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Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Sunday, 23 March 2008
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
septicemia.
My best friend Grant and I have been friends since we were the tiniest of kids. It seemed only fitting then that he should be present for my latest tattoo, the tenth one. He had been wanting a tattoo for ages, but had a fear of needles and pain in general, so I was quite chuffed when he agreed to get a tattoo at the same time, an identical tri-looped key.
The tattooing went fine on both accounts, and we were both happy with the work that my local, Steve, had done on us. Very quickly mine had turned into a hot, dull ache, but I've had so many tattoos that I can't remember if that's how they all felt or not. I thought perhaps I was just being a pussy, because Grant's wasn't red or hot, and he claimed it was not aching at all. I decided that I was perhaps just losing my threshold or that the skin on my forearm was not as pain resistant, and ignored it. I felt sick during the day, but didn't make any connection.
The next day, my tattoo was swollen. Again, I couldn't remember if this was normal. Grant and his friend Sonya commented on how much more red it was, and I agreed, but we didn't pay much attention. I have sensitive skin, so I played it down to that. While shamelessly watching the Jackass movie on TV, I drew a line around my redness to keep an eye on the spreading.
The morning after that, Monday, I woke up to find my tattoo still red, and blurring over the lines a little. While Sonya was at a job interview, Grant and I decided to go visit my tattoo parlour and suss out what was going on.
Steve's son, the apprentice, Luke, was there. (Which is lucky, because he's had blood poisoning before) He seemed slightly concerned. He told me to keep a close eye on it, that it didn't look happy and might be infected. Worst case scenario, I could lose my tattoo. I was under orders to go to a doctor immediately if it spread any further or if it didn't change at all within the next 48 hours. That night, slightly freaked out, I texted him saying it was still killer sore, not as red, but I was having mild fevers. He said to see a doctor before the day was out if there was no change. I hightailed it to my local emergency room and they've filled me up with antibiotics. If its looking red again in two days time, I have to come back immediately. While I'm sure I caught it in time and that this is indeed the best case scenario (save for having a completely normal tattoo) I can't help but be a little terrified at the idea of either having my tattoo hacked out due to infection, or losing my entire forearm because of septicemia. It definitely put a more serious label on the entire practice of tattooing for me, and I'll think long and hard before I get my next one... in a few weeks time. :)
The tattooing went fine on both accounts, and we were both happy with the work that my local, Steve, had done on us. Very quickly mine had turned into a hot, dull ache, but I've had so many tattoos that I can't remember if that's how they all felt or not. I thought perhaps I was just being a pussy, because Grant's wasn't red or hot, and he claimed it was not aching at all. I decided that I was perhaps just losing my threshold or that the skin on my forearm was not as pain resistant, and ignored it. I felt sick during the day, but didn't make any connection.
The next day, my tattoo was swollen. Again, I couldn't remember if this was normal. Grant and his friend Sonya commented on how much more red it was, and I agreed, but we didn't pay much attention. I have sensitive skin, so I played it down to that. While shamelessly watching the Jackass movie on TV, I drew a line around my redness to keep an eye on the spreading.
The morning after that, Monday, I woke up to find my tattoo still red, and blurring over the lines a little. While Sonya was at a job interview, Grant and I decided to go visit my tattoo parlour and suss out what was going on.
Steve's son, the apprentice, Luke, was there. (Which is lucky, because he's had blood poisoning before) He seemed slightly concerned. He told me to keep a close eye on it, that it didn't look happy and might be infected. Worst case scenario, I could lose my tattoo. I was under orders to go to a doctor immediately if it spread any further or if it didn't change at all within the next 48 hours. That night, slightly freaked out, I texted him saying it was still killer sore, not as red, but I was having mild fevers. He said to see a doctor before the day was out if there was no change. I hightailed it to my local emergency room and they've filled me up with antibiotics. If its looking red again in two days time, I have to come back immediately. While I'm sure I caught it in time and that this is indeed the best case scenario (save for having a completely normal tattoo) I can't help but be a little terrified at the idea of either having my tattoo hacked out due to infection, or losing my entire forearm because of septicemia. It definitely put a more serious label on the entire practice of tattooing for me, and I'll think long and hard before I get my next one... in a few weeks time. :)
Sunday, 6 January 2008
begin again.
