Stopping All Stations on the Hard Road

It's Australian Hip-Hop, it wasn't really going to make much of any sense. Dominated by racially ambigious young city males, it is a growing music industry that increasingly speaks to the youth of the nation.

I went to a Hilltop Hoods concert last night. I'm pretty sure it's actually my first ever live music concert, which is kind of sad. I also got the privelage of crowd-surfing, owing to me being not-the-smallest-but-certainly-the-lightest of my group. I managed to keep my wallet and phone in pocket, but somehow the crowd managed to remove my belt. The masses of young white horny males at any Rockhampton event makes that really really really suss. Really.

I also learned that I should definitely wear my glasses everywhere. And it doesn't make me any more alluring to Aussie ladies. It just means I'm more prone to looking stoned, and walking over people I should know.

Here's some pics, a bit grainy cos a mate was screwing with my phone, putting it back on shitty-resolution mode. Another mate explained to me the cup of coffee on my main page was nothing to worry about, it's just there for Java. (And I do know what Java is - I'd just never noticed the coffee cup before, I thought it was something to to do with my snooze alarm or something).

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The Living End and Something for Kate are both headed towards CQ next month. Hopefully I will have the spare dosh to catch one of those.

Ah The Beach

While cleaning up the mounds of trash in my room, I discovered an awesome semi-Brechtian play that I created for Year 12 Drama about the beach. It's one of my top things to polish a bit and put online , when I get a genuine not-just-a-blog website. It is actually pretty good touching on both social and environmental issues associated with beach life. It's also got stupid (as in great) shits and giggles.

Anyway, beaches kick ass. I really found in Japan, that I am going to have to live near the beach wherever I end up. I was like 12 blocks walk/bike ride from the beach, it was too much, I could barely see the ocean - but it always made me feel better. Back home, I'm about 500m from two beach coves - awesome.

(not my house BTW)

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One of the things that one does have to be aware of being back in Australia though, is the presence of all manner of deadly beasties. Including Stingers. So its not all perfection, but its close enough for me (they only get tourists after all).