Tuesday, May 29, 2012

2.15am's later

I'm dying...I'm dead. Oh my goodness, why am I still awake. Test tomorrrow. Death death death.
I am so sensitive and it's so silly..I don't know what's happening...dtfrygtyhjkgydhjvwbfv

The beauty of love's in her eyes

Long Gone-Syd Barrett

I have had a very traumatic and emotional couple of days.

I think I'm going to defer uni for a semester, and work and get some money and just spend a lot of time reading and discovering myself properly. I never gave myself any time to do that between uni and school, so now is the time that I'm going to do it. I'm 19 and I haven't read nearly enough. I'm going to discover what my real interests are and find out my strengths and find something to do with them. Either I'll defer, or I will only do a couple of subjects so I can work and self-discover.

Anyway, there has been a lot of Syd Barrett going on, lots of My Bloody Valentine and a stupid amount of crying and stress because uni is such a joyful place to be. I love uni. Yay yay yay. Anyway, it's basically my last day of classes tomorrow. I have a practical exam on monday and then a test to hand in (I know, hardly a test) on friday next week but other than that, I'm free! Marvellous. I am so tired, I want to punch myself in the eye. Manka and his friend are coming back to sleep over from seeing Sufjan, Nico and Bryce (which I saw last night and was absolutely amazed and so inspired by), so I should probably not go to sleep until they get here. I might nap on the floor though. Ah, and they'll probably want food as well, if I know them well enough they wouldn't have eaten yet. Ah crap, there's no petrol in my car either...this should be interesting.

Now it's time to do mini study bits for the test I have tomorrow, which I'll try my hardest not to sleep through like last week's test. Eeep. Death. Big trouble for that one.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

And if it don't work then, then I was kidding now

Grey/Afro- Alexander  Spence

Seems that every time I talk to you
You have something else to do

If I were to open up with you
Would you call me the same as I call you

Frightful days that we are living in
But it seems if hopes get in your way

We'll take our time and show the life I count out
Open up the chance I have with you right there

Between my lips are words that surface through you
I'm just trying to get a message through you
To you, for you, I will
By you, saw you, know you
I do, you plan to do, if you

His lies, his lies come just to late
Colored white and gold and yellow and red
In the timing of the soul that's right
Then we'll look at how talk about death is spread

Do you know you ask and you shall live
And die then you can turn to sin

And if I had a lovely home with a bunch of girls
With me, they can't help you

Believe me if I do what I did
I will have euphoria

To be sure
I don't give a damn
Live in a place
Do anything

Hey hey, look at who's caught swearing

Hey,hey, oh I dread the damned

You came so softly as not to disturb your sleep
I will come into your dream tonight completely
Not to prevent one would sell to you dear
I would do anything at all for you

Let us start a nice old new organization
To try and be hands heaven from this civilization
Only trust in our destination, you need me
And only then I'd let you hide behind me

Do not let's be right as you have a few
Ask me what to do, and I'll come

Hmm.. Ask me what to do then, so softly
And if I know within' your eyes, can I

And if it don't work then, then I was kidding now
If it don't work then, then I was kidding now

Thursday, May 24, 2012

She's my narcotic lollipop

If there was any one album I would recommend for you to listen to right now, to stop what you are doing, go out and purchase this record, put it on, and sit down and listen and be attentive and absorbed and consumed and devoured by, it would be Pop Crimes by Rowland S. Howard. He is probably one of my most favourite musicians.
When I bought this from the record store, the man who I have become acquainted with told me that the other guy who works there who I get on really well with actually saw Rowland when he played at the Oxford Art Factory I think it was for the release of this record. So I'm going to have to pick his brain about that, I'm quite looking forward to that actually.
I have listened to this album three times already, and I feel that it is one of the most exquisite things I have ever listened to. It is particularly great, because school is really getting me down at the moment, and I feel like this has lifted me slightly every time I listen to it, just because it is soo good.
Here's the first track to get you started...

(I Know) A Girl Called Jonny- Rowland S. Howard

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The trout are really torpedos

I have had an interesting week. Unfortunately I have been subjected to the entire notch on the emotional scale, I think I would have much preferred just having one constant emotion all week, it would have been much less exhausting.

Anyway, I have watched Autoluminescent and it is actually one of my favourite films ever. I can't wait to get it back off Hobbes so I can watch it several more times. I think I might maybe watch it with Manka when he comes up to see Sufjan Stevens with me on tuesday night at the opera house which I am really freaking excited about. I do however, have a stupid amount of school work that I need to get done before tuesday I think, so as to prevent a really awful time on tuesday and I'll upset every single person I spend a moment of time with.

I am currently in the middle of watching "Wings of Desire", a german film made in 1987 by Wim Wenders and so far I am just loving it. I am getting a lot out of it and am really grateful for the record store man for recommending it to me, despite the fact I would have inevitably found it on account of my present love for Rowland S. Howard whose band 'Crime and the City Solution' are filmed in the Wings of Desire. I just cannot, cannot, CANNOT wait to get on my break and I will just completely and probably hazardously immerse myself in books and music and film. Bring it.