So it's the start of another year, and the first anniversary of this wee blog. I think it is the first time I've kept the one blog for so long, I usually get fickle, decide it needs a revamp and a new URL and completely abandon it three weeks after signing up. Not so this time! I'm glad I can look through my posts and see how my year went. It was, despite its ups and downs, a pretty good one.
New Year's Eve was interesting; I went out with my dear friends Tammy and Skaidris, and was joined by Adam, Rick, and John, and later, Christian and Ross. We started off at Fitzroy Gardens, and sat on the lawn listening to some house party pump Justice and Wolfmother remixes really loudly while drinking vodka out of plastic cups. Classy. Needless to say, I did not get drunk again after my pre-Christmas vomit fest - I took one sip of a beer and had to pass it back to Tammy instantly, and I limited my cups of lemonade and vodka to 2 over the entire night. I'm fairly sure Ross was tanked because he was being very nice to me, except after he decided to accuse me of infidelity (I think he was bothered that I kissed Adam after the countdown?) then things went fairly sour. After Skaidris injured his ankle play-fighting with Tammy and limped home with John, Rick, Adam and Tammy went AWOL and left Ross, Christian and I to our own devices. We went to a party over the road that nobody knew who owned but all seemed to be invited anyway, and we sat on the side of Alexandra Parade for a long time on really hot tarmac while most of Ross' friends proceeded to buzz around on acid. At this point I had decided that I was not 15 anymore and was fairly over being around people who wanted to live their lives this way, and decided to go back to the park to find Tammy. I got a call from Skaidris around this time that Tammy was missing, and I proceeded to run around Fitzroy Gardens for 15 minutes looking for Tammy in a sea of a thousand people. I gave up shortly afterwards and decided after a small fight with Ross about how I was being "anti-social" to go home in a taxi. I'm pretty sure he stayed out all night walking around with acid-trippers and having a generally amusing time. I must be getting old or boring or something, because after midnight I was just so past it and so irritated with everyone's trashed behaviour that I just wanted to go home. Sigh.
On a better note, I did finally get my Christmas present from Ross, and it is a most beauteous thing;
It's based on a piece by Yosuke Ueno, and its obviously a Nintendo send-up. I love it so dearly, I cannot begin to express. I changed the design from the original painting a little, it had a slightly different controller (perhaps the Japanese NES controller?) so I changed it to more closely resemble the NES we had as kids. Oh, I love it! Okay, I'll stop getting excited now.
Also this year, (hah, I love saying that like its epic, its only been 6 days) Ross and I are finally moving out together. After Ross had a pretty nasty fight with my mum that ended up involving me too, I stormed out for three days and stayed at his house, where we decided that I could no longer live there and I wanted to move out. Mum also rang me and told me she was moving out, and I can't afford our house rent alone, so it only seemed logical. We're looking and applying for places as we speak! I'm so excited that I finally get to live with my boo. I just hope it all works out financially and emotionally, for everyone involved.
