Never mind about the benefits, never mind about the cost

I’m always in a rush. I’ve given some thought to that this afternoon, and I think it’s because of how much I over think things in my head. Generally any situation or possible situation is turned over and over and around and in and out of my head so many times that I have lived and relived it. It means that by the time the actual experience comes around I’m always anticipating. And rushing. There are some mantras here I should probably recite to myself – savour the moment, let things take their course, all in good time etc. etc. I don’t have to get to the destination as quickly as I possibly can – the view along the way can be worth seeing.

Such a good weekend. I forget, often, what it’s like to pull yourself away from the day to day blah and to completely immerse yourself into another thing or another person with little distraction. Today I’ve emerged with some apprehension about the week and kinda blinking and squinty – the bright and harsh reality of work and moving next weekend kinda slapped me upside the head today when I hit Parramatta Road.

Still, there’s some excitement about the move on the weekend. New physical space to match the new head space. Well, increasingly new head space. And genuine gratitude as well – there are people coming out of the woodwork everywhere to help. Somehow I have a horse float and an army of helpers organised for Saturday and I haven’t had to do a thing. Without asking, every person at work has started saving boxes. It’s really, really nice.

Tonight I’m having a go at the books and the CDs. I sorta thought I might leave the CDs till last, seeing as I KNOW the second I pack them away I’ll get to thinking I just MUST listen to Beautiful Freak by the Eels or something but it’ll be stuck in a box somewhere. I think I need to get that stuff out of the way first though, the surface stuff, before I tackle the cupboards.

Otherwise it’s early to bed for this girl tonight. I can’t stop yawning.

More than life

  • I got nothing much tonight – a day of work stupidity following a day of music awesomeness has put a stop to my brain function.
  • I’m a little giddy, but in that good way.
  • It’s really damn cold here tonight.
  • I might take the extra doona to la Hotel del Probert, just in case.
  • So much is happening.  It’s all exciting and wonderful and terrifying and fast.  It’s left me a bit breathless.
  • I really, at some point in my life, should see a whole live set by Dappled Cities Fly.  I really think it would be worth the effort, because every song I’ve ever seen has been fairly awesome.
  • Old Man River + Whitley = great.
  • You should all go read the latest blog entry by Brad Zellar.  My god.  His writing all at once does wonderful and terrible things to my heart.
  • That is all.


Dear Gods of the internets,

Please grant me the strength to get through the next two weeks. Give me the motivation and concentration to achieve an amazing amount at work tomorrow morning, and the mental fortitude to forget about work when I’m not there and doing much more fun things tomorrow afternoon. Also grant me the patience to be in the same room as my boss without acting out my current homicidal tendencies.

Thanks v much.


Walk a little farther to another plan

Whoa.  Today was nuts.

This is me going to bed before 11pm.  I KNOW!  Who’da thunk it.  Tomorrow, though, I have to fit both Tuesday and Wednesday into one day.  So I really should get some sleep.

I had so many good intentions about packing my books tonight.  Didn’t really happen so much.  Not happening tomorrow night, either, what with the 7:30pm conference call at work and then possibly drinks after.  Definitely not happening Wednesday night, what with the music festival and all.  Friday through Sunday is definitely out, what with the staying in Newtown and what not.

That leaves Thursday.  AHA!  Oh well.  Some things are more important than packing.  I figure worst case scenario is that I back the horse float up to the front door, clear the place out front to back, and sort it out when I get there.

I found boxes on Saturday morning.  That’s a start, right?

Do you still love rock and roll?

Holy cow people.  It’s only April, and 2007 has just delivered another gig worthy of consideration for gig of the year.  And we all know how good that Mountain Goats gig was, right?


