STILL sneezing from the insence...
Woke up this morning in a sneezing fit. Damn Gaunt and his bohemian ways.
Did I talk to Nathan last night? No. And do I care? No. Why? Cause Ross wore glasses and Mikey took his shirt off. Hahaha. I got a wink from him when I was wandering around talking on my phone, but that was the only piece of acknowledgement all weekend. Not that I care. I was a bit tipsy last night. The world was fantastic. I was in love with everyone. Everyone was 'sooooo niiiiice.' Janelle was sooooo niiice. Sam was soooo niiiice. I think I even found washing my hands in the loos to be sooooo niiice. I remember Shona making some comment about me being excited about washing my hands. I dunno.
Got there at 7, the early losers we are. Went to find an ATM, was hanging around there while Tegan got some money out and Rossco scooted past, slammed on the skids when he saw me, said 'I have to head off for a bit, but your name's on the door with Janelle, ok? Bye!' And off he ran. Glad I saw him, cause I would have paid, and been pissed off when he'd told me afterwards I was on the door.
Sat and drank, watching Nathan scurry around, looking very busy but not actually doing much. Had to leave the bar and come back in to get tickets and wrist stamped and stuff. Pain in the arse. I got my wrist stamp before I left, cause I'm such a rebel and shit. 'I'm on the door, can I just get stamped?' I was a big fan of saying 'I'm on the door'. It was my first time. Haha.
Kept drinking, was very merry by the time I started catching up with crew. Shones and Penguin (I remember calling him Pingu quite insistently. Did that happen?), Chelle and Terry (that CD kicks ass, much appreciated), Frog and....Aaron? The Ed Harcourt guy, right? And Ness and everyone else I harrassed in my drunken enthusiasm. Did the 'dance of Stereophonics joy' when Maybe Tomorrow was played as house music. Was having a big whinge to Tegan about a Nina Simone song they played as house music, in the style of 'I've been asking Nathan to play that for ages, and now it's house music, whinge, whinge, whinge'. Halfway through recounting the whinge to Shona, I realised it was a completely different song, and that I should really shut up. I'd been asking him to do If You Knew, and they were playing Be My Husband. Same thing. Jeff Buckley's done em both. Meh.
The gig was good, a hell of a lot rockinger than Saturday (but it wasn't very hard). Mikey is quite the dynamic little drummer boy. Love watching him. Sex song was the best of the night again, but I don't know if he's changed some words, cause I remember there being some lines I didn't hear. Maybe I was just too mesmerised by Mikey's drumming. I'll never be able to watch him drum that song ever again without thinking dirty things. The set was....good. I don't know what else to say. Lots of grunt. Going hard. Good all round.
I tend to get a bit violent when I drink, so if you have any bruises this morning Shones, I am sorry. Over-excited poking isn't enjoyed by everyone. But you do know the rules. Don't argue with me over Stereophonics issues. It's my domain. Kelly is the man. Just thank your lucky stars you didn't cop it as bad as Tegan, who got accidentally clocked in the mouth at the Rosemount once, cause I was excited at the fact Gaunt was playing Bullet Baby. Woo. Hahaha.
Hung around afterwards for a million years while the band were interviewed for BASETV. Just as they were wrapping up the bouncers decided to get on a big power trip and boot everyone out. SOMEONE took a double dose of arsehole pills that morning. A few managed to escape their wrath and stay inside, but we had to wait out on the ramp thing. I was mightily pissed, as I'd wanted to get my poster signed, and the chances of that happening were looking slim. Bouncers continued to be rude bastards even when we were outside. Even Rossco copped it when he came outside to chat. The look on his face was like 'But I'm in the BAND!' After about five goes of 'Can you wait two minutes Jay? Two minutes?' Rossco came back, signed the poster (thoughtfully circling 'Paddo', just in case I was a retard and didn't know where I was), and asked me how Saturday had gone. I said 'Eh. It was alright. I'm a bit over the Indian thing.' He laughed and said 'Yeah, I'd been getting that impression' which left me wondering what the hell I'd told him before. He them told (almost ordered) Sam to 'take care of these guys' before scooting off. Sam wandered off somewhere and I was thinking 'Yeah, good job' but then he came back, and took my poster inside for the others to sign. Also showed him a couple of the photos I'd taken from Saturday, and he was asking questions and stuff, and in the back of my mind I'm going 'Jesus, he does actually SPEAK!' Came back, Gaunt's face on the poster was defaced with devil horns and a goatee. Unsure if Mikey drew a little face or wrote 'X X ya' (love ya). Either way, his artistic skills leave a bit to be desired. Upon looking at it again, I've decided it's a face. Like a really bad version of that Nirvana smiley with the crossed out eyes.
