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the arias are generally seen as a time when normal freethinking people with decent taste in music put aside 3 hours to mercilessly mock australia's most 'talented' douche bags. this year may be different however, if all goes to plan and my stormtroopers click on the shinny links, i will give you in a second, the best television of all time could come to fruition.

the lovely caitlin and declan are vying for the opportunity to grill our nations best and brightest musical leeches on the red carpet or the aria music awards. such questions may include:

cait gp

Q. you're on the red carpet and are trying to get the attention of the veronicas. how do you attract their attention and stand out from the crowd?
A. yell "i love you work".... they haven't heard that one in a while

OR

d wow

Q. keith urban has arrived on the red carpet. what is your first blog about him?

A. move over russel crowe and the 'ordinary fear of god'. it's new zealand's new favourite super musician.

it's what we have always wanted. so, make it a reality and vote for you new favourite journalists. declan here and caitlin here. if nothing else but to see their pretty faces on the telly. 

suicide's easy, what happened to the revolution?

stephen fry - the sydney opera house - 27th of july - 8pm

foals - manning bar - 28th of july - 8pm

the strokes - the hordern pavilion - 29th of july - 7pm

black rebel motor cycle club - the metro - 1st of august - 8pm

....going to be a big week of AWESOME! woop can't wait. now, i got to go practice my thrash dancing.

more than just a ship.

been a while since i had a serious squee about anything....been more in a winger mood. ha! but, that is all about to change. have been re re introduced to the wonderful show firefly and its movie prequel of wonder, serenity. the former is believe by most, if not all, internet nerds to be the best television show to be cut off before it had a real chance to fly. cancelled by the fox network, who we all know is known for its very 'high' standards and tv excellence, at the end of its 14 episode first season. scandalous!

a space western by joss whedon, the man that brought children of the 80s and 90s buffy the vampire slayer and her cheap knock-off brother angel, continued doing great work for the network only to have his heart ripped out and eaten by the hungry vampire himself rupert murdoch! not the cool vampire with the sexy leather pants, the really evil republican kind.

anywho, if you like sci-fi AND westerns then get your eyeballs glued to this show and its movie counterpart. it is like star wars but without that pesky 'force' thing. oh and fist fights, robbing trains and a psycho ninja ex-ballerina....what's not to love?

damn attractive indie kids!

initially i was just going to post about the cool new band i have discovered this week (blood red shoes, check em out they are really easy to like) but after having a little wander through their film clips and finding the one below, i've decided to change direction a bit. if you watch the video clip below you will notice the insane attractiveness of not only the bands members but the other kids involved. this level of indie attractiveness is really starting to piss me off.

now i've not usually got anything against exceedingly hott people, the ones that are my friends are disgustingly nice. still, my problem is with this kind of frakin hottie is their invasion of my eye-line. ALL THE BLOODY TIME! i remember a time when cool musicians, that play(ed) songs that i love, were different and usually had a face like a smashed crab. mick jagger, cool dude, ugly as all hell. aretha franklin, now she needed a lot of room to eat her chicken wings. even matthew bellamy, is a scrawny old man.

but all that seems to have changed, even in the last 5 years. indie kids have now gone from being weirdos with jeans that are far too tight for polite society to cool fashion forward people in the eyes of normal surf shop wearing folk. i started to wonder if this was actually a good thing about 6 months ago. i mean, it is time to question things when big w starts selling $20 skinny jeans. it seems now that anyone with a slightly baggy shirt and a pair of cons (converse) is as indie as pete doherty. buy a $600 pair of shoes, develop a cocaine addiction and hang out with kate moss and then i might allow you entry into the indie cool club.

this all leads me back to the good duo, blood red shoes, they make great music and look fucking shit awesome doing it so props to them. BUT the flip side of this is vanessa amorosi. her latest venture into the indie rock side of video hits pissses me off to no end! this is the woman that not 10 years ago told us to 'shine, shine on shine on'. her songwriting capabilites im afraid have not improved much over the last decade and she has returned to us as her real self. her REAL 'self' is now heavily tattooed and sporting fashion looks ripped straight from 'the satorialist'. eeewwww. making money off looks started by poor university students who spend all their centre link money on designer shoes and smack is just so tacky!

anyway, rant over. check this vid and the band out.

in loving memory of sasha.

so as many of you know my poor baby car was killed last year in a vicious encounter with a 1992 nissan proton. i am still going through my grieving process, as she was my very first car and i had lusted after her for months before we were officially 'going steady'. today i miss her even more because my new car, henry, has decided to be a real shit-head and die on me.

