(
In case you've been....
living under a massive rock)
Thanks to the efforts of our magnanimous State Premier John Brumby and his moronic yes men, it looks like Melbourne's going turn into another Sydney, with a shithouse local music scene and even more doof-doof fucktards and trendy cunts with
poo pouches crammed into massive beer barns and clubs.
So I'm going to see more small gigs this year. Any musical genre, be it metal, rock, blues, folk, even fucking spoken word for christ's sake. Just like the Great Barrier Reef, it'll be gone one day, and I don't want to regret not enjoying it when it was thriving.