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[Jan. 27th, 2005|10:24 am] |
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Greetings to whoever maybe reading this little message, though you probably wouldn't have known about them until I told you. I am feeling much dandier this morning, which is good. I'm listening to the fabulous ChangesOneBowie on Canadian vinyl; I love vinyl, it is a wicked invention. You play it loud and you play it hard and it really comes alive. Sometimes I feel digital sound is a little too perfect, a little too clean. Some of the records I play just don't sound the same on CD, essentially they are of course, but I don't know, the digital mastering or whatever just seems to take something away from it... a prime example I can think of right now is 'Safe European Home' by The Clash, it's so fucken powerful whatever the format, but when I hear it on vinyl, opening up "Give 'Em Enough Rope", it just seems to have an extra kick. I don't know. Maybe I'm talking crazy talk.
Mum moved into her new office today or was supposed to. I went to go help her set up, except that the lady's office whose it was previously had failed to vacate it, so we just moved all the boxes up stairs so they'll be ready when she does actually move in. Good excercise.
I have realised that the Ray Charles movie came out yesterday. I might ring some people and see if they want to go and see it. Or maybe I'll just speak to Obie, see if he wants to go cos he's the only one I can think of that might be interested. Maybe Christo. Then Michael would probably come too, which would be cool. But we'll see I suppose.
I just watched the final few games of Lleyton Hewitt's mammoth marathon match last night and all I can say is what an awesome athlete he must be. David Nalbandian, the guy he was playing, must be some athlete too, they played for about 4 hours in the end and were sweating like overworked hookers in an unairconditioned whorehouse. Thats politically incorrect apparently, these days they call them gentleman's clubs. Whorehouses I mean. It's weird, don't you think a gentleman's club sounds like some sort of institution for boring middle aged businessmen, set up so they can play cards, eat corn chips, drink beer and watch some sport and talk shit? Better watch what I say, that could be a few of my mates in a few years lol. But instead, a gentleman's club is indeed an institution where boring, probably married, middle aged businessmen go to have kinky sex. The world is full of contradictions, ironies and crashing bores isn't it Morrissey?
To the wider public that know me like I know them and whose numbers I previously had access to, it would be greatly appreciated if you could provide them to me again. It would be apparent that my phone had a meeting with a wall, and it's safe to say it came off second best. So I take it in to get repaired and for some reason, in 3 phones, the SIM card seems to be just a novelty and none of the numbers I saved saved to the fucking SIM card, instead ended somewhere in the phone and now probably floating around somewhere in a black hole. But the likelihood of me retaining those numbers when they fix the phone is about a snowballs chance in hell apparently so I'm going to need everyone's number's again. Which is a piss off, cos I have people's number's who I don't see frequently so I don't know how I'm going to get their numbers back. Oh well. It'll be good for pick up lines I suppose. Y'know I've lost my number can I have yours? Haha
I love 'Young Americans' by David Bowie. It's a groovy song. A bit dated, perhaps very dated, but it still sounds cool as fuck, Bowie just sounds sooooo smoooth. Pure white boy soul with a dash of funk. Love it.
So I don't know what else to tell you. So with that I'll leave all this with you. I don't know what I'll do now. Maybe download some songs for Gem's party CDs that I'm making. Speaking of party's I hope that everyone is turning up to atleast one of Simon's events. They should rock the casbah more than that crazy casbah jive even could.
I think Joe Strummer has been talking to me in my sleep.
Oh well, no more to say, roll over.
Zip bam boobie, I'll see you round doobies!
"Run for the shadows... run for the shadows... run for the shadows in these golden years...!" |
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| The misgivings of festivities |
[Jan. 26th, 2005|08:29 pm] |
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| | Melancholy Mechanics - Red Hot Chili Peppers | ] |
So its Australia Day and the opening message of my journal life is a somewhat mixed blessing. This is the melancholy mechanics of my mind. Today anyway. I have done nothing. Not a thing. I have not been involved in any celebrations, nor done anything particularly Australian, other than eat Pavlova and listen to the hottest 100 countdown on JJJ. I don't know. I've been bored lately, I have been wanting to do something to snap myself out of this senseless boredom, constant procrastinating, but I don't know how to do it.
I'm contemplating my place in the universe, perhaps because I'm feeling sorry for myself cos I'm not out whooping it up. I can hear the skyshow now from my house. I imagine most of my friends would be watching it from some vantage point. Which point I don't know, I was never told.
But anyhow I'm contemplating my place in the universe and my place amongst my friends. I still feel like an outsider looking in. These guys are the most accepting bunch and I still manage to feel like I'm a square peg in amongst circular holes. I'm going to go to Melbourne at the end of the year and stay with Kyla for a while, I'm wondering if I might not stay on permanently. Not with her of course, but maybe thats what I need, to start afresh or something. I suppose I'll wait and see how the rest of the year goes, but thus far, I'm having far more negatives than positives.
I spoke to Simone last night and I felt really distant from her, which is strange, she's normally one of the people I can always feel comfortable around and someone who can nearly always find something to cheer me up. Granted she probably didn't realise I'm down, but yeah, I still felt semi detached. Perhaps I'm just semi detached from the entire world. She sounds like she's having a great time though, she has her circle of friends which is good, and her and Justin are doing ok amongst all the downs and constant partying, which can be nothing but positive, so yeah.
I'm in a hole, a deep silence of the lambs type hole.
But Jodie Foster got out of that one, so I can't see why I can't do the same.
Eventually.
On the otherhand maybe I just need a nice healthy round of sex to relieve my stresses and pains and get me back onto a trail of health and happiness.
But I suppose I need a girlfriend first.
"It's raining in my cranium... my head feels like a stadium..." |
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