Friday, January 30
This is the kind of email that the Forward Garden
was established for.
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Thursday, January 29
Well... more of a journal entry than anything else. I don't feel empassioned to write anything, but I have been asked by a few people to write something. What can I say. You love me.
BDO was nothing short of awesome. It never really crossed my mind how monumental seeing Metallica was, until halfway through their show. I've seen old skool video clips on Rage, and it never even crossed my mind that I would be seeing that right in front of me.
The production in the Boiler room blew me away, as always. Damn thats a great venue. About 40-50 MAC 800-2000s, two dual head Aurora full colour lasers, three greens, a bunch of colour wash fixtures I didn't recognise, and about thrity Matin Atomic strobes.
Fuck lasers are cool.
Managed to get the day off today, with going to Lismore to suss out houses in mind. Of course, the one small task I had to do for work happened to be in the middle of the day, so going to Lismore didn't quite work. Ah well, I'll just have to trust that the lads find a decent place.
Had a decent length chat with Lilah last night, for the first time in ages. I called her early January, but she was at Stamping Ground and couldn't talk. She said she would call me when she got back to Coffs. So eventually she calls... I just happened to be at Big Day Out where I couldn't hear a freakin thing and was waiting for the headline act to start. Worst possible time. Heh... Wasn't meant to be. But I hate thinking that about Lilah.
Typical that the longest paragraph is about a girl. Heh.
Tuesday, January 20
BDO tix are bought. Phew... Thought I wasn't going to make it for a while there.
I've had an excellent few days... But I should start at the beginning.
All I remember was how warm it was, all curled up in the dark. Then there was changes... Where I was would shrink, and push at me. I heard screaming, but it sounded muffled. Suddenly it was cold, and bright. My eyes hurt and I started crying.
Wait... Not that beginning.
Last weekend was the Hothouse parties with Shannon Noll. Idol worship- ugh. People were collapsing in the crowd from heat exhaustion, just because they wanted to be close to a farm boy with a decent singing voice, who has been on TV a few times. Halfway through the night by job changed from lighting guy to damage control officer.
I suppose I can't talk, I've succumbed to celebrity adoration once or twice. My excuses are probably the same as the kids from the Hothouse.
Then Sunday. Sunday was magnificent. I don't know how to describe it. It is just so fulfilling, relaxing, invigorating, just so right to hold someone close to you, to wake up with your arms around each other.
(N.B... Pok got some! *jigs*)
All this, plus work on Monday followed by console gaming with Dave until 2AM... It's starting to add up. I feel weary, and need to be rested for the BDO. I doubt I will be, though.
Friday, January 16
Trust Dave to come up with a nifty idea.
I'm off to the Big Day Out, but in Sydney. He's selling his Gold Coast ticket. WooT WooT WooT!
Dave said "I have to see Metallica once before I die".
I say "I have to see Metallica once before they die".
Felix Da Housecat, Aphex Twin, Basement Jaxx, David Holmes... I don't think I'll be leaving the Boiler room. 'Cept for Metallica.
There is two good things about going to Sydney... Brett, Dave's mate, is going there as well; and The Dome. The boiler room venue ROCKS in Sydney.
I remember seeing Kraftwerk in Sydney last year. Phroar...
There was a massive rig in the Boiler room, which is a large dome. Huge amounts of light, hung around the whole room. Probably upwards of sixty moving heads, around the room, with at least 4 Mac 2000s around the stage. Huge amounts of light.
When Kraftwerk came on, they turned it all off. All of it. Several hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of gear, and they didn't use it.
Silence... A soft green glow emerges from the back of the stage. A huge air of expectation lies over the massive crowd... These people are waiting for their demi-gods to appear.
A stab of bright white light points to the side of the stage... A gaunt, bald man in a black featureless jumpsuit appears, and methodically, robotically walks across the stage, with the shaft of light following him. The crowd's soft murmuring swells to a massive, undulating roar. A small stand is set up on the left hand side of the stage, and he stands in front of it, alone, with nothing but a spot light and a green glow.
thank thank thank thank
The crowds roar, already massive, trebles, mixing with the simple pattern from the speakers.
Another shaft of light stabs out, and follows an identical man, walking in the same practical fashion. He takes his place near the first man, closer to the center, at an identical stand.
thank tsk thank tsk thank tsk thank tsk
People start to move, not dancing, but just moving. If dancing was made to spend a minimal amount of energy, this is what it would be called.
A third shaft of bright, white light... A third figure emerges, and without nonsense walks to a third stand.
thank tsk thank tsk ba waaam thank tsk thank tsk ba naaam
The atmosphere is heavy, intense... It is hard to breathe, not for lack of air but for the mug of adoration in the air. The crowd sways, jerking to the simple, melodic pattern.
A fourth shaft of light illuminates the path of a fourth, identical, bald, gaunt figure. He takes his place at his stand. The symmetry is complete. Four figures, four shafts of bright white light, four stands, four beats to a bar. One green glow.
thank tsk da-dut thank tsk da-dut ba waaam thank tsk da-dut thank tsk da dut ba naaam
The first figure leans forward, the only other motion ever seen in the whole stage. He puts his hand to the side of his face, as if whispering a deadly secret...
"We are the robots..."
The crowd goes nuts. The feeling of music reaches the ceiling, people forget themselves and do nothing but listen, and move as the music tells them to. The collective heart is in the collective mouth, and beating to the pattern from the stage.
"We are the robots..."
And then the screens start... The visuals. My god, the visuals.
Thursday, January 15
I had a thouroghly enjoyable ride to work today- in the pissing down rain. I'm not being sarcastic, I actually enjoy riding in the rain.
