I did some housekeeping, I was averaging a lot of spam comments, but only on four offending posts. This meant that lovely comments from Leonie and The Good Groupie went unnoticed, which is hardly fair. So I closed the offending posts and approved the awesome comments (I hope I caught them all).
Speaking of The Good Groupie, I have to throw a shoutout to her, as she makes me look like an Average Groupie. There’s lots of top fangirling happening in her blog, so if you dig music and stories, it is well worth dropping by.
I wrote this a long time ago, but was thinking about it recently, so I thought I would edit it a little bit and put it on show, in honour of being a Good Groupie. My friends and I dubbed this week the “Week of Radness” because, as you can see, it was a six out of seven kind of week. I’m not any better at writing, but I hope that we’re all still having this much fun.
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So you want to talk about rock ‘n’ roll?
TUESDAY: DRINKS @ THE BAD ABODE
Sitting on the floor of Bad Laura’s Bad Abode, drinking Passion Snap Champagne Cocktails, eating M&M’s, creating dream boys and then putting them into the dirtiest contexts the English dictionary would allow, all in a Russian accent.
Kate arrived in Melbourne, so after a leisurely day of lunch and Fitzroy, we laughed until we confessed those kind of secrets that used to be private smiles between us and our scandals. Welcome to Melbourne, Kate!
You’ll need this: Rules to Rude Word Scrabble
1. Think of a word.
2. Make it dirty.
EG “I want to flist Isaac’s squishy,” “Probe me, Patrick,” “If Taylor is hung like a picture, I want to mount him on the wall,” and, of course, “Are you still looking for penetration?”
WEDNESDAY: HOUSEWARMING @ BECC AND JANEE’S
Kate and I made our way around Sunbury, finishing her VU application for next year. We also plotted our revolutionary take-over of the music industry. The plan is to pool the resources we’ll get from our respective courses. She’s going Music Business, and while I’ll still be doing my Communications degree, I’ve picked electives to place me further within the music industry — Radio, Popular Music and Society and Introduction to PR. Together, we should be able to manage Becc’s dream career (until it gets too big for us and we have to call Elton John for help), and really give the Indie Music Mafia another kick.
I had to work that afternoon, so I was a late arrival, but I did bear witness to Becc and Heidi being intimate (Becc’s words, not Heidi’s) as they shared a moment over candlelight. Zoe and I made for great background music (“Chemical party lover DOWN!”)
Bad Laura, Zoe and I shall form a band, The Mismatched Shoes. I’m going to teach Bad Laura how to play bass. Admit it — she’d be the hottest bass player EVER! Next to Gavin DeGraw’s bass player and Janis Joplin from The Hovercrafts.
THURSDAY: ROLLOVER @ THE PALACE
THE Anniversary! Happy birthday to Sleazy Isaac. We were fucking wasted for you!
The night began with more Passion Snaps at Zoe’s place, before heading down to St Kilda to meet my brother and his mates, and shake some action.
The Vandas weren’t wearing paisley (tie-dye, WTF?), but the country air seemed to have done them good, they aced their delicious blend of aloof cool and alt. country rock groove. Yum. I wanted to hear that song of theirs that I adore that isn’t on the EP, but hearing ‘Hours Away’ was a nice makeup.
We always have a good time with The Hovercrafts. Getting Chris in on our game of Rude Word Scrabble was a bit of silly fun, especially since he didn’t know he was playing…
Janis Joplin: “Excuse us, we’re just having some technical difficulties.”
Bad Laura: “Technical difficulties!”
JJ: “It’s… not that funny…!”
BL: “Yes it is!”
Of course, that’s much funnier if you’ve been playing Rude Word Scrabble since Tuesday.
Janee and I fangirled Chris after the show…
JJ: “Sorry we SUCKED!”
Me: “You didn’t SUCK!”
JJ: “Oh, I think we SUCKED!”
Me: “Now look. We wouldn’t keep coming back if you did. Come here.” (opens arms out and hugs Chris)
We chatted about their next gig (keep reading), shared four more hugs, and made a pinky promise about something, I don’t remember what…
Hugged Hovercraft Total: 2. I. Love. This. Band!
FRIDAY: CHAMPAGNE @ THE ELEPHANT AND WHEELBARROW
I spent some quality time on the steps of the State Library, eating the Official Food of Tour 2004 (SUBWAY!) and reading Rolling Stone, before dawdling to Fitzroy and back to see if I could get my glasses fixed. Me and my dodgy glasses then headed back to have a quiet one, or ten, with Becc and Bad Laura.
Picture it: I’m at the bar, Becc and Bad Laura are at the table, and some random cuties are across the way. I hear this…
Bad Laura: “… mile high club… aeroplane sex…”
Random Cuties: “… sex…!”
I love you, Bad Laura!
SATURDAY: BRITISH INDIA @ THE DING DONG LOUNGE
Becc: “What’s happening, girlfriend? I feel like some live music.”
Nyssa: “Take your pick, British India or The Wellingtons. PS I know where Collusion are hanging out tonight.”
Becc: “Let’s make it happen!”
So, we donned our hottest shoes and headed on over to The Ding Dong to chill with Sam, Scott, Ravi and Hugh. And it was a bundle of fun. We spotto’d them because of their hair, which at the Ding Dong was no mean feat, and just nestled in right next to them. They’re huge British India fans, and it was the most adorable thing in the world to watch them be fangirls, singing the songs to each other and taking photos. This, of course, after two pots, yay for Stellas and Asahi on tap, compelled Becc and I to climb over the furniture and dance. Kids from Russia were the support, Becc probably wanted to murder me for not telling her earlier, but British India showed ‘em how it was done, so I’m enlightened and excited to see them play the Big Day Out. (Random, the second announcement has just been made, The Vandas are playing Melbourne! Squeee!) Photographer Sam took some photos, so I’ve already started to try and track those down.
I love my fangirl sisters, but I think it’s agreed that we need some boys who aren’t up on the rock pedestal, who we can talk with, flirt with, drink with and be friends with. Hopefully we’ve found some.
SUNDAY: THE HOVERCRAFTS @ THE RETREAT HOTEL
Zoe had to take around all the champagne we didn’t drink this week to Becc and Janee’s, which was a kind of poetic move. We ate ice cream and strawberries, the fangirl diet on Sober Sundays, which was very sweet.
Another sweet moment was that Zoe and I didn’t have to go fangirl The Hovercrafts to tell them thanks for playing in the neighbourhood — they came up to us. Janis and The Hair (haha, okay, AKA Chris and Dave) said thanks for coming to all the shows, and we chatted for a bit. It was a surreal place, I’m not used to chatting with musicians like that), and when I felt the convo coming to an end, with no one moving away, I busted out a line you reserve for people you actually know — “So, how are you?” — and I was suddenly hearing about Dave’s weekend at a friend’s wedding. It moved from fangirling to normal, and it was nice. Chris also had a vent about the rockband lifestyle, “We need a break, it feels like we’re burning the candle at both ends,” see the bonding session with Tim from Foreshore, which always touches me.
You have great songs and look good on a stage. Keep the faith.
Me and my iPod were dancing down Collins Street on Wednesday to this, I thought it was so appropriate.
xoxo Nyssa on the 5th January, 2011 | 2 comments
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