:: Friday, September 17, 2004
*YAWN* DEAD AGAIN?
living life precariously thru the vitality of the Adelaide live music scene is probably liable to send you to re-enacting scenes from FALLING DOWN (the ultimate dumb Michael Douglas hissyfit movie).. and if it wuzn't for something vaguely funny to watch on TV (hey hey! MTV MUSIC VIDEO AWARDS.. trash TV at it's finest.. yeeeHA!) then I'd probably be carrying a gym bag full of firearms looking to fuck shit up.. (hey, maybe take a few inner city apartment blocks down with some C-4 while I'm at it!) - hey.. kinda reminds me of the final scene of FIGHT CLUB!!
note: if, sometime in the near future.. I'm on criminal charges for anything resulting from these crazy hair-brained schemes listed above.. um.. *ahem*.. yeah, YOU DIDN'T READ ANYTHING HERE!! it wuz ALL SPUR of the MOMENT.. pleed insanity.. PLEED INSANITY!!
yeah, it was good for a month there.. people were just crawling out've hibernation and rediscovering a whole other world out there again.. the city wuz buzzin'.. spring wuz in the air.. the birds were singing, then choking and dying from all the car fumes.. yeah it was cool.. I got out.. I got deaf.. I got reaaally drunk.. HEY HEY! good times had by all.. :)
but.. just as things were gettin' interesting.. now, we've got fucken FOOTY FINALS.. and good 'ol Adelaide shuts down again for 2 weeks as every idiot is glued to their tv's hooting like team colour baboons.. and with a public transport system as fucked as it is here.. why leave ya home? mmmmm.. shiny shiny TV.. I think Stuckey had the best forward thinking shit going when he snagged that $5000 big screen plasma TV.. that crazy cat KNOWS the FUTURE maaan.. and it's aaaall indoors and climate controlled baaaby.. (yup, that Stuckey may not be an einstein with the book smarts.. but he's a freakin' GENIUS with the suburban planning..)
so.. where does that leave us chimps who don't devolve to scratchin' primates hooting idiot team songs, honking horns and dressing up their cats in blue black n white scarves?
well.. sure.. who CARES if there's footy finals.. if there's OTHER shit going on.. right.. riiiight? ..wait.. where'd everyone go?
yeah.. that's the problem.. everyone KNOWS it's footy finals.. so, any right minded venue or music act knows full well they ain't gonna pull shit of a crowd here in Adelaide.. so.. it aaall shuts down.. it's either our way.. or the highway (to Melbourne? hahahaha.. it's probably worse there ;) )
so.. when it's not "if ya can't beat 'em / join 'em" and I too join the baboon brigade.. I'll be here watching the MTV MUSIC VIDEO awards on channel 10.. aaah yes.. ignorance is bliss.. but.. no.. wait.. YOU mean they're showing the FOOTY instead!!?? aaaarrrr FUCK OFF..
(hmmm.. wot's out in the cinema's then.. DONNIE DARKO directors cut? niiiiiice!)
yeah yeah.. I know I bitch a LOT about this shithole of a city, good 'ol stinky child molesting serial killer Adelaide.. city of churches, city of the 7 deadly sins (most notably SLOTH).. but.. it's funny how these things work.. as anyone who's seem ORANGE COUNTY (the movie.. NOT the tv show.. hahahaha.. yeah, ok.. some of you may've picked a reference to me "allegedly" watching that show.. but.. I admit NOTHING.. HA!!).. there's this little quote at the end of the movie.. something on the lines of.. the city you grow up in.. the place you HATE, you DESPISE.. you dream of ESCAPING from.. actually, acts as endless inspiration to drive you ARTISTICALLY... it's these hell holes.. these suburban nightmares.. that produce the most dynamic of art.. real creative hotspots..
coz hey - who'd wanna live in LIVERPOOL, BRISTOL, MANCHESTER, SEATTLE, DETROIT, NEWCASTLE or ADELAIDE.. if it wasn't for the music they spawned? they're all urban wastelands.. but, it's THAT which drives us to dream better worlds.. if only in our heads..
so.. while you hoot like baboons.. and Adelaide shuts down once again..
I'll be doing my best to create me own fun.. create me own means to feel this gaping void we call our city, our home.. our curse.. wot'ever..
shit.. I'm almost sounding poetically sentimental here aint I?.. that's it gimme a journalist job or KILL ME NOW..
:: Spoz 4:59 PM |