So it's been exactly a month since my last one of these. I guess I'm just lazy. Actually no, fuck that. It's the lack of gigs. I could do a post every day, if I wanted, but it wouldn't be just about gigs. It might be more about music I enjoy in general (I could do that, actually, people DO say my taste in music is pretty good) or all the witty things I say to my dad when he's being douchey or just the general story of my life. But that seems a bit douchey too. Egocentric. This blog is supposed to provide a service, namely letting twats like Me before I became Fun Me know that the gig life in Perth can be squeezed into a rich juice of fulfillment. Anyway. It was Easter Sunday. Reen had organized a Easter picnic/sleepover because a) she lives near UWA b) she enjoys live music and c) she has a fetish for me, my blog and how much cooler her tumblr becomes when she links my blog from it (http://heroine-whore.tumblr.com/). So I went around to hers at 11, and we walked to UWA, hands laden with easter eggs and fruit and wafer sticks and garlic bread. I'd brought Sarsparilla, because it's liquid gold, and yet all my friends hate it, and I don't like sharing gold. #dealwithit. We sat down in this cool place with umbrellas and pod things and we could hear the music nice and clear. Then a friend of mine, Carla Metal Parsnips, arrived. That isn't her name, but its darn close. We talked about the usual things, like how long her boyfriend's face was. It's pretty long. It's so long, he stretches fabric over it and uses it as an ironing board. Hey, I even have a picture.
It's like being friends with a TV remote, it really is. Anyway, soon another friend joined us, who I shall call Fleetwood, because of his Everywhere obsession. Or Mac. Anyway, we went to a grassed area, right near the music, and listened. And mucked about a bit.
I'd plank that.
Reen doing a great job of picnic preparation and decimation.
This is me being a babe. It was more comfortable than it looks. Soon we were joined by Long-Face, Carla's BF(F). He somehow had a lunch that went for four hours, and only arrived at like 5, only to be barraged with insults. Oh well, such is life.
Anyway, about the music. I tend to enjoy gigs with more... international artists, because Perth bands aren't the best thing around, save a few exceptions (one, Tame Impala). However, there were a few bands I quite liked. The Silent World had some nice lyric-less songs, Simone and Girlfunkle were actually pretty cool, so was the Scotch of St James. We were mainly there for Brow Horn Orchestra. You see, ever since last year's Hyperfest (I really should do a post on that) my friend N has been their biggest groupie, and has a pretty tight friendship with one of the members, to the point of them coming to our school and performing.
I like them. I play the trombone, which I chose because it looked funny and I've been stuck with it for 5 years. They make it cool. Which is cool. And they really do have some fun songs. And it's cool that they're friends with my friend. We all climbed some trees to witness their spectacle.
And they were good. I only know the name of one of their songs, Goliath, but they were all good. That tree was a little bit broken when I got down from my floral rave. We didn't catch any of the later acts, unfortunately, we had to have dinner with Reen's family. Which was nice.And we had a sleepover, which was weird. And various naps the next day, which was slightly erotic. I'm a bit in love with my own life, I'm enjoying these holidays, and GTM is coming up!
Buona Pasqua, amici.
