of her conversations as evidence to hang onto.  As any women who has close girlfriend will attest to there are just some skeletons in your closet that you just do NOT want to share; men you wished you’d never kissed, about their boyfriends performance in bed, honest opinions about their boyfriends friends. MORTIFYING ABSOLUTELY MORTIFYING if read by the wrong person.

Well she got busted.. and now it’s over. But not finished by him but by her, the girl’s allowed to have her private opinions and she told me she could never look at him the same way again. The thought of him going behind her back when the relationship had no problems, no lipstick on the collar for him to have motives to snoop. Carmen had been upset all week because he might be moving away for his job soon and she couldn’t go with him because of her work – nothing that should be bringing up any red flags in his mind. Even though they had trust issues from the past on both sides, a new leaf had been turned and they were planning to be together, forever even. He promised her the world, promised he would fight for her, promised he would treat her how she deserved and better… Yeah haven’t we all heard that before.

So back to the idea of fate.. if he had never accidentally sent that picture from his phone she would have never known until he sprung it on her obviously waiting for an opportune moment (like that exists). He had acted perfectly normal with her after he snooped, loving, caring, trying to make her smile and have a good time when she started feeling low about the idea of him leaving. Up until she saw the message and called confronting him he had acted like the perfect gentleman. But did he apologise about invading her privacy? Did he seem ashamed at his behaviour? Did he realise the error of his psycho ways? No… he then admitted to also going through her phone and then tried to justify himself by NOT explaining why he did it (oh no wait.. he said it was because she was acting “weird” – not good enough I say) but by trying to throw back in her face what he had read. Well buddy if you go looking you will find and once you open Pandora’s box your screwed as the saying goes. I feel sorry for her she really loved this guy, a girl can’t be held accountable for what she reveals in the sanctuary of girl talk and now the relationship is ruined and for what really?? A stolen kiss before they were together with some guy he hates, a 5 minute phone call with an ex lover she forgot to tell him about and random girl talk about sex (and quite complimentary too might I add) amongst other things.

It’s funny how things work out… but in a not funny at all kind of way. He hasn’t contacted her since the discovery hopefully wallowing in shame at his psycho-ness and hopefully feeling regretful for the beautiful relationship he destroyed. One can only hope.

I’ve only got one song to put on my Mix CD today that sums this all up and it’s so exclusive you can only find it on Itunes not on YouTube yet or unless you have their EP…

  • Like a Weight – The Jungle Drums
….The perfect melancholic track it’s really worth the AU$1.69 to buy or however many pence, dollars, yen or cents
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“With hearts on fire, I reach out to you tonight”

Something different happened to me the other day.. I was on the bus reading with no plans (set in stone anyway) on my way to the library . As I stood up to get off the bus this man who was standing in front of me (who was getting off as well) turns to me and asks me ‘if I would like to go get a coffee?’. Granted, that is not so shocking and call me naive but I did not feel like it was a pick-up, or that he was hitting on me.. just that he had some free time and would have liked to have a coffee. I didn’t think he had especially noticed me, as an attractive woman you can tell when you have caught someone’s eye and I had seen him periferally come onto the bus and sit down without so much as a second look at me. But the way he turned and asked me out of the blue, with no nervousness, cockiness or obvious intention implied and I had to pause for a moment and wonder.. well why not??

Lets say he didn’t want anything (don’t smirk, play along) but to spend a spontaneous hour with a complete stranger. Just two people with nothing important to do just expanding each others minds or talking complete nonsense.. I prefer the former but how much better would life be if we weren’t so paranoid, fearful, snobbish, weary of people with hidden agendas and tried to re-connect with someone for a brief moment. What if I had accepted and we had, had a great conversation? If at the end no numbers were exchanged, just a thankyou for the chat and we parted ways, happy to have reached out to someone and the world no longer feeling like such a cold, lonely, harsh place. People spend a lot of money paying for therapy, paying for a complete stranger to listen to their problems, wanting to be heard, to be told they are normal or ok or things will get better, to indulge in some narcissism to help ease the pain of being human with the social complications, personal problems and the traumas that entail.

We stay in horrible relationships, put up with shitty friends, rely on dysfunctional families, endure physical or verbal violence from close ones mainly ( and I speculate) from the fear of being alone. Travelling a lot I tried to stay connected to a small group of friends, every time I would return I wouldn’t feel so alone, that I was needed, that I had roots somewhere and  that I belonged. I went along with their plans, their social life, was their for all their issues and problems as a true friend and I believed I was happy and had real friendships. Until I had some real personal issues, made some regrettable decisions, moped around, got depressed and they turned their backs on me after I apparently took longer then they believed necessary to ‘get over it’.. I wasn’t aware that I had a timeline before everything had to go back to being about them. I tried to rekindle the friendship I could feel my security blanket slipping away and I apologised, I felt like I had to, that I was an inconvenience and it was them that slowly stopped calling me, inviting me out, coming to my birthday and they shut me out of their lives. For a long time I felt like it was my fault, that I had lost something important, that I was alone and that petrified me. But now I couldn’t care less, I realise it was the best thing that has happened to me, I have excellent friendships with some amazing people who unfortunately live all over Australia and abroad but we keep in contact all the time and I am not alone and never will be. Who needs roots when they are rotten??

If the world was a place where we could accept a strangers invite for coffee or a bite to eat without the fear of malice or intention I believe we would not feel so alone and so afraid to make the hard decisions to walk away from certain people or situations. That we would be stronger, happier and not so selfish to look at someone like they are crazy when they try to reach out and engage in conversation at the bus stop, supermarket, anywhere… that there would be much more community and maybe not so much mental damage, disease, depression… but that is a whole other conversation.

Something to think about anyway… maybe I should have said yes??

My Mix CD…

  • Hearts on Fire – Cut Copy
  • Space Oddity – David Bowie
  • Jump into the fog – The Wombats
  • By your side – Beachwood Sparks
  • Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles
  • Message in a Bottle – The Police
  • Reach out (I’ll be there) – Four Tops
  • Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve
  • Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong
  • Spanish Sahara – Foals
  • Hearts a Mess – Gotye
  • Chinese Translation – M.Ward
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