How well did you like the song?

When I sat down to write about the best gigs I attended this year, I can probably be forgiven for being a little distracted by the potential awesomeness of 2008. As much as I saw some amazing live music this year (and perhaps one that will make the Of All Time list), the line up in the first 3 months of next year borders on ridiculous. Anyway, here we go. My favourite gigs of 2007.

I did 15 of them, because I tried for 10 and chickened out. I am so bad at the comprehensive list thing. I always feel bad for the ones I have to leave out. Which is why I also have a stupidly long ‘also ran’ list. Anyhoo –

15. The Shins @ The Enmore Theatre
Friday 10 August 2007

Being a more recent fan of The Shins (and particularly the albums Oh, Inverted World and Chutes Too Narrow) I was keen to see them live, but also a little unsure of what to expect. They didn’t really have a live show reputation. They exceeded expectations though and the thing I remember about this show is how much FUN it was. The crowd was having fun and the band was having fun. And it was a beautifully balanced setlist – plenty from Wincing the Night Away but fans of the first two albums were not disappointed.

14. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah @ The Enmore Theatre
Wednesday 23 May 2007

Beyond the few tracks played on Triple J, I wasn’t at all familiar with this band before I went to the show. And it was so good – a really generous crowd lapped up everything offered by Alec and the band, and their songs are catchy as hell.

13. The Black Keys @ The Enmore Theatre
Sunday 13 May 2007

You’d be hard pressed to find a more passionate and skilled guitarist than Dan Auerbach. Ditto for drummer Patrick Carney. The thing I love about this band is how much of themselves they throw into their music – for a two piece they have the most amazing sound. I saw them first at the Great Escape and was completely blown away and this time they did not disappoint. I also wrote about it here.

12. The Paper Scissors @ The Great Escape Festival
Friday 6 April 2007

Before I start this, does anyone know what’s going on with the Great Escape for 2008?! It’s all a bit mysterious.

Anyway, the Paper Scissors are one of the best Australian live bands going around. I just love the voice of Jai Pyne, and I’d take the opportunity to see them live any time, any where. I’ve seen them live a couple of times this year and I’m not exactly sure what it was about this particular gig, but I’ve put it down to the rain. The weather on this particular day of the Great Escape was diabolical, and the band was playing in the Tin Shed, one of the only covered stages. The place was full to the brim, and the vibe from the crowd was great.

Also, their sometimes-guest bass saxophonist is disturbingly attractive.

11. Rodriguez @ The Factory Theatre
Thursday 12 April 2007

It might be a little odd this gig made the list, but sometimes it’s more than the quality of a performance that will make it memorable.

The figure of Sixto Rodriguez is a mysterious one. Rumours of his death and a self-imposed musical exile gave the man an aura and legend status, and this combined with a cult following, particularly in the Southern Hemisphere, led to a huge demand for tickets to his Australian shows when he announced a surprise trip here in April. It was something I never expected in my life to experience – not while I was growing up listening to his music, and most certainly not when I came to appreciate it on another level all together later in life.

Part of the reason this night was special is that I shared it with my Ma. She introduced me to his music in the first place, and it possibly means more to her than it does to me. There was a feeling of full circle that night, and of a really special shared experience. Never mind that the guy was barely able to stand on his feet, and stumbled lyrically and musically through most of the songs – the experience somehow outweighed alla that. And he played, and didn’t cock up, the song Like Janis.

10. Cold War Kids @ The Forum
Friday 1 June 2007

Just making the top 10 is this gig at the Forum. The venue was really good – the three tiers gave the whole place a really intimate feel. I was more than a bit curious about the band – they had received a lot of hype, and it was going to be interesting to see if their live performance could live up to it.

And it really did. Nathan’s voice hit a spot in me, and the personality and energy from the band were really something else. Hospital Beds was a big highlight, as well as an energetic rendition of Saint John.

9. Tool @ The Sydney Entertainment Centre
Wednesday 24 January 2007

I really, really dislike the Entertainment Centre. And it’s not just the ‘big venue’ thing – I think the Superdome or Acer Arena or whateverthehell they’re calling in now at Olympic Park is a much better venue. There’s just this sterility about the place, and you feel a great, vast emptiness when you’re there that means no matter how hard you try you can never connect with a performer.

Anyway, all of this doesn’t take away from the fact that Tool put on a fairly awesome show at the Ent Cent in January. I’ve been a fan of their music for a pretty long time, and in my 18 year old days of NIN and other metal/prog rock stuff they ruled my world for a little while. Lyrically, for their genre, they’re excellent, and the thing I really love about them is the way the incorporate the visual into anything they do, whether it be their live shows or their album covers. This is music of the gut that grabs a hold of you and shakes you solidly – you feel it through every ounce of your being. When they played 42 & 2 it’s a little lucky that my head didn’t explode.

8. Modest Mouse + Dappled Cities Fly @ The Enmore Theatre
Wednesday 3 January 2007

This was a really awesome way to start the year. I wrote a little bit about it here. There seemed to be a couple of lack lustre reviews of this show – the main complaints being the lack of crowd interaction and the new-material-heavy setlist. Perhaps it was the fact that I’d never seen them live before, or maybe that I came to their music a little later myself? Whatever it was, I walked away from the Enmore that night with an enormous smile on my face, and the vibe and good feeling from that gig stayed with me for some time.

Also, I took Hellen along, who knew nothing about the band. And we had an awesome evening. And she is not only a fan now, she used Modest Mouse lyrics as one of the readings at her wedding in April. So that is pretty awesome.

7. Silversun Pickups @ The Annandale Hotel
Saturday 15 September 2007

It’s hard to figure out of this gig is so high on my list because of the awesome performance (which it was, by the way) or because it was such a wonderful surprise. I was sick as a dog that night, and tired as hell, but I was truly blown away. I wrote more about it here.

Like I said at the time, this band is the real deal.

6. Calexico @ The Basement

Sunday 25 February 2007

I went into this gig owning three Calexico albums, including the In the Reins EP they did with Iron and Wine. I tell you though – there is no way you KNOW this band until you see them live. This is the sort of music made in darkened rooms or dusty streets with just the love of music as motivation. Each and every musician in that band holds their own weight, and they have a sound all their own.

Also, they make you want to dance. Sometimes you just want to listen to music that