Left after that, still grizzling about the dickshit bouncers. Not sure if we were apalled or amused when we drove past and saw Rossco and Sam had been locked out, and weren't being let in in a hurry. Idiot security. Seriously. I hope they all had something bad happen to them on the way home.
Had the intention of going to 'Ringo' Maccas afterwards (the Maccas we went to after one Rosemount gig and talked for ages about Ringo/The Beatles), but it was shut. Poo. So home and bed for us.
I've got quite a few shots. They're nothing spectacular, but I'm not stressing. Getting sent to Ross this morning/arvo/whenever, and probably going up on Slide tomorrow-ish.
Got much better shots of Sam and Mikey than anyone else. Go figure.
"What would Jesus do?"
Again tried to get the 'mic-claspy' shot, but timing was all wrong. Single hander instead of double hander.
Wine shot is one of my favourites of the night. So wanky.
I just really like this one for the unfortunate positioning of Mikey's hand. No wonder Gaunt's grimacing. Hahahaha.
Same-old same-old band shot
Tegan caught me taking photos of my poster, and I was told off for being 'a self-indulgent bitch'. Hahaha.
The Ross Warren and the Blackeyed Dogs thing was brought up again last night, so I slapped together a little something. Took me all of five seconds, but I was still amused by it.
That be all. It's hot today. I was going to do homework, but I don't know if I can be bothered now. Meh.
Did I talk to Nathan last night? No. And do I care? No. Why? Cause Ross wore glasses and Mikey took his shirt off. Hahaha. I got a wink from him when I was wandering around talking on my phone, but that was the only piece of acknowledgement all weekend. Not that I care. I was a bit tipsy last night. The world was fantastic. I was in love with everyone. Everyone was 'sooooo niiiiice.' Janelle was sooooo niiice. Sam was soooo niiiice. I think I even found washing my hands in the loos to be sooooo niiice. I remember Shona making some comment about me being excited about washing my hands. I dunno.
Got there at 7, the early losers we are. Went to find an ATM, was hanging around there while Tegan got some money out and Rossco scooted past, slammed on the skids when he saw me, said 'I have to head off for a bit, but your name's on the door with Janelle, ok? Bye!' And off he ran. Glad I saw him, cause I would have paid, and been pissed off when he'd told me afterwards I was on the door.
Sat and drank, watching Nathan scurry around, looking very busy but not actually doing much. Had to leave the bar and come back in to get tickets and wrist stamped and stuff. Pain in the arse. I got my wrist stamp before I left, cause I'm such a rebel and shit. 'I'm on the door, can I just get stamped?' I was a big fan of saying 'I'm on the door'. It was my first time. Haha.
Kept drinking, was very merry by the time I started catching up with crew. Shones and Penguin (I remember calling him Pingu quite insistently. Did that happen?), Chelle and Terry (that CD kicks ass, much appreciated), Frog and....Aaron? The Ed Harcourt guy, right? And Ness and everyone else I harrassed in my drunken enthusiasm. Did the 'dance of Stereophonics joy' when Maybe Tomorrow was played as house music. Was having a big whinge to Tegan about a Nina Simone song they played as house music, in the style of 'I've been asking Nathan to play that for ages, and now it's house music, whinge, whinge, whinge'. Halfway through recounting the whinge to Shona, I realised it was a completely different song, and that I should really shut up. I'd been asking him to do If You Knew, and they were playing Be My Husband. Same thing. Jeff Buckley's done em both. Meh.