I just cannot wipe the grin from my face today.  This is actually for a few reasons, but one of the main ones is the sheer awesomeness of what I experienced last night at the Enmore.  One of things I love about live music is how unpredictable it all is – so much can go wrong.  Last night, though, I hazard to say that that Wilco set was perfect.  Not so much WHAT they played (Ashes of American Flags or Reservations would have been amazing) but just the way they ripped through the set, how they threw all of themselves into each song and how every one of the musicians in that band, in their own right, is amazing.  And Jeff Tweedy, am I right, has one of the best live voices around.  We were saying last night that even though it’s not technically staggering, there is just something about Jeff Tweedy’s voice.  I could listen to it all day.

Anyway, I digress.

It’s hard for a gig like this to list highlights, considering the whole damn thing is one phenomenally awesome blur, but highlights for me were I Am Trying to Break Your Heart (alternately crashing and delicate), Muzzle of Bees (so beautiful), Via Chicago (WHOA with the drumming!), Impossible Germany (one of my favourite tracks on the new album), Jesus Etc. (the crowd didn’t let Jeff down and sang along nicely), I’m The Man Who Loves You (I very nearly lost myself at this point), The Late Greats (this song is so much fun live), and Misunderstood.  When the band got to the point of Jeff shouting out NOTHIN’, NOTHIN’, NOTHIN’ over and over again, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only person in the room a little dizzy with the awesomeness.

Jeff Tweedy is a funny guy too.  I really love it when bands interact, or at least try to, with the crowd, and last night his jokes about NSW/QLD rivalry and Tasmania really won the crowd over.  They played for a little over two hours and the second encore was at least 40 minutes long.  Honestly though, the whole show felt like it took 10 minutes.

My main man Glenn Richards also didn’t let the side down.  I really love Augie March, anyone who knows me even remotely well knows that, but to hear Glenn last night on his down, with just Kiernan on the harmonica, was a real treat.  You can love or hate or be ambivalent about Augie March, but you can’t argue with the quality of the songs.  I think last night, when I watched Glenn’s set, that’s what stood out to me.  He writes truly amazing songs.  Highlights were Bottle Baby (SIGH), a cover he did of Ohio River Boat Song (by Will Oldham) and also a hauntingly beautiful acoustic version of This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers.  I was also so happy that the crowd was quiet and respectful and listening.  Black/white to that Metro crowd recently.

The Enmore is also quickly cementing itself as one of my favourite live music venues in Sydney.  Every gig I’ve experienced there has been good to amazing, and the sound quality and lighting is always so good.  When they clear all the chairs out from downstairs it just feels so right.  I am very, very excited to experience the Black Keys there in a few weeks.

Both Wayne from Oceans Never Listen and Sean from A Reminder have very nicely posted set lists and also written really good reviews.  I’m sure though, given a few hours, there will be Sydney blog frenzy about last night.

I’m going to go and try and sleep for an hour before going to the Annandale tonight with the sister and Disco Stew to see Agnostic Front.  I’m not sure there could be two more different gigs to attend in one weekend, but what the hell.  I’m game 😉

Public announcement

RE: Relocation of Crazyfangirl Headquarters

Due to mental restructuring and future expansion plans, the headquarters of Crazyfangirl INC (hereafter referred to as CFG HQ) will be relocating from Wilberforce to Windsor. The move at this stage is temporary, however in 6 months the objectives and goals of the organisation and all its stake holders will be reassessed, and a long term structural plan will be implemented.

The physical move will occur on May 4, 2007. In the mean time there may be some interruptions to scheduled services. We apologise for any inconvenience and look forward to coming to you live and loud from our new, super swanky and super sized location very soon.



Not for the likes of you and me

You know, I hit a point about 3 months ago where I thought if I heard the song One Crowded Hour by Augie March one more time I’d end up hating it.  So for that long I’ve kinda been shunning it.  But I’ll be damned – just now, on JTV, when they put on the clip and I heard the opening bars of the song, all the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I started grinning uncontrollably.

I want to be meh about this song, I really do.  I just don’t have it in me.

