:: Sunday, May 09, 2004
Graham N G Reynolds
aka SPOZ.. the beer athlete..
phew.. wot a wacky last few days (daze)
lets look back at the blow-by-blow replay...
afternoon to city centre - excessive and unnecessary CD spending spree - D12 / RADIOHEAD JAPANESE IMPORT / LAZARO's DOG / APOLLO 440.. downstairs to lunatic cross country train ride to the deep dark wastelands of the south (Hackam West) for a aimless n gibbering LAN HOOKUP vs BEER-A-THON.. roughly from the hours of 7PM to 6AM.. attempting in a somewhat clueless dyslexic fashion to connect 3-5 laptop PC's and 1 desktop PC to a network hub in the hopes of a 6 way massacre.. witness much confused pointing, gnashing, hooting and hollaring, clueless gawking at blue cables.. much drinking of beer, eating of chips and more confusion.. stupid noises with a random megaphone found "lying around".. lots of stupidity and confused futility with bodily dysfunction.. ritual cleansings of the accursed SASSAR worm from 1 offending laptop.. FINALLY success at the golden hour of 2AM.. those remaining - a 4-way massacre.. QUAKE 3 ARENA.. much furious mashing of keyboards, lunatic screaming and the sound of explosive weaponsfire.. the equivalence of placing both hands on a table whilst someone proceeds to bash the joints senseless with a large wooden meat tenderiser.. only more fun.. bloodthirsty geeks / beserker frenzies.. idiotic comical Itchy n Scratchy levels of ultraviolent carnage.. all over 6AM.. comatose..
waking up groggy and full of sand.. Morphettville Racecourse (no, I don't understand either), idiotic harebrained scheme to "get the kids into horseracing".. scene : "OAKS DAY" a tossed salad crowd of old codgers desperately clutching form guides and bettin' stubs, drunken fashion victims with oversized lunatic hats and tiny dresses, people of all ages except ours.. and, more confusing.. a feral mass of yoof culture.. there to see the "BRIBE", the live bands.. get the kiddies into horseracing.. "it's the pokies on horseback!!".. wondering in gibbering confusion "WOT KINDA FUCKED UP MAD FUCKS WOULD DREAM OF THIS?? horses AND live bands? won't SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!??" sneaking in thru the back entrance / free entry with the TESTEAGLES, loading equipment backstage and nose pickings.. witness AUGUST FALLS and ANGELIK hopelessly mashed into tiny advert break 15 minute sets.. barely 2 - 3 songs in before being turfed off stage by the next all important horse race.. Dylan Lewis about as confused as the rest of us introducing the next set.. only to be interrupted once more by another bucketload of hooves.. tiny ditdots in the distance.. rumbling.. the smell of grass, desperation, cheap scruffy hardcore gamblers.. and tiny tiny multicoloured jockeys.. the nonsense of it all.. finally congealing into something recogniseable at 6PM when TESTEAGLES finish them off... moshers coming out've NOWHERE.. bouncy bouncy castle vibes.. all over 7PM.. feels like 1AM.. brain way too confused at this point, the 2 lift-pluses drunken earlier in the day to sharpen the senses wearing thin..
quick stop-off at home.. quick shower, then jump the bus into city centre.. hadn't eaten since can't remember when.. perhaps the pizza n beer the night before.. flop into KFC.. scoff something anatomically improbable with crunchy crunchy skin.. wonder why they put mashed potato + gravy AND chips in a 3-piece-feed.. wondering why anyone would need THAT much starch.. maybe my digestive tract needed ironing.. found the chicken pieces STRANGELY edible for a change.. once eaten and a tiny moist towelette, shuffle to the NOSTRIL BEER GARDENS (R.I.P.) a somewhat flatulent acoustic send-off before it's closed for $30,000 worth of "soundproofing" just so those obnoxious fucks who mushroom sprouted JUST next door in the last few weeks can enjoy their yuppie-cone-of-silence.. wondering if the MABO indigenous rulings could be translated to use in cases of LIVE VENUES vs DICKHEAD SOUND-NAZI HOUSING DEVELOPMENTS.. 60dB at night? a TOILET FLUSHING is louder than that!!?? listen to KYLIE COWLING get drowned out by a chatty toilet flushing beer garden.. see CASTONETS get steadily more drunk n messy.. realise perhaps I'm drunk n messy too.. off to the CLOWN N SPANKER.. more beer.. more confusion.. more shiny lights and excessive facial hair.. much abuse of the english language.. upstairs, downstairs, flailing and stupid on the dancefloor.. loose grasp of the laws of gravity.. shouting at over eager coil heaters.. throwing silver at the vending machines.. more beer.. a gibbering talkative mess on the $6 latenight bus home.. get home, fire up the PC.. all drunk n stupid.. talking shit to anyone I find online.. 6AM, coma.. END..
that's about it I think..
no wonder my brain hurts today..
:: Spoz 4:59 PM |