Showing posts with label Jamming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jamming. Show all posts

Monday, July 5, 2010

le Tour

And so begins another reason to not sleep.
Le Tour de France officially began last night, with Stage 1 commencing and Alessandro Petacchi taking it out in his lovely pink and blue gear.



Gotta love guys in spandex riding bikes.

So we had a jam sesh at Harry's today. It was pretty decent. We set up all this shit on the roof, including carpet, then after I Wanna Be Your Dog the neighbour complained. We then moved everything down into the garage and had some fun. Played some Strokes, Black Sabbath and Weezer because it's pretty easy and we aren't good...yet. Then we got some lunch a Spitroast (never not funny) and bought some Thai beer because we can. Then when we got back, we went back into the sound lab and tuned up and the neighbour complained again and we hadn't even played anything yet. What a gai kent. We should have argued with him and continued to jam because he actually couldn't have done anything because noise complaints can only be made after eleven o'clock or something and it was like five. Seriously, what a shithead. Next time, I am going to argue the fuck out of him. And he wasn't polite or anything, just a cunt. A massive cuntfag. Get a life, thundercunt.

Primal Scream - Beautiful Future

Friday, October 16, 2009

Of Recent Times



This album is amazing. I'm going to have to import it because I've never seen it at a shop and I really, really want it because it's so fucking fantastic. Like super wow, just put it in that top 50 list I made that I'm not going to change because I don't overly care.

Also, I've been listening to a lot of HEALTH. There is no problem to this, HEALTH are a great band and it's a bit of influence or whatever. Noise music is surprisingly hard to make - if you want to make good noise. Riffs / hooks = Not Easy.

And I've been having a jam session every day for the past week(s). My fingers really hurt but it's some good practice. Today while playing Communication Breakdown, I was "shredding" out a solo and my pinky slipped and now the cuticle is mega owned and sliced. I love the guitar. I would also love being in a pub band who plays covers and when we play Brown Sugar, all the 40-year-old women get up and dance. That would be so great. Like, so great. And old guys would be all:
"PLAY SOME AC/DC!"
and I'll be all:
"I'MMA MAKE HELTER SKELTER A SHOEGAZE SONG WIF MAH PEDALZ!"
And I will. And they won't like that. But I will. And that's all that matter, right?



I wanna start a shoegaze band now. Maybe we should be shoegaze/noise. Yeah, I think they kinda go hand-in-hand. And I wanna play on stage. And wanna have people go:
"Hey, that guy's alright..."
That would be a dream come true.

And after the HSC, I'm going to visit 2SSR, the local radio station and apply for some work. I've got connections to there because my uncle (now drive-time "celeb" in Canberra) used to work there. But yeah, if I've got like a dodgy, late-night radio show, I expect you people to listen. We can't talk on air because this radio station is so dodgy you can't actually do that. Imagine, me on the radio for an hour or so. I'd talk crap for a few minutes, kick out some jams that are like my computer on shuffle (like Boredoms followed by The Small Faces then HITS FROM THE BONG!) and then read out some crappy community announcements that don't apply to you because they're all shire. Hopefully I get that gig so I can crap around in a radio booth, bring in a friend and then plug my own bands - MxP will be pretty huuuuge.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Allen's Music in Alexandria to put a VOX Tonelab LE Effects Board on lay-buy for my 18-year life anniversary. I'd put a picture of it up, but I'm keeping the colour in this post pink. Pretty much, if will allow me to make noise along with my Aria Flanger pedal and the digital effects in the amp. Hopefully there's some fuzz and muff so I can 2-cent Mudhoney it up (BTW HARRY: Learn Touch Me I'm Sick) and try to shoegaze and make the kids next door cry to their (hot) mum (happy, Tim?) while their massive New Zealander inslander dad gives me death stares for making his children cry and checking out his wife. Yeah, I'm cool like that.

Boris - Painted With Flame
The Big Pink - At War With The Sun