Saturday dawns bright and blue and just a little less than warm.  I have some decisions to make about what to do with my day – there’s so much shit piled up on my desk at work, but I might head in there tomorrow and get that done.  My boss won’t be there then and I stand a chance of actually achieving something.  I know that this coming week will be full of confrontation, heated discussion and an enormous amount of work, but I really hope that by the end of it there will be some change.  Because there sure as hell needs to be some change.

Also, today I’m off to find some boxes.  And so begins the packing.  Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing?  Well, I really, really do.  It’s exciting though.  For the last, well, 2 years really I’ve felt this need to move forward and make changes and achieve things.  And sure I’ve done some of that, but I really think, while not being the answer completely, moving from this little hole in the wall is a very positive step.

I have no doubt it will mean Very Good Things.

I also have two problems this morning –

A)  How do you get candle wax out of carpet?  The scraping with the knife thing is kinda not working.  I think at some stage I’m going to have to involve heat.

B)  Right now my iPod is stuck half in and half out of its swanky new rubber case.  It has been this way for a week.  It’s stuck fast – no going up, no going down.  Everyone I have asked about this has given me the ‘break the seal’ answer.  I’ve tried, really.  I think perhaps I’m going to have to get surgical.

Also, Jeff Tweedy today is somewhere in this city.  Aha!  I know tonight will be amazing.

Maybe all I need

  • I have not forgotten to write.  Really.
  • There is just a lot of shit going on right now.
  • CFG HQ is relocating.  Stay tuned for further developments.
  • Elvis Perkins owns a piece of my heart.
  • I just can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am about that.
  • I just know they’ll play Shot In The Arm and I might burst.
  • There are roads converging on Saturday that should make for interesting observation.
  • Buying white goods is hard, man.
  • God damn it, I need to start packing.  I guess the good thing is now I don’t have to worry about fitting in another bookcase.  It’ll be a matter of what ROOM I want to put it in.
  • What the hell am I going to do with all that space?
  • Fold back clips or bull dog clips?  It’s a serious source of contention in the modern day workplace.
  • What you need when you’re A) too busy to organise your own birthday party and B) thinking it’s too much bother because probably no one will show up anyway is a best friend who is equal amounts of tenacious and organised.  I’ll be happy so long as I don’t end up on a stage at a drag show again with a microphone in my face.
  • In all the excitement of Wilco I forgot about Glenn.  Glenn Richards SOLO on Saturday night!
  • How on earth I will get through the night without fainting is beyond me.
  • So much is happening tomorrow.  The boss gets back.  The lease gets signed.  I’m a bit glad I don’t have anything on tomorrow night.
  • Except sleeping.  Sleep is good.
  • Okay, seriously, anyone doubting the good in human nature or human endeavor in general or even the state of just being should listen to the song While You Were Sleeping by Elvis Perkins.  Repeatedly.
  • I need to go to bed.

Summertime as it melts into dark

I was going to post tonight about the Great Escape.  I really was.  But then I started emailing people, and then I started chatting online, and then it became 11pm.  And really, I should go to bed now.  I have a fuckton of work to do tomorrow and I need to kinda concentrate.  Well, at least if I don’t want anyone to be deported.

That would be bad.

I am so loving the new New Buffalo album, Somewhere, Anywhere.  It all started with Cheer Me Up Thank You and right now it’s all about Stay With Us.  There’s a lot to love about this album, including the sparse and almost quirky vocals, the sweet melodies, and the very good lyrics.  It’s heart salve is what it is.

On Saturday night, if I don’t BURST WITH ANTICIPATION between now and then, I see Wilco.  Wayne posted a dream set list and I tell you, it’s not half bad.  If they come even close to this I’ll walk away deliriously happy.  I hope they balance out the new stuff with the old – seemingly from past set lists they’ve done this, but I guess you never know.

We all need to send collective brain vibes to Jeff et. al. so they play Shot In The Arm, okay?  Thanks.