My singing instructor recently released an album called 19 Steps, and she's doing a few gigs to plug it. She sent me and her other students the details for a small gig this coming Wednesday.
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
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I've been thinking of doing a "Ten Worst Albums of 2009" rather than a "Ten Best" list, as I'm such a cheerful, happy person. Or I could do it alongside the "Ten Best"