as i wait, not 200 metres from the site of sashas untimely demise, for the good people of the nrma to come and fix henry (he is racist btw) i can't help remember the good times sasha and i had together.

my most favourite of which would have to be the time we went, with caitlin, to victoria. oh the fun the 3 of us had together! speeding past the picturesque countryside, driving over 1000 kilometres on 2 hours of sleep, hanging out then sleeping in the back of her for 2 days after a tent/rain malfunction and finally pumping out some massive hives tunes in the longest car queue EVER!

i will always miss my first car love. she symbolises a time of my life when i made a rather large move and then met some of my very best friends. friends that i know i will have for life. cheers sasha, you were a good kid.

cool as kim deal

it seems that my awful trip home from sydney last sunday night has had more press than the actual reason i was up there in the first place. pixies were playing their doolittle tour. now for the people out there who don't know how massive it is that they are touring again please let me explain. pixies are an alternative band from the 80s and 90s who have influenced the post punk and indie rock movements that followed the bands messy break up. they are also credited by the great man that was kurt cobain himself as a major effect on him starting the band nirvana.

still, most of us figured after the famous 'hiatus' of the band following the notorious bust up between bassist kim deal and lead singer black francis. so this show was AMAZING in the fact that it even existed. but those oldies still know how to frakin' rock!

caitlin did put it best though, it is best if you just close your eyes. they were looking a bit old, but come on they are old. not that i think it matters because that night has rekindled my bazzar love for kim deal. she is easily the coolest chick (in a rock band) EVER! she was sporting an rather dykish haircut and a kd laing inspired outfit but even so, im back in love. forgot how good a singer she was as well, for shame.

i mean really, how many people can claim to have a dandy warhols AND flaming lips song written solely about them?

i love you, douglas adams.

now i always suspected my love for old english men would seep into this blog. alan rickman, stephen fry, jason isaacs and now douglas adams. i remember reading his best selling book 'the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy' when i was 15 and being completely confused by his style of writing yet, the characters were mesmerising in their eccentric complexity. '42' as the answer to life, the universe and everything spoke to me even in my teenage years. the idea that the answer isn't always important but rather, knowing how to ask the right question is sometimes more relevant and revealing in the quest to understand the world i lived in resonated strongly.

all this though was very quickly forgotten in a haze of teenage angst, physie and my near on obsession with the x-files. i didn't actually read any other books in the series by adams until last year. this brings me to the point of this post. the master of words, douglas adams died in 2001 at the age of 49 from a sudden heart attack. in his absence his wife, agent and friends decided to put together a collection of his essays, letters and a his last partially finished novel into a single book.

'the salmon of doubt', is a collection of works from a writer who, although he hadn't been a novelist in the past few years of his life, never gave up writing. i began reading this book last week, after it sat on my bedside table for 3 months, at caitlin's insistence. semi-autobiographical, social observations and the psychological are mixed with childhood stories and a guide to making the perfect cup of tea. you learn not just about the man that was douglas adams and the experiences that made up such a great author, but you also learn through his witty writing that you aren't alone in the universe.

this is a great gift that he gives his readers, a gift that the world now is forced to live without. but this book gives us one more chance to learn something new about the world through the words of adams. that is no small thing. he will be missed.

aunty michelle has a brand new play thing

so to be perfectly honest i think this whole blog thing is mad. then again im already on facebook and twitter....as eleanor would put it how can i put up anymore narcissistic shit? seems its pretty easy.

last night i quickly discovered that writing stuff down that pisses me off is actually really cathartic. felt much better about my shit arse life. well slightly less stabby, gota start somewhere.

not much to write about today, sad really that i've already run out of stuff to say BUT have to give super props to the wonderfully talented caitlin! she is the wizard of banners and responsible for my pretty one, thank you so much mate. love it!

oh, i've also decided that sheldon cooper is possibly the best wing man EVER! even better than barney. big call, big call.

god i miss you my smokey friend!

i really miss smoking!

not especially earth shattering but when one is drunk one dreams of being as cool as the likes of carey grant, kate moss and julian casablancas! oh n stir-fry! don't forget stir-fry.

i have taken up this blog at the persistence of caitlin and my propencity to crumble under the smallest amount of peer pressure....this is also why i'm now not afraid of charity shopping. though the latter worked out ok so, i have faith in my cool friends blogging ways!