New Year's Eve was interesting; I went out with my dear friends Tammy and Skaidris, and was joined by Adam, Rick, and John, and later, Christian and Ross. We started off at Fitzroy Gardens, and sat on the lawn listening to some house party pump Justice and Wolfmother remixes really loudly while drinking vodka out of plastic cups. Classy. Needless to say, I did not get drunk again after my pre-Christmas vomit fest - I took one sip of a beer and had to pass it back to Tammy instantly, and I limited my cups of lemonade and vodka to 2 over the entire night. I'm fairly sure Ross was tanked because he was being very nice to me, except after he decided to accuse me of infidelity (I think he was bothered that I kissed Adam after the countdown?) then things went fairly sour. After Skaidris injured his ankle play-fighting with Tammy and limped home with John, Rick, Adam and Tammy went AWOL and left Ross, Christian and I to our own devices. We went to a party over the road that nobody knew who owned but all seemed to be invited anyway, and we sat on the side of Alexandra Parade for a long time on really hot tarmac while most of Ross' friends proceeded to buzz around on acid. At this point I had decided that I was not 15 anymore and was fairly over being around people who wanted to live their lives this way, and decided to go back to the park to find Tammy. I got a call from Skaidris around this time that Tammy was missing, and I proceeded to run around Fitzroy Gardens for 15 minutes looking for Tammy in a sea of a thousand people. I gave up shortly afterwards and decided after a small fight with Ross about how I was being "anti-social" to go home in a taxi. I'm pretty sure he stayed out all night walking around with acid-trippers and having a generally amusing time. I must be getting old or boring or something, because after midnight I was just so past it and so irritated with everyone's trashed behaviour that I just wanted to go home. Sigh.
On a better note, I did finally get my Christmas present from Ross, and it is a most beauteous thing;
It's based on a piece by Yosuke Ueno, and its obviously a Nintendo send-up. I love it so dearly, I cannot begin to express. I changed the design from the original painting a little, it had a slightly different controller (perhaps the Japanese NES controller?) so I changed it to more closely resemble the NES we had as kids. Oh, I love it! Okay, I'll stop getting excited now.
Also this year, (hah, I love saying that like its epic, its only been 6 days) Ross and I are finally moving out together. After Ross had a pretty nasty fight with my mum that ended up involving me too, I stormed out for three days and stayed at his house, where we decided that I could no longer live there and I wanted to move out. Mum also rang me and told me she was moving out, and I can't afford our house rent alone, so it only seemed logical. We're looking and applying for places as we speak! I'm so excited that I finally get to live with my boo. I just hope it all works out financially and emotionally, for everyone involved.
Friday, 28 December 2007
Ho, ho, ho
Christmas is a commercial crock of shit. I only look forward to it so I can eat a lot of chocolate and be with my family, and I realised that this year when my poor Mum got horribly sick and was unable to attend the night's celebrations at my brother's house out in Sunbury. Dad, Ross, Beatrix and I made the pilgrimage at about 4pm without her, and it slightly dampened the mood. I did, however, kick Ross' arse playing Playstation 2, and we did have a pretty good time spending the night out there. The first part of the day was spent with Ross' family, and that actually was fun. We had seafood (yes, for breakfast, all of us were shocked and I think slightly appalled) including oysters, what looked like a pile of seafood extender and an entire lobster. Lobster. Yes, lobster. I have to keep repeating it because I barely believe it myself.
Bea got horribly spoiled as usual and tallied the day with; a Peppa Pig DVD, a Littlest Pet Shop/Polly Pocket fold-up thingy which she won't stop playing with, A Finding Nemo bucket/spade set, a huge Wiggles pirate ship complete with Wags the Dog, Henry the Octopus, Captain Feathersword and Dorothy the Dinosaur figurines, a inflatable Boohbah that dances to its own scary cult music, a Peppa Pig backpack, a dress, some Lego, "Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late!" by Mo Willems, a Cabbage Patch doll, a Fisher Price "Little People" set, cooking stuff for her kitchen, some Mr. Men books, another dress, and a picnic set.
I scored a book about celebrities and their tattoos, and another about the history of Tintin, a copy of Super Mario Galaxy for my Nintendo Wii, a DVD copy of Justin Timberlake's FutureSex/LoveShow live which I almost suspect was bought with my mother's viewing in mind, a set of tiny bottles of Absolut which almost made me cry after my poisoning episode (see below), a Super Grover t-shirt, a photo frame with a picture of Beatrix in it and a voucher from the Daddy bear for my next tattoo.
