Archive for February, 2009

Too much man, too much too much…

Posted in Uncategorized on 26/02/2009 by gayparis

Hello, chums…

Now, I’ve been out for the better part of the last week perusing the ‘best’ that the ‘alternative underground’ has to offer, rock wise.
The best isn’t good enough.
Why is it that every fat, lazy front person (even if they’re not fat, I’ll remember them as being spiritually obese, wheezing through the ether) has to shout out ‘Sydney!’ between or even during songs? Why are encores the status quo? When you can’t get the first forty five minutes right, does it not seem likely that the next fifteen minutes are going to dig you deeper into a hole that will soon be filled with praise from jerks who love you for your spiffy haircut and will forget your music the next time a sparkling ball of yarn rolls past?
Hell, I’m not just peeved with the performance angle, but as a mouthpiece for your best buddies (or business partners, I am not presuming that all bands operate under the blanket of love that we do – it’s cuddles and red wine every evening), shouldn’t these people be more careful about the neo-racist, homophobic tripe that they spout? Unless of course it turns out that each and every member of the band in question is an unrepentant bigot in which case, please confine your activites to internet chat rooms and Roman spas with your idiot friends.
Now, I understand that their is a market for bland and predictable music and that often this kind of thing is a stepping stone to something more soul pleasing; but there are also those audience members who will never look to the left and realize that there is more out there than mind numbing hooks and a pre-prescribed set of ‘dance’ moves.
Thank Joy, Genius and Hilarity that we got out of that pile of dung with our minds and bodies intact.

Yours in Brotherly Love,
W.H Monks

P.S.

Dillinger Escape Plan ruined my soul in the most pleasant way and Jaguar Love can play a house party in my forest shack any night of the week.

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Some more Dean

Posted in Uncategorized on 08/02/2009 by gayparis

Dean and Lehi didn’t sleep last night.. and at about 4pm on the drive home it took it’s toll.

Mainly on Dean:

Melbourne

Posted in Uncategorized on 07/02/2009 by gayparis

We made it to Melbourne. It’s the hottest place on the planet at the moment. We’ve enjoyed numerous beers, food and swims in pools. We almost ran out of petrol on the way here. It was a close one.

The Army Ant dudes are awesome. So are Nicole and Kimba.

We’re about to go to the Pony and load in for tonights show, which will be radical.

And there are a bunch of hilarious dean moments to be uploaded when we get the chance.
Just thought i’d come into the internet cafe to try and escape the heat!

Hope no one else is in such a hot place right now.
Much love,
Smokin D and the gays

Posted in Uncategorized on 03/02/2009 by gayparis

Well, cursed above and below the fairground mongrels have let it run to this and again, we get more of ol’ Fraidy Cat Podmore, always more wild and shirtless than the last you saw him.
Enjoy.

Posted in Uncategorized on 01/02/2009 by gayparis

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen – and what a foul day it is! Surely the mercury climbs towards thirty degrees C even as I ponder an eye opener just to get things moving before the lizards on the back porch make any serious decisions about subjugating their current oppressors (if you’ve seen the rat palace, then you’d know what I mean; remember that old nursery rhyme, the one that started with the line ‘Old rat king, sharper than a diamond ring’?).
Now, you’ve allowed me to become distracted, or possibly I should be blaming this ghastly heat.
On to the heart of the matter – we figured that you should see this, just to get your internal temperature to match what’s going on outside.