DISLODGED BRAIN LOG, OR IS THIS MY PRE-EMPTIVE EPILOGUE?
is this the end? is this the beginning? is this the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end? is this where I end and you begin? or where I end it all? is this the epilogue? the epitaph? the ephiphany? the appendix? the addendum? the duodenum? do I need any of them? or is it just a useless flappy bit at the end of it all..? infected to twice it's size.. abdominal pain.. remove that time bomb before it bursts and kills us all..? do I cut the red wire or the green wire? is this the live wire? or did my fuse blow out long ago? is this ticking c4 in my head? leaving me for dead? or just another box ticking me off to oblivion? a blithering idiot clutching at straws.. living in a house of straws.. big bad wolf? WHATS THE TIME MR WOLF!? wolfing down another beer.. or is it only FOOD you can "wolf" down? maybe you HORSE a drink? and as they say "you can lead a horse to water" but can you make it think? think about the consequences of it all? all defensive.. twitchy.. eyes popping out've the skull.. trigger finger.. making no sense.. yes.. my brain is in a strange place.. trying to placate itself.. have I misplaced it? spaced out..? pilot light's gone out.. out fishing.. unable to finish sentences.. looking for a inspirational speech.. cheech and chong? long gone..
ok.. that wuz a little odd.. think I wuz channeling something lyrically obtuse there.. call it the zenith point of the year.. the twilight zone.. all laws of logic bend into a pretzel and seasoned with rock salt from the rocks in my head.. send it all off to a cryptologist.. or a psychiatrist.. or a verbal proctologist.. and call me with the results in the morning..
fuckit I'm rambling, here's the weekend photo's..
not much to report this weekend..
laying low.. low to the ground.. and listening for earth tremors.. something crazy this way comes?FRIDAY NIGHT
went to Jive.. to catch one of them notoriously infrequent twice yearly gigs by them elusive alt-rock-cheese-country acts YOUR MOTIVE FOR.. and.. um.. some other bands.. most of which I forgot.. I think one wuz the "MICK HART" band or sumthin'.. and the other wuz just some crazy blond afro surf guitar singer songwriter freaking XAVIER RUDD type brain casualty.. except obviously not.. coz.. um.. I think that XAVIER RUDD dude has fuckoff dreds or something.. (but either way interchangeable.. call that a compliment if you want.. if not.. please don't kill me) yeah.. fucked if I know.. this weekend made my brain go numb and tingly with ants like I sat on it all weird and now it's dead numb with no sensation in it.. maybe if I wobble it like a ragdoll it'll wake up and I can think clearly again.. yup I blame the surf rock.. damn stuff works like dementia to the child inside.. (ooo look.. a Warwick Ing song reference.. how much do I rock in the most stoner vague of ways?)
for all those vicarious astral travellers.. here's the rundown of wot went down - my night consisted mostly of the following - (a) endless games of FOOZBALL.. most I won, some I lost.. (and yeah, I dunno why I keep mentioning these games of Foozball either.. do I expect a prize? sponsorship? is this a subtle hint to Adelaide venue's to include FOOZ so I'll frequent them more often? helpful xmas present suggestion? hmmmmm.. arrr fuckkit.. wot do I care) (b) mindless watching of PINBALL in a non participatory haze due to the need to consume beer, stare at the blinky lights and rest me nintendo thumbs from all the FOOZ CARNAGE (c) soaking up the random stoner alt-country um pop-rock multigenre carnage of of YOUR MOTIVE FOR.. blasting away their wall fuzzing rock riffing at their usual sing-along beer anthem finest with the added bonus of SEAN KEMP's hammering drum insanity.. yeah.. nice one guys.. oh and apparently they're telling me they're gonna have a whole bunch of new songs ready for next year.. which hey.. couldn't make me happier.. coz.. new YOUR MOTIVE FOR SONGS!!? YAY! (or something) but.. I ask ya.. does this mean you guys WILL EVER PLAY MORE THAN TWO GIGS A YEAR SO WE CAN ACTUALLY HEAR ALL THESE NEW SONGS.. OR WOT!!?? HUH!??? WOULD IT HURT TO BUILD AN ACTUAL REGULAR FANBASE!?? FEED US DAMMIT!! WE'RE STARVING HERE!!! (hahaha.. yeah.. not like our band can talk.. we're even less frequent with OUR gigs of late.. arrr fukkit.. we got one coming up this thursday at the GOV front bar, come along it gonna be uuuuge!) (d) saw a bunch of other bands.. apparently real popular with the surfie crowd in there.. but.. meh.. kinda drove me to the point of self distraction.. not to say you guys weren't freaking awesome.. but y'know.. I just aint on that frequency.. ya dig? (e) some pre gig nonsense involving the removal of one freakingly heavy orange amp from ADELAIDE's primo EMO disaster zones.. "THE UNDERGROUND" (and dammit.. it's not even underground!!?? fucking hell.. wot do I hafta give to have at least ONE Adelaide venue live up literally to it's name!?? faaark.. all these opportunities to make the "SUPERMILD" a giant pack of cigarettes, or the "PRINCE ALBERT" a.. oh nevermind..).. watch as we attempted to shift this piece of shit up stairs.. down stairs.. thru countless locked doors fumbling for keys.. idiotic stand up clown displays.. drumkits.. couches.. emo kids.. wire fences.. then stuffed into the back of a rusted ute to ship to the venue.. and seriously.. am I just insane.. or do they colour code guitar amps according to weight..? coz damn those ORANGE amps are freaking heavy (they tell me coz they have twice the timber in 'em or somethin'.. arr fuckit..) hmmm.. yeah.. vague night.. odd.. I drink fuckall beer.. and yet my brain is still a mess trying to piece it together.. weird.. do I only remember things on the weekend when I'm drunk!? isn't that counterintiutive?
and no.. I didn't do anything SATURDAY NIGHT..
either way.. I was on the lo-fi frequencies this weekend.. had cash to conserve.. and perhaps also braincells.. hmmm.. do I need my brain for something important perhaps..? should it be serving the greater good of humanity? is this my time to shine? like a blister in the sun? big hands I know yer the one? "sheeeeiiiit.. wot the HELL does that song mean.."
yup.. this may just be one of SPOZ's most vague weekend posts yet.. smoke trees of weed.. sift thru them tea-leaves.. and maybe you'll find the answers amongst the jumbled words..
oh.. and if I don't see you freaks out for the next few weekends.. HAVE A HAPPY FREAKING XMAS YA BAAAAASTARDS!! not that I'm saying anything here.. but y'know.. cash is an odd variable right now.. (should have it fixed by fortnight me hopes..)
*burp* here ends yet another highly scattered weekend transmission..
see ya all on the flipside fukkas! AYAYAYAYAYYAAAA!
Previously on Spoz's Rant: Lager Lager Lager