So Christmas came and went as usual, however the event was slightly overshadowed by the fact that I had gotten horribly drunk two nights before when Kristian, Ross and I went to see This War play but ended up seeing Zebras Can't Be Tigers for 2 bucks in a room the size of my bathroom and there was no space to stand or sit or move and Kristian kept buying me beer and tequila shots and some Mother Fuckers, and I slightly poisoned my liver yet again. I somehow acquired an English accent and started coming onto everybody, and then told the taxi to drop me somewhere that I thought was my house but turned out not to be. I walked home by myself down a major road completely pissed, throwing up on myself, and had to hold onto people's fences so I wouldn't walk on the road. I recited my house number to myself to make sure I didn't forget where I lived. I nearly walked onto the freeway but my mother came and rescued me when she realised I didn't know where I was or how to get home. I did not go to the hospital, friends, but oh how I wish I had. I proceeded to purge my stomach for 14 hours, went through 6 showers, about 11 cold sweats and 17 moaning full-body stabbing pain episodes. I did not spend Christmas with a cold beer in my hand as I had hoped, we even came home with the bottles of gin and Baileys Irish Cream that we had taken to Sunbury untouched and sealed.
Merry Christmas, you bastards.
Friday, 14 December 2007
NEVEREVERLAND @ Sidney Myer Music Bowl
So last night was the event that Sarah and I have been waiting 10 years for; Daft Punk live. Here! In Australia! IN OUR VERY OWN CITY! I got so excited waiting for Sarah to arrive at my house that at about 2pm that I took two Valium so I'd stop getting the jitters.
We rocked up at about 5.15 and were surprised that the grass area of Sidney Myer Music Bowl was virtually empty (save for some freaks pinned against the barricade) so we had ample time to scope out where the loos were, where we could get beers, and most importantly, where the merch stand was. Sarah and I have bad merchandise luck; we always leave it til last and end up with either ugly designs or
oversized/undersized wardrobe disasters. Not so this time! The line was virtually non-existent and we scored matching black and pink tour t-shirts (rather fetching).
Muscles did his set at around 5.45, and it was pretty awesome, save for the fact that only about three people danced, it wasn't dark enough yet, he didn't play "My Friend Richard" and Sarah and I were too lazy to stand so we got some Jagermeisters and sat on the lawn using our free robot masks as fans to ward off the hideous heat. Wescoped out weirdos while the Modular DJs did their set; there was someone dressed as a skeleton from the Around The World video, a crowd of people wearing tin-foil hats, some nuts dressed as the blue Power Ranger (complete with lycra suit and mask) and a whole hoard of women that seemed to think you could wear 1980's fluro swimsuits as singlets with high waisted shorts to top the look off. No, ladies. No.
Cut Copy played a sweet set, a little too much new album stuff, but generally good. The frontman was giving his keyboard a nice manic hammering; its always good to have something to giggle about when you're excitable as hell, full of Red Bull and uncomfortable and stuffy from impending melanomas. It says on my set list that Bang Gang DJs performed, and I have no recollection of this. Perhaps it was when we went to pee? God knows. I do remember loudly complaining and muttering "PRESETS" under my lungs while some filler music was playing, so perhaps that was it. If so, it was highly forgettable (apologies, I have some of your CDs!) and long-winded. At around 7...something, The Presets rocked the shit and threw in some new stuff, much to my excitement. We had gotten a pretty awesome spot by then, about three people back from the barricade, and up the incline a little so we could see the stage. The crowd had started to pack in tighter, and this was the time that Kiku decided to ring me.
Allow me to explain.
I got an email about 3 days before the concert from the Modular record label (who manages The Presets, Muscles, Cut Copy, New Young Pony Club, Klaxons etc) asking for a round-up of any fans who'd be going to any of the Australian Daft Punk shows. They only wanted the crazies, the ones who dress as robots (or Power Rangers, as it seems) the life-long fans and the ones that were gonna completely lose their shit when the gig started. They wanted to make a film about Daft Punk's fans, and wanted you to write a nice little paragraph about why you should be involved and why you were a massive fan. I skipped all that and sent a JPG of my Daft Punk tattoo with a "here you go". The next day I got an email asking for my contact number; I was in! They asked if they could maybe meet up earlier to film my room if it was interesting; I said it sucked arse, gave them my mobile number and that I'd just meet them at the Thursday gig.
