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It’s 2am

I should be asleep so that I can wake up tomorrow for school.

But fuck, this is just too good and random to wait.

Firstly, all the following is from the Bridezilla Wikipedia Page. And none was done by me. I have an account on wiki, and I really can’t understand Japanese.

More on that later.

Anyways…

Click to enlarge. Now focus on the six there. The reference, that is.

Now see this…

Okay, enlarge that picture. You see something strange? It links to my review of that concert six months ago, yet on Last.fm japan.

In short, I’m the author of a reference on Wikipedia, a place reserved for academic luminaries or band’s myspaces.

This is weird.

It starts tomorrow

The year of infinite sadness that is. It’s my HSC year. Oh God, help me.

Anyways, I’m getting used to  not having a keyboard and mouse around (technically, a way of forcing me into doing homework and study) and going on the computer with an egg-timer next to me!

I have fifteen minutes to go!

Anyways, things to come in the next few weeks, IN POINT FORM!

• Some decent Film Reviews
• Photo blogging/reviewing of my trip to Sydney FC v Melbourne Victory
• As above, yet on the awesome concert that was THE NATIONAL!
• More on my little endeavours through life.
• Overall, a more active blog, to keep me sane.

Also, the MASSIVE love for my Big Day Out post is both flattering and gratuitously accepted. Never had such a jump in views in my life! Thank you my visitors!

See y’all!

Interesting Observation

The red dot? When I wrote my article on the Big Day Out.

I’m going to review a lot more often now. Or something.

SIDENOTE: Anyone remember The Dot? That system Channel Seven used to keep its ratings high after the 2000 Olympics? Man, that was a weak attempt by them…

“Are you here visiting Australia?” “No, we’re just going to a Rock Festival…”

And so, a naïve pharmacist started what was set to be a big day, pun intended, at Big Day Out 2008. After all the dramas of buying tickets on-line at 4a.m., arguing with pedantic parents on my right to attend and a huge cancellation that came as unexpectedly as the death the day beforehand, I was on my way to what I hoped would be the first of many outings to what is an Australian institution.

Warning: Epic Post Follows…

The first victim of the HSC

And definitely not the last.

I will unfortunantely be cancelling my comic book standing order. It’s costing too much money, the pateince of the guys at my local comic shop has been put to the test for far too long and I just don’t have the time for comics anymore. All this is proven by the amount of comics I have laying around still to be read.

I know that I’ll definitely be wanting more comics after reading the ever-expanding pile that has to be read, but I thinks it’s best that I let that feeling mature until the end of 2008, when I don’t have to worry so much about my finances or time (I hope).

Oh, and I still have Trade Paperbacks to occupy my time! Hooray!

So much has happened since the eighth

And yet not a single bit of documentation.

Shame on me

This place is being fixed over big-time btw. Slowly introducing tags!

New York, I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down

I recently got the album Sound of Silver by LCD Soundsystem. It’s such a great, beat-driven, danceably-punky album. Really, for the most part, made of music you can just dance to.

Yet the last track, New York I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down, really does something to me. It’s very different to every other track: It isn’t stunningly built like or a crazy party track. It’s slow, conquered by vocalist/producer James Murphy’s crooning vocals, professing the ultimate love/hate relationship: one with your hometown.

In many ways, I feel the same about Sydney. Give the song a listen and you’ll know what I mean…

(the video is Fan-Made, btw)

Also, if your internet is being slow like mine: Here are the lyrics (:

Nostalgia Attacks!

A whole load of Pokemon and DragonBall Z cards hit me on the head the other day, as I went to open my wardrobe. Best taken as a sign that my wardrobe is a complete mess about to fall to the ground, but I took it as something much cooler. I took it as a sign that my childhood wanted a bit of interaction with who I am today.

Looking through the cards, I can’t help but feel all the memories flooding right back: going to Toys R Us for weekly “tournaments”, wearing my Ash Ketchum cap with pride, aiming to get mini badges that probably cost 50c a piece; spending all my allowance on booster packs; getting particularly excited when K-mart or Electronics Boutique had a card sale on; the joy of getting my first Charizard; waiting endlessly for Dragon Ball Z voice actors to sign my premium cards; buying folder after folder and box after to fit my ever expanding collection; entering “Kamehameha Blast-Off” competitions (probably my first theatrical experience) to win even more cards and action figures. Those were the days.

I’ll post a picture up of the cards soon. It’s funny, looking back at our childhood with such glee to those times, yet refusing to fully embrace it due to some sort of social barrier. I want to break that barrier.

The Tragedy That Is: Brian Wilson

Sydney Festival First Night was arguably the best way to start a month-long arts, music and culture festival in one of the worlds most vibrant cities. Practically, close off the most family-friendly areas of the CBD and hold a party, complete with gay-disco weddings, raves in Business Precincts and Huge Swing lessons around park fountains.

However, the ticketed “big” headliner proved to be one of the most depressing, life-draining moments in my short live-music-viewing history. A Music Luminary in his own right, Brian Wilson has a grand history as an innovator of pop music in the 60’s, through captaining The Beach Boys. What I saw on-stage at The Domain tonight, however, was a man in tatters. He sat there, emotionless, reading the most well-known non-Beatles lyrics off a teleprompter, banging at a keyboard and flailing his arms around as an entourage of incredibly skilled musicians filled in the wide and deep gaps.

I was told that he suffered a mental breakdown that he never truly recovered from some twenty years ago and, I believe, it clearly shows. It’s odd, seeing an artist and/or band age, especially one that’s not only a celebrity, but so connected to the history of an entire generation. Bob Dylan does so many key-and-lyrical changes in a performance the next thing he’ll be doing a duet with The Mars Volta. The Rolling Stones use a tried and tested formula so much that their recent works sound like filler off albums released decades ago. U2 have seemingly forgotten that they’re not the UN; The Sex Pistols ruin their classics for video games;whilst others are fighting off deaths to rekindle their lost fire. The major difference between them and Wilson, at least, is that they all still show signs of life.

Such is the nature of music’s, or just art in generals, evolution that the artist may never be seen again in the same light, even if they don’t die. I’ve only ever known a Brian Wilson like the one I saw today, and will grow up knwoing Paul McCartney as a boring guy going through a bitter divorce, Michael Jackson as a strange black-turned-white man who “likes” children, and Mick Jagger and Keith Richards as silly old men. This is not because I’m ignorant to their histroy or their place in the music world, but becasue this is what I’ve been presented with as thier characters during my lifetime, leaving me to wonder how they truely were back when they were younger and not at this state.

I wonder where and how we’ll see the big bands and artists of now when they have reached their veteran age? Only time will tell.