The gig was good, a hell of a lot rockinger than Saturday (but it wasn't very hard). Mikey is quite the dynamic little drummer boy. Love watching him. Sex song was the best of the night again, but I don't know if he's changed some words, cause I remember there being some lines I didn't hear. Maybe I was just too mesmerised by Mikey's drumming. I'll never be able to watch him drum that song ever again without thinking dirty things. The set was....good. I don't know what else to say. Lots of grunt. Going hard. Good all round.
I tend to get a bit violent when I drink, so if you have any bruises this morning Shones, I am sorry. Over-excited poking isn't enjoyed by everyone. But you do know the rules. Don't argue with me over Stereophonics issues. It's my domain. Kelly is the man. Just thank your lucky stars you didn't cop it as bad as Tegan, who got accidentally clocked in the mouth at the Rosemount once, cause I was excited at the fact Gaunt was playing Bullet Baby. Woo. Hahaha.
Hung around afterwards for a million years while the band were interviewed for BASETV. Just as they were wrapping up the bouncers decided to get on a big power trip and boot everyone out. SOMEONE took a double dose of arsehole pills that morning. A few managed to escape their wrath and stay inside, but we had to wait out on the ramp thing. I was mightily pissed, as I'd wanted to get my poster signed, and the chances of that happening were looking slim. Bouncers continued to be rude bastards even when we were outside. Even Rossco copped it when he came outside to chat. The look on his face was like 'But I'm in the BAND!' After about five goes of 'Can you wait two minutes Jay? Two minutes?' Rossco came back, signed the poster (thoughtfully circling 'Paddo', just in case I was a retard and didn't know where I was), and asked me how Saturday had gone. I said 'Eh. It was alright. I'm a bit over the Indian thing.' He laughed and said 'Yeah, I'd been getting that impression' which left me wondering what the hell I'd told him before. He them told (almost ordered) Sam to 'take care of these guys' before scooting off. Sam wandered off somewhere and I was thinking 'Yeah, good job' but then he came back, and took my poster inside for the others to sign. Also showed him a couple of the photos I'd taken from Saturday, and he was asking questions and stuff, and in the back of my mind I'm going 'Jesus, he does actually SPEAK!' Came back, Gaunt's face on the poster was defaced with devil horns and a goatee. Unsure if Mikey drew a little face or wrote 'X X ya' (love ya). Either way, his artistic skills leave a bit to be desired. Upon looking at it again, I've decided it's a face. Like a really bad version of that Nirvana smiley with the crossed out eyes.
Left after that, still grizzling about the dickshit bouncers. Not sure if we were apalled or amused when we drove past and saw Rossco and Sam had been locked out, and weren't being let in in a hurry. Idiot security. Seriously. I hope they all had something bad happen to them on the way home.
Had the intention of going to 'Ringo' Maccas afterwards (the Maccas we went to after one Rosemount gig and talked for ages about Ringo/The Beatles), but it was shut. Poo. So home and bed for us.
I've got quite a few shots. They're nothing spectacular, but I'm not stressing. Getting sent to Ross this morning/arvo/whenever, and probably going up on Slide tomorrow-ish.
Got much better shots of Sam and Mikey than anyone else. Go figure.
"What would Jesus do?"
Again tried to get the 'mic-claspy' shot, but timing was all wrong. Single hander instead of double hander.
Wine shot is one of my favourites of the night. So wanky.
I just really like this one for the unfortunate positioning of Mikey's hand. No wonder Gaunt's grimacing. Hahahaha.
Same-old same-old band shot
Tegan caught me taking photos of my poster, and I was told off for being 'a self-indulgent bitch'. Hahaha.
The Ross Warren and the Blackeyed Dogs thing was brought up again last night, so I slapped together a little something. Took me all of five seconds, but I was still amused by it.
That be all. It's hot today. I was going to do homework, but I don't know if I can be bothered now. Meh.