When Kiku rang I could hear only the sweet beat of "Are You The One?" blasting down my receiver. I told him I couldn't hear him about 4 times, and managed to hear the words "text you", so I hung up and waited for his text. He said he'd meet and film me at the Jager tent after the Presets; at 8:30. I agreed. Near the end of the Presets' set, we started to make our way out of the crowd in case it was going to take a while. Sarah was a little bummed that we were losing our prime viewing spot, and I said I'd ask Kiku if we could possibly get some VIP passes to a better location. As we emerged from the crowd, the Presets did their closer; "I Go Hard, I Go Home", my favourite track! I was a little bummed - I could still see it, just not dance in the crowd like a mad cunt.
After a few minutes of crowd settling, Kiku rocked up with a camera and a tripod, approaching me with a nod at my tattoo, smiling and saying "There could only be one, right?"
He set up the camera and decided to film my ink before asking me some questions. People were staring and gathering around, wondering why the fuck a guy was filming my arm. "Oh, hey, that's awesome!" was the general response, or "Can I be in the film?" with a gesture to some rub-on Jagermeister tattoos from inside the tent. Then two Italian stallion types put their arms around me, and started hosting what appeared to be some sort of Jager induced game show segment, in which I was apparently called Rachel, and then they demanded that Melbourne "get off their arses" and "jump through the camera" to come see Daft Punk. I said I was most offended that I had been given a shite name like Rachel and they pushed off. Kiku asked me a string of questions which I can't really remember, I do remember answering "So what is Nevereverland?" with "It's a concert,"(oh God) and "What do you think they really look like under the helmets?" with "Probably fat, balding and unattractive," (I'm sorry, robots) and "SO are you an obsessive fan?" with "Well, I'm not one of those freakos who dresses up..." (You have a PERMANENT tattoo, get a grip lady...)
All in all I'm pretty sure I humiliated myself, and you'll all be able to see it @ modularpeople.com in about 2 weeks time. Sigh.
After I had asked Kiku for some passes and he said he'd see what he could do, thanked me for my time and said he'd catch up with me after Daft Punk's set to see what I thought, we made our way back into the mayhem to catch the last half of Kavinsky and Sebastian's set. He played "Ross Ross Ross" to which I giggled because how often does someone name a song and an album after your boyfriend (times three even, and I briefly considered buying Ross a t-shirt because of this) and counted down the minutes on the clock.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the people packed in hard, and a loud distortion pedal-esque sound emitted the air, and Sarah screamed so loudly in my ear that I thought I was going to explode. Then everything went dark. Then there was lights. Then the pyramid lit up. Then you could see the robots, waving. Clapping. Then I screamed the loudest I ever have in my entire life. Sarah squeezed my hand and I left nail-marks in hers. The air filled with the sound of robot voices chanting "HUMAN. ROBOT. HUMAN. ROBOT." I swear I nearly pissed my pants. I probably did and just assumed it was sweat later on. They broke into "Robot Rock" and the crowd went fucking INSANE. It turned into a mosh-pit and some girl singed me with her cigarette from dancing insanely. Everyone lost all inhibition and danced like 1980's raving losers. It was fantastic. I snatched some photos from Flickr and stuck them at the end of this post for reference, because I could only film video on my mobile phone, my stills were coming out completely white from the LEDs.
The Tron-esque grid on either side of the pyramid flashed rainbow and swirled and nearly gave me epilepsy. It was incredible. So much time and effort and design must have gone into the show, and let me tell you, it was worth the 130 bucks for Daft's set alone. It was the best damn show of my life! The finale was incredible (see the last photo) Thomas and Guy had red LEDs attached to the outside of their suits so you could see their silhouettes, it was fantastic. They mashed "One More Time", "Human After All" Thomas Bangalter's "Together" and "Music Sounds Better With You". The crowd went completely bonkers for the "Music Sounds Better" riff, and everybody was chanting the words to "One More Time". I nearly got crushed and I loved it.
