Tags: concerts

Rhythm and Vines

Yeah, so I can't go. The flights for my parents are all booked. And Dad was at pains to point out that my mother "wouldn't be impressed". ;)

This is annoying, since I've become quite the fan of both Late of the Pier and Digitalism since the line-up announcement.

Fingers crossed for a good Big Day Out lineup.

Pretend you're excited

I seem to be updating my Livejournal less and less frequently these days.

Perhaps it's because the format simply doesn't appeal that much to me anymore; I often feel the urge to write sizeable rants about political or philosophical things, the things I mull over in my brain when I should be working, but I fear that even the most valiant of wordsmithing efforts will be crushed beneath the cruel, ever-spinning scroll wheel of indifference, the reader's time instead spent completing a "Which venereal disease are you?" quiz.

So as a result, I end up not writing much at all, beyond the occasional link to a music video or similar. Theoretically, I should probably set up a wordpress blog or something like that, but I'm lazy.

Anyway, this is turning into a meta-post, so to some actual content.

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The Bravery


I saw these fine looking young lads play at the San Francisco Bathhouse in Wellingtron last weekend.

We don't get alot of big, international acts coming to visit New Zealand (particularly not south of Auckland), but the silver lining of that cloud is that when they do, they don't need to borrow a stadium for the occasion. While massively famous in the US and UK, the turnout for The Bravery was about what one would expect for a popular local band.

They obviously appreciated this intimacy, and they seemed to enjoy themselves alot. Endicott, their singer, managed to attract a few boos from the audience when he blurted out: "We've been here in Australia for the past two weeks", but saved well. He introduced each song, explaining the meaning behind each one, and when the time came for the encore, exclaimed "We can't really be bothered doing this tonight. How about you all just pretend we've left the stage and just come back, and you're all really excited."

And we were. They played primarily songs from the first album and The Moon versions of songs from their second, all full of synthy goodness and energy.

And I musn't neglect to mention the opening band, HEAT LIKE ME, a four-piece dance ensemble who Don't Play Guitars. The crowd reaction was lukewarm - they had to remind people that "We ARE a dance band, you know.." - goddamn hipsters with their folded arms. Anyway, they were pretty damn good in my opinion, and well worth seeing again.

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I went along to Shadowlounge on the Friday preceding, and I was pleasantly surprised by the good turnout (and also pleasantly surprised at the range of music - cheers Darian, and Brad for playing Xymox for me). I had a lovely time flailing to the music, talking nonsense and getting slightly more drunk than was probably advisable.

Somehow we all ended up in a bar behind the Attic Lounge where, for reasons unbeknownst, three teenaged girls were making out in a corner. What with that being about the only entertainment left at that point, we called it a night.

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Otherwise, I didn't get up to a hell of a lot in Wellington, largely due to being sick as a dog and having lungs full of cat fur. I caught up with a bunch of people - staying with kaajatimos and crew, going shopping with cornix and meeting up with Sangita, an old school friend.

The latter was a little strange. Sangita and I have never really had anything whatsoever in common, yet have been close friends ever since we met. We have even less in common now. So while it wasn't awkward - it never is - it was almost.. pointless? Every part of the conversation beyond "Hey, it's good to see you" was entirely trivial and meaningless. I find the same with most of my friends from before about 2005. Still, it's nice in a way. You can be completely open and honest in talking about your life with somebody like that because the fact is, they're not really a part of your life on the whole and nothing you say to them is likely to affect it in any adverse kind of way.

I attempted to visit the New Zealand School of Music at Massey, but essentially failed as I discovered half-way through my tour that the Sonic Arts campus is in fact in Kelburn, and it was far too late to plan a mission in that direction.

I'm going to [sic] my post here, otherwise nobody will read it. More to follow in the coming days. And the obligatory music..

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The Knife - We Share Our Mother's Health

This video is right at the top of my list of Things Not To Trip To.

The Knife are a fucking brilliant two-piece from Sweden. Slightly creepy electro-something-or-other, like Kraftwerk churned through a meat grinder by an insane clown who is also handing out poisoned candy. And dancing.

I hate posting this sort of thing on LJ..

but is anyone interested in coming along to see Collapsing Cities at Al's Bar tonight?

They're an indie band from Auckland whose name I've only recently become familiar with, but by all accounts they're fucking awesome (and are, in classic Kiwi style, making waves in the UK even though nobody here has heard of them). The gig's been kept pretty low key (I haven't noticed any posters or advertising on the tubes until I checked JAGG today), so it should be fairly intimate.

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Now and then I like to read through the 'Your Say' section on Stuff.

It gives me a certain kind of perverse pleasure. The indignant farmer poo-pooing climate change. The blue collar worker bemoaning New Zealand's "high taxes", who thinks that a Tory government will improve his living standards. The grumpy old man complaining about our politically correct nanny state, feeling that his rights are being infringed by the great homosexual-communist conspiracy's insistence on recognizing the rights of minorities.

Then yesterday, I came across this gem, on the topic of schools respecting the rights of transgender children:

This story is more about how degraded our western culture is becoming than about dealing with people's social and mental issues. A person is born in a particular male or female body because that is their karma from previous lives. To try to change ones gender will simply bring about more bad karma and further births in whichever body the living entity is trying to escape from in this life. This is known as reincarnation. The Bhagavad Gita Chapter8 verse 6 states: "Whatever state of being one remembers when he quits his body,
that state he will attain without fail". And now western society is attempting to "dump" the responsibility of accepting this abnormal behaviour onto schools. How very bizarre. What next? Changing skin colour? Changing species? Oh but teacher, now I want to become a BLACK female horse.
- Paul Tuffery


A good giggle, and as a (somewhat militant) atheist, a refreshing reminder that conservative Christianity doesn't have a monopoly on religion-fueled intolerance.

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Ro and I had our first experience of Salvia Divinorum on Sunday night. I'd been meaning to give it a go for quite some time, but there's always been something that's made me feel slightly uncomfortable about buying drugs legally. I don't know why, it's just not the sort of question you're used to asking a storeperson. "Can I have a bottle of milk, a loaf of bread, oh, and some hallucinogens please?". No, it's just wrong.

But I digress. So, the salvia.

Fuck, it came on fast, and fuck, it was intense. Ro apparently had a pretty pleasant experience - feeling like a bubble, floating on air, and such. Personally, I felt like the world was feeling sliced up by a million jagged, rusty razor blades. A few deep breaths though and it was over as quickly as it started.

I wasn't really expecting anything that full on, which panicked me slightly, probably resulting in the badness of the trip. I have probably enough left for another go this weekend, which should be better now that I know what I'm in for.

Interesting. And remarkably potent for the price. Further experimentation is required before any conclusions can be drawn.

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I just got my leave approved, and can now confirm (all going to plan) that I'll be up to Auckland to see Interpol and Sonic Youth from the 14th - 17th of February. I'm rather excited, but also slightly apprehensive about being in Auckland by myself with no accomodation or transport plans. Note to self: MUST NOT LEAVE ORGANISING UNTIL LAST MINUTE!

Again.. MUST NOT LEAVE ORGANISING UNTIL LAST MINUTE!

Anyone else going (besides the obvious)?

Oh, and P.S., I've now moved into Chez Homer for anyone who doesn't know. I believe a UN Report on the situation in Richaristan and Homertopia is currently being drafted.