The recent rain has been great. It's been dry as heck for such a long time, and I hate that kind of weather. Give me a good Gothic storm anyday. Which the heavens granted me. While I was driving back from Brisbane. Anyway, since then it has been raining on and off. Last night it got fairly heavy again at around 4am, and kept going most of the morning.
So I got to the office, only to find- Whoops. Flood.
Nothing major, but puddles of water all over the floor when there is delicate, expensive and vulnerable electrical equipment around is Double Plus Un Good. So this morning was spent (with wet shoes) mopping and brushing. And all day there has been one of our smoke fans clacking away in front of my desk drying the carpet. urgh.
I want to go see Evanescence again. That was cool.
Hopefully, if all goes well, this Hothouse will be memorable. Go Shannon! ;)
Shite. Gold Coast Big Day Out has sold out.
fark... Well, there goes this weekends Grand Plan.
I'll have to see what Dave says. They are selling 1000 more, but only at the venue, on the day before the event. I'm working.
I'll have to find some other way to keep myself amused then...
Monday, January 12
Brisbane was fucking excellent.
The concert was awesome... Amy-Lee has an exceptional voice, and it carries perfectly into live work. Not an exceptional light show (six Cyberlight Turbos, six Stuido Spot 575 moving head profiles, six Studio Colour washes, 2 2k followspots, about 30 56s) but it sufficed.
The first support band, Full Cycle rocked. I recognised their opening number, I'm sure I've heard it on the J's. I liked it then too. ("this party is political activity...")
Fingers 11, the international support, were mediocore... They were trying too hard to be Disturbed. The irony there is apt.
Evanescence started out with Haunted, then another number or two until an electric piano was bought on stage for Imaginary. When was sitting at the piano, and then hit the intro notes for Bring Me To Life, the crowd went nuts. Rightly so! Second best moment of the night. Other highlights were Tourniquet, and a cover of Zero by Smashing Pumpkins. The best was Whisper, appropriately the last song of the night. Hoopla!
A wig out just before the concert starting was seeing Josh. We were standing at the edge of the crowd when this voice from behind proclaims "Fuck OFF!", and turning around I see Josh, who I haven't talked to since August, and who I haven't seen since NYE 2001, or something. We spent most of the concert looking for Ben, who we didn't know, but assumed had confectionary. We found one, but the confectionary was in his hair. Anyway, Josh offered a place to stay, which was cool.
Me and Dave cruised to The Family (nightclub), because Maggot didn't have ID. Not as in didn't bring it, as in doesn't own any. How anyone can live (well) without ID I don't know.
The Family is an awesome nightclub. It's not just a room converted into a place to play music, it is designed as a place to get addled and walk around in circles. Apparently, there is a maze in there somewhere, but I was too busy getting enjoyably lost in the main part of the club.
Met up with Isaac and his mates in Byron pn the way home, as we did on the way up. Those lads are great. Campus life is where Isaac seems to fit, especially with those lads. He should be a black Irishman.
And Nimbin actually is all it's cracked up to be. You walk down the street and people offer you weed and cookies. We sat in the back verandah of the pub with a joint, drinkin schooners. Was a great way to dreg out.
I'm still amazed by that concert. I just wish teenieboppers could mosh.
"I run to you, I call your name, I see you there, further away..."
Tuesday, January 6
Pok is off to Brisbane on Saturday. Me and dave are doing the MC intensive overnighter. Hopefully catch up with Isaac in Byron on the way up, and hopefully pick up CD2 for Medal of Honour Allied Assault off his mate.
Then Evanescence. Woot woot!
Crashing at Dave's aunt's place. In Fortitude Valley... should be nice. Means we can go partying after the concert! Now I just need to find out where the good clubs are.
It looks like I might be able to catch up with Helen on Sunday, too. Haven't seen that girl for years.
Now, I just need to find a few hundred bucks to pay for all this...
Monday, January 5
The boss is going nuts over the next Hot House Party. We have Shannon Noll from Australian Idol coming, and he thinks it's the ducks nuts. Which it is, actually.
Brisbane is looking possible. I hope I can take the car... Or even go with Dave, with his car. I do NOT want to spend eight hours on a bus.
Saturday, January 3
I was bored... I wanted to get out of the house, I wanted to socialise. I wanted to lavish my attention on someone.
I talked to her, oh-so-briefly, and realised it's not force of habit.
I miss her terribly.
Oh cruel fate! Why do you mock me?
Had a fun night on the net tonight. Chatted with Sarah about when I am attracted to people and with Sasha about sex with electric eels, and hentai.
Sarah asked the obvious question of 'Anyone in particular?' and I kinda stopped short... A while ago I would have given a name straight away (or at least had a name to give) and even more recently I would have been able to mention more than one. But now, I'm not so sure. I think having no contact whatsoever with any of the girls I have been attracted to has really dulled their appeal. There is still one who I think about, but that may just be force of habit.
I need to meet more people.
Also went blog link surfing, starting at the Guardian's Weblog Awards
and ending up reading about people setting records for finishing Doom I
levels., via a Young Ones FAQ.
Sucking up to my mother immensely. I packed our new fridge today, and washed the floor where the old one stood. I did the dishes, without even being asked (horror shock) and plan to do her washing tomorrow. It's so obvious, but hopefully it works.
I want to take her car to Brisbane.
Wish me luck!
Thursday, January 1
I should have said yes... I should have knocked on the door...
But I was happy, watching people. Contact with others is optional.
I bought in the New Year dancing, looking over a crowd of people. I was with friends, but of the distant kind... Not my mates. Friends. Some wanted to be mates, but I let that slide... I was happy, watching people.
May the new year bring more opportunities, and less of them missed opportunites.
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