After the finale, Sarah and I went back to the Jager tent to meet Kiku for the final consensus. He rocked up and fiddled about with his camera, then muttered something about having to get lights or change batteries and scuttled off without really explaining very much to Sarah and I. We lay on the grass and tried to breathe, and some French guy asked us if we wanted free sex. We said no, thanks, we couldn't walk properly, and how could we possibly have sex? He was like, "Joke...reality..." as if we didn't get it. Sarah took some photos of him and his drunken friends for him, and then we started walking down to the orchestra pit to find Kiku after I insisted he'd probably gone to snort some coke. Security got all up in our grills, and I said it was okay, we were waiting for the Modular guy to come film us. The security guard scoffed. I declared drunkenly and loudly "You'll see when he gets here!" and rang Kiku, telling him that security was making everyone leave. He sounded a little confused or dazed (its all that coke!) and asked if we were going to the after party. I said I couldn't walk and needed to go home and die. He said thanks and told me he'd email me some details. Sarah and I stumbled to 7-Eleven and got slurpees. I don't remember anything else except a guy on the train had a Beethoven t-shirt and I nearly ruined my free masks with slurpee goodness. Now, observe the Flickr viewing spree and be jealous;
I'm tired, I have to go to bed now. The end.
We rocked up at about 5.15 and were surprised that the grass area of Sidney Myer Music Bowl was virtually empty (save for some freaks pinned against the barricade) so we had ample time to scope out where the loos were, where we could get beers, and most importantly, where the merch stand was. Sarah and I have bad merchandise luck; we always leave it til last and end up with either ugly designs or
oversized/undersized wardrobe disasters. Not so this time! The line was virtually non-existent and we scored matching black and pink tour t-shirts (rather fetching).
Muscles did his set at around 5.45, and it was pretty awesome, save for the fact that only about three people danced, it wasn't dark enough yet, he didn't play "My Friend Richard" and Sarah and I were too lazy to stand so we got some Jagermeisters and sat on the lawn using our free robot masks as fans to ward off the hideous heat. Wescoped out weirdos while the Modular DJs did their set; there was someone dressed as a skeleton from the Around The World video, a crowd of people wearing tin-foil hats, some nuts dressed as the blue Power Ranger (complete with lycra suit and mask) and a whole hoard of women that seemed to think you could wear 1980's fluro swimsuits as singlets with high waisted shorts to top the look off. No, ladies. No.
Cut Copy played a sweet set, a little too much new album stuff, but generally good. The frontman was giving his keyboard a nice manic hammering; its always good to have something to giggle about when you're excitable as hell, full of Red Bull and uncomfortable and stuffy from impending melanomas. It says on my set list that Bang Gang DJs performed, and I have no recollection of this. Perhaps it was when we went to pee? God knows. I do remember loudly complaining and muttering "PRESETS" under my lungs while some filler music was playing, so perhaps that was it. If so, it was highly forgettable (apologies, I have some of your CDs!) and long-winded. At around 7...something, The Presets rocked the shit and threw in some new stuff, much to my excitement. We had gotten a pretty awesome spot by then, about three people back from the barricade, and up the incline a little so we could see the stage. The crowd had started to pack in tighter, and this was the time that Kiku decided to ring me.
Allow me to explain.
I got an email about 3 days before the concert from the Modular record label (who manages The Presets, Muscles, Cut Copy, New Young Pony Club, Klaxons etc) asking for a round-up of any fans who'd be going to any of the Australian Daft Punk shows. They only wanted the crazies, the ones who dress as robots (or Power Rangers, as it seems) the life-long fans and the ones that were gonna completely lose their shit when the gig started. They wanted to make a film about Daft Punk's fans, and wanted you to write a nice little paragraph about why you should be involved and why you were a massive fan. I skipped all that and sent a JPG of my Daft Punk tattoo with a "here you go". The next day I got an email asking for my contact number; I was in! They asked if they could maybe meet up earlier to film my room if it was interesting; I said it sucked arse, gave them my mobile number and that I'd just meet them at the Thursday gig.