Going to be so broke as well. My shifts are being cut. Thank you Woolsworthless. Bastards.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Here yah go...


Tears of a Clown-POND

I have the Smokey Robinson and the Miracles 7", this song is so fun ahahaha. I died when I saw this existed because I am in love with lil ol' Nick Allbrook right now, he's just the best. 
He's got crazy energy wachow funtimes.
He's so cute.
And little. 
And an amazing performer.
And I love him.

Can't wait to see him again and tell him, baby I play the flute too, we can be friends and stuff.
It's almost 4 in the morning...

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Purchases, consequent sadness on account of silly decisions

Friday, I purchased The Pretty Things album called 'Parachute' and I have listened to one of the tracks on it called 'Grass' which is really great. It's a bit of a concept album, the predecessor to 'Parachute' was one of the first rock operas called 'S.F Sorrow' which I have listened to most of and have really loved actually. Anyway, I've not listened to concept-y type albums for a ridiculously long time. Kind of like, two years ago when I was listening to a looot of Mars Volta and King Crimson and stuff. Anyway, this record is really amazing apparently. Haven't had a chance yet to listen to it yet, but the record store man says it's great. And I trust his judgement. Thank you Nick-the-record-store-man.

Today, I have purchased something which I am so flipping excited about listening to. ALAS, here is my sadness, I have a 3000 word essay due on Thursday, which I've not finished but I want to finish it tonight (which is a day before it's due) so that tomorrow I can actually maybe go to sleep good and proper tomorrow night so I can actually remain conscious for the first time all semester in this class.
The sticker never told me the vinyl was red! What a crazy surprise for my little eyeballs.
The Boys Next Door record purchase of the day. This is the band that developed into The Birthday Party...WHOM I LURV. If you've not listened to Prayers on Fire, the album, listen. But yes, excited to hear this.

My brand spankin' new Autoluminescent dvd about Rowland S. Howard of The Boys Next Door (see above) and The Birthday Party (listen to Prayers on Fire). Must watch. Muuust. Waaatch.
So I told myself when I purchased this dvd, that I'm not allowed to watch it until I write 2000 words of my essay. So far, I am up to about 600, and it's 1:44am and I am pretty damn tired and would love to go to sleep. My aim for the night is to get to 1500 words, and then I'll go to sleep I think. I just need to finish writing about Bartok is all. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Then I'll do a crapload of work at uni tomorrow, so I can come home, watch this doco, have a nap, maybe watch it again, and sleep for a long time. Then hand in my essay! Which I should be writing! Write now! Right now!

I hate uni so much right now.

Going to the south coast in a couple of weeks though. Before I die of Sydney overdose.

But right now, I'm going to write now. Bam.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Francoise, the french babe.

This is Francoise Hardy. She is a french singer/actress who sang a crap load of french pop songs during the 60's and still continues to sing a crap load of french pop songs. Her style is fantastic, and she has such an excellent facial structure and is therefore a french babe. She also married a groovy french psych/beat man who I discovered only the other day, Jacques Dutronc.

Here are my favourite songs by Francoise and Jacques respectively:

Le Temps De L'Amour-Francoise Hardy

Le Responsable-Jacques Dutronc


I am reading this at the moment and am not too far off finishing it. I am in massive love with it and am quite ready to begin my life o' travellin' and get the cuss out of Australia.

Definitely one of my favourite bits.
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
I absolutely cannot get enough of Jack Kerouac's writing. Cannot get enough. But I have to distribute my reading around. I have to. Yeup.
Also, just for the sake of how close it is to being released...


...Ignore last post

Spoke to my brother, it took a few hours for the 'I need to save 1300 dollars in 3 weeks; to sink in. What a shame, I think I'm going to go to another country these holidays anyhow. I'll go by myself even. It might probably only be New Zealand but that's fine haah, so silly.


Anyway, more uni work to do...
Meanwhile, a present.

Dark Globe-Syd Barrett
MUST get The Madcap Laughs record. Must get it, or I'll die.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

These holidays

So my brother has been invited to attend a wedding with a girl he dated at one point in his life...who lives in England. He is actually really keen to go and I am thinking...I might go with him. I can get the money together no problem, but my brother is really flimsy with holding plans like this together. However, even of he doesn't go, I might just go by myself anyway, I can stay with Becky, she wouldn't mind. So flights are like $1300...I could get away with $300 spending money for foods and travelling into the city and maybe Paris for one day if I'm lucky. But these holidays, I'd really like to get out of the country on my own accord. I really do. And hopefully go to Queensland for a little bit to see my cousin, go up with my other cousin or something, I dunno. Plans, plans, now school work.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


-in the process of dying my hair super dark brown/black
-listening to a french groovy man who goes by the name Jacques Dutronc
-getting ready to put my new dress on and look super cute. I want to put a picture up because it's so super cute
-thinking about composing this thing that is due tomorrow in the style of Bela Bartok
-also thinking about watching a film
-also thinking about how hungry I am

Ohhhh so groovy.