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January 2007


Phew! In the past three days the beloved and I have seen three amazing, and very different, bands:

* The Violent Femmes
* Roger Waters doing, among other things, Dark Side of the Moon
* The Killers

The Femmes played the Becks Festival Bar as part of the Sydney Festival and, since they’re one of my favourite bands, I was all anticipation. And they didn’t disappoint. The only other time I’ve seen them live was in 95 or 96 (can’t remember which) at the Enmore and, while good, the gig lacked joie de vivre. This time ’round, the crowd was rowdy and diverse and…well…facinating to watch and be part of. It was kinda weird since so many of the songs deal with teen angst, and most people were well over 30, but that just added to this really interesting dynamic. People boogeying and singing along, dancing with their partners, friends, and strangers. A great vibe that shouldn’t go hand in hand with angst and yet does, in part because the Femmes are such wonderful musicians and really cut lose - and the crowd reciprocated.
And a note to all you single gals out there - the Femmes are a definite blokes band…lots of boys at the gig.

Roger Waters was at the Acer Arena out at Homebush. On the same night as the Big Day Out. I’ve eschewed the BDO since some idiot threw an empty beer can at my head while I was sitting in the stands (sadly, since its move to Homebush from Moore Park, the vibe of BDO has become distinctly loutish). Even so, my heart still beats for BDO and I must admit that, as I walked past the grounds on my way to Roger, the strains of Little Birdy doing their Split Enz cover on the wind, I would have defected in an instant given half a chance.
But I’m very, very glad I didn’t. It wasn’t the thousands of Pink Floyd accolytes, from bearded fogeys to young converts. It wasn’t the seemingly over-the-top staging, complete with fireworks, floating astronaut and infamous flying pig. It wasn’t the mesmerizing backdrop. It wasn’t the incredible vocals, amazing musicianship, phenomenal arrangements. It wasn’t even Roger himself; it was the entire experience that wrapped you up and took you in, steamrolling cynicism to leave in its place complete enjoyment and understanding of why Pink Floyd is revered, and why it continues to be so.

Poor Killers. After the first two nights, it was going to be a hard ask to stack up against the previous two bands. Especially at The Horden, which can be very hit and miss when it comes to gigs. I’ve seen some awesome gigs at the Horden. I’ve also seen some shockers. I think the key here is not to compare, because to do so is to come up short. It’s hard not to see the performance as contrived. It’s easy to say that they sound a lot better in the studio. It’s very easy to say I’ve seen the act done before by others, to far greater effect. But, if you haven’t seen it all before (I’m such a jaded wee thing), it would have been highly enjoyable. If you’d been in the front half of the crowd, down near the stage, surrounded by people who also love a snappy chorus and a flamboyant frontman, it would have been a lot of fun. In some ways, I think I’ve ruined The Killers by putting them on my iPod for use as a running track. I don’t really enjoy running, and half of the enjoyment of music stems from the memories it conjures. So I equate them with running and not with happy times with friends, or a trip away or something more …well…fun. I must remember not to similarly taint new music in the future.
Then again, perhaps I’m just making excuses and the band isn’t one that will endure into the future. I guess time will tell.

http://www.linerider.com/

It’s really cute and a good time waster

They say Australians will bet on two flies crawling up a wall if given half a chance, and I reckon this proves it:

Rating the TV ratings

You can bet on how well new TV shows will do in the ratings this season. Madness!

grrr…you know what really annoys me? People who send emails about things and put all the relevant information in the attachment. So I gotta open an attachment to see the three lines of info that I could have accessed instantly in an email.

Especially PDF attachments…it’s a small thing, but man, it annoys me. Word is almost as bad…somebody at work just sent instructions in a word document that could have very easily been cut and pasted into the body of an email. Smoke is coming out of my ears.

Top Gear and Simon Cowell - it’s got to be good right? It sure is! This is part 2, which includes the legendary lap. Simon’s time was first for a very long time, but he was eventually beaten by round-the-world sailing champ Ellen MacArthur and comedian Jimmy Carr (and The Stig). They’ve since changed the format but the old celebrity board still stands here.

I don’t know why I feel compelled to say, “Hey! Check out the new look on the website”. [puts on best valley girl voice:]Like, dah, you can see it yourself!

But I am a big fan of the redesign. Call me fickle. It’s the virtual equivalent of moving all the furniture around or moving house. It helps stops me from giving in to my resistance to change and all that.

When I was a kid I loved Michael Jackson. His music, I mean. He was always a bit weird. But hey, it was the 80s. And if you weren’t in the Michael Jackson camp, then you were in the Boy George camp, and well, camp’s the right word to use here isn’t it?

Even tho my alligence was to Michael, I must admit I really loved Culture Klub too. So I was very excited when the beloved told me he was interviewing Boy George, who’s rumoured to be coming to Sydney for a certain high-profile event that is always a badly kept secret…nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more.

Woohooin!

Given the drink’s reputation, it’s fitting that I was introduced to absinth in a seedy underground nightclub in Prague. Dark and gothic, the cigarette-induced haze fluttering like a curtain to reveal all manner of debauchery - copulating couples crammed into toilet cubicles, a stripping barmaid who danced naked on the bar while the walls stood aflame with burning absinth. A mad night for three travellers who probably thought themselves very world weary, but in reality were far from it, and one which I will always remember, despite the drink’s effects.

It was only later that I heard about absinth’s reputation, and given my initiation, I never questioned the validity of the claims that led to its ban. But thinking has changed; there’s general agreement that absinth really isn’t that bad. Well, it’s as innocuous as something that’s 70% alcohol can be. The hallucinogenic episodes it was blamed for were more likely to be caused by alcohol poisoning or poisons resulting from bad distillation practises.

So in light of its newfound acceptance, I am raising the proverbial glass to the drink of writers, poets and alcoholics. Cheers!

hehehe…lovin’ Kathy McCabe’s piece on the spunky cricket boys.

My favourite quote: Women love to unearth a secret, particularly one that involves a handsome young sports star who Lara Bingle hasn’t got her mitts on.