When Kiku rang I could hear only the sweet beat of "Are You The One?" blasting down my receiver. I told him I couldn't hear him about 4 times, and managed to hear the words "text you", so I hung up and waited for his text. He said he'd meet and film me at the Jager tent after the Presets; at 8:30. I agreed. Near the end of the Presets' set, we started to make our way out of the crowd in case it was going to take a while. Sarah was a little bummed that we were losing our prime viewing spot, and I said I'd ask Kiku if we could possibly get some VIP passes to a better location. As we emerged from the crowd, the Presets did their closer; "I Go Hard, I Go Home", my favourite track! I was a little bummed - I could still see it, just not dance in the crowd like a mad cunt.
After a few minutes of crowd settling, Kiku rocked up with a camera and a tripod, approaching me with a nod at my tattoo, smiling and saying "There could only be one, right?"
He set up the camera and decided to film my ink before asking me some questions. People were staring and gathering around, wondering why the fuck a guy was filming my arm. "Oh, hey, that's awesome!" was the general response, or "Can I be in the film?" with a gesture to some rub-on Jagermeister tattoos from inside the tent. Then two Italian stallion types put their arms around me, and started hosting what appeared to be some sort of Jager induced game show segment, in which I was apparently called Rachel, and then they demanded that Melbourne "get off their arses" and "jump through the camera" to come see Daft Punk. I said I was most offended that I had been given a shite name like Rachel and they pushed off. Kiku asked me a string of questions which I can't really remember, I do remember answering "So what is Nevereverland?" with "It's a concert,"(oh God) and "What do you think they really look like under the helmets?" with "Probably fat, balding and unattractive," (I'm sorry, robots) and "SO are you an obsessive fan?" with "Well, I'm not one of those freakos who dresses up..." (You have a PERMANENT tattoo, get a grip lady...)
All in all I'm pretty sure I humiliated myself, and you'll all be able to see it @ modularpeople.com in about 2 weeks time. Sigh.
After I had asked Kiku for some passes and he said he'd see what he could do, thanked me for my time and said he'd catch up with me after Daft Punk's set to see what I thought, we made our way back into the mayhem to catch the last half of Kavinsky and Sebastian's set. He played "Ross Ross Ross" to which I giggled because how often does someone name a song and an album after your boyfriend (times three even, and I briefly considered buying Ross a t-shirt because of this) and counted down the minutes on the clock.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the people packed in hard, and a loud distortion pedal-esque sound emitted the air, and Sarah screamed so loudly in my ear that I thought I was going to explode. Then everything went dark. Then there was lights. Then the pyramid lit up. Then you could see the robots, waving. Clapping. Then I screamed the loudest I ever have in my entire life. Sarah squeezed my hand and I left nail-marks in hers. The air filled with the sound of robot voices chanting "HUMAN. ROBOT. HUMAN. ROBOT." I swear I nearly pissed my pants. I probably did and just assumed it was sweat later on. They broke into "Robot Rock" and the crowd went fucking INSANE. It turned into a mosh-pit and some girl singed me with her cigarette from dancing insanely. Everyone lost all inhibition and danced like 1980's raving losers. It was fantastic. I snatched some photos from Flickr and stuck them at the end of this post for reference, because I could only film video on my mobile phone, my stills were coming out completely white from the LEDs.
The Tron-esque grid on either side of the pyramid flashed rainbow and swirled and nearly gave me epilepsy. It was incredible. So much time and effort and design must have gone into the show, and let me tell you, it was worth the 130 bucks for Daft's set alone. It was the best damn show of my life! The finale was incredible (see the last photo) Thomas and Guy had red LEDs attached to the outside of their suits so you could see their silhouettes, it was fantastic. They mashed "One More Time", "Human After All" Thomas Bangalter's "Together" and "Music Sounds Better With You". The crowd went completely bonkers for the "Music Sounds Better" riff, and everybody was chanting the words to "One More Time". I nearly got crushed and I loved it.
