Well, just saw Machine Gun Fellatio again. They still rock.
Sadly, the ticket was $5 cheaper. This is only bad because I blame the price difference on the second-rate (that’s unfair) support acts, Casual Projects and Recipie. They were both rap-type artists (cf. Butterfingers in my last visit to the world of MGF). Casual Projects at least rapped about Australian things (barbecues for example, and trying to meet women while drink), while Recipie seemed to think they were African-Americans rapping about… I dunno some rubbish. At least by end of Recipie, I’d tuned out the… speakers… and could enjoy the trombone and saxaphone for what they were worth. Anyway, I felt the support acts were kinda like people who’d enjoyed Jewel’s music but said “If only her poetry was less meaningful, repeated the same line more often, and was shouted instead of sung” and take this as the basis to form a band. It’s Rabekah’s fault I’m thinking of Jewel, as on Wednesday night (when I was at her and Julia’s place, and alcohol was again involved) she started trying to play “Sensitive” and I had a brain fart and started singing “Hands”. Today in the car on the way to the ANU I spontaneoously remembered the words to “Sensitive”. And so I had Jewel in my mind. Blah.
I was thinking,
That I might fly today.
Just to disprove
All the things that you say.
It doesn’t take a talent to be mean,
Your words can crush things that are unseen.
So please be careful with me,
I’m sensitive and I want to stay that way.
Three good singers tonight. Sadly, they were all in MGF (Pinky Beecroft, KK Juggy and “Beyonce”). Happily, MGF produced a hell of a show. Unlike last time, I was down in the front area (“Mosh pit?”) and people kept pushing me from behind. Being a man of reasonable stature and excessive girth, this meant I started MGF’s set about five or six people from the front, and finished two from the front. I also finish covered in feathers. Yes, that was part of the act.
Surprisingly, we didn’t get KK Juggy doing nude cartwheels. She _was_ wearing some kind of skin-coloured bodysuit, and there were boobies visible during some parts of the show. I vaugely remember that the ANU (for it was their bar in which the show was held) banned KK Juggy from doing nude cartwheels on stage. Instead, Love Shark (guitarist) was in his briefs by the second song, and had removed them by the second-last song. (Turns out he’s well sized, but circumcised, incase any of my readers wanted to know)
If I could tell the world just one thing, it would be “We’re all OK”.
Not to worry, ’cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.
Anyway, we got good songs (“What the fuck do I care”, “My ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend’s got a band” etc.) and had a good time. I was also very drunk, and then proceeded to eat too much from Dolly’s food van in the car on the way home. And then I decided to scare my friends (Julia, Sean and Rabekah) by being rather more honest with them than they probably wanted. Hence this blog entry, which happily leaves out the stuff I can’t repeat in public. Or at least more than I have.
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt I was outside looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
(Thanks to Foolish Games for verifying my recollection of “Hands” and “Sensitive” and supplying everything but the first line of “Foolish Games”. ^_^ And Lyrics and Quotes from “moulin rouge” for the actual text of the start to “El Tango De Roxanne”. That site also has the poetry reading in the Elephant Room. “You don’t have to stand. I mean… It’s sometimes… it’s quite long. I.. I’d like you to be comfortable.”^_^)
(For reference, the below is only representative of my general state of mind. I’m not actually upset over a prostitute. -_-;;;)
Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself.
It always ends BAD!
We have a dance in the brothels of Buenos Aires.
It tells the story of a prostitute and a man who falls in love with her.
First there is desire then, passion!
Then, suspicion!
Jealousy, anger, betrayal!
When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust.
Without trust, there is no love!
Jealousy… Yes, jealousy…
will drive you, …will drive you… mad!
Roxanne!…