After the finale, Sarah and I went back to the Jager tent to meet Kiku for the final consensus. He rocked up and fiddled about with his camera, then muttered something about having to get lights or change batteries and scuttled off without really explaining very much to Sarah and I. We lay on the grass and tried to breathe, and some French guy asked us if we wanted free sex. We said no, thanks, we couldn't walk properly, and how could we possibly have sex? He was like, "Joke...reality..." as if we didn't get it. Sarah took some photos of him and his drunken friends for him, and then we started walking down to the orchestra pit to find Kiku after I insisted he'd probably gone to snort some coke. Security got all up in our grills, and I said it was okay, we were waiting for the Modular guy to come film us. The security guard scoffed. I declared drunkenly and loudly "You'll see when he gets here!" and rang Kiku, telling him that security was making everyone leave. He sounded a little confused or dazed (its all that coke!) and asked if we were going to the after party. I said I couldn't walk and needed to go home and die. He said thanks and told me he'd email me some details. Sarah and I stumbled to 7-Eleven and got slurpees. I don't remember anything else except a guy on the train had a Beethoven t-shirt and I nearly ruined my free masks with slurpee goodness. Now, observe the Flickr viewing spree and be jealous;
I'm tired, I have to go to bed now. The end.
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
hair, babies, concerts, boys.
So there's stuff I haven't bothered updating on because I was waiting until I had complete stories or even paragraphs in which to share these details, so instead I shall brief you about the latest in point form;
• Ross went for surgery on his tonsils today and had 'em fished out due to 2 years of horrible infections and hospitalizations. As far as I've heard from his mum, besides the seering pain, he's doing fine and is pumped full of happy pethidine.
• My hairdressing interview with Mirella from BIBA Academy went well, although I'm fairly sure some wires were crossed or there was confusion, because after a very excited first interview telling me that she was certain she had the "perfect" place for me, I rocked up at a near replica to Versace mansion on Chapel Street, Windsor and was just completely confused as to why I would have been sent there. I am yet to go back to see her again for a second placement due to gross phlegm and the joyous bugs that come with sending your kid to a centre full of snotty tykes.
• The daddy-bear and I are going to see a relationship counselor in the next week to sort out our shit, because the only thing we can agree on at the moment is that we want to be with each other (which ain't all bad...)
• Miss Bea is completely in love with childcare, as I suspected she would be. Her speech has improved dramatically from being around kids all day, and she comes home happy to see her toys, her mama and just seems genuinely contented. Everybody wins!
(Except poor Daddy, who has a sore throat...)
• And finally, in 8 days its finally here; Daft Punk @ Nevereverland! Expect copious amounts of capital letters, most likely an arseload of blurry photos and general babbling this time next week.
• Ross went for surgery on his tonsils today and had 'em fished out due to 2 years of horrible infections and hospitalizations. As far as I've heard from his mum, besides the seering pain, he's doing fine and is pumped full of happy pethidine.
• My hairdressing interview with Mirella from BIBA Academy went well, although I'm fairly sure some wires were crossed or there was confusion, because after a very excited first interview telling me that she was certain she had the "perfect" place for me, I rocked up at a near replica to Versace mansion on Chapel Street, Windsor and was just completely confused as to why I would have been sent there. I am yet to go back to see her again for a second placement due to gross phlegm and the joyous bugs that come with sending your kid to a centre full of snotty tykes.
• The daddy-bear and I are going to see a relationship counselor in the next week to sort out our shit, because the only thing we can agree on at the moment is that we want to be with each other (which ain't all bad...)
• Miss Bea is completely in love with childcare, as I suspected she would be. Her speech has improved dramatically from being around kids all day, and she comes home happy to see her toys, her mama and just seems genuinely contented. Everybody wins!
(Except poor Daddy, who has a sore throat...)
• And finally, in 8 days its finally here; Daft Punk @ Nevereverland! Expect copious amounts of capital letters, most likely an arseload of blurry photos and general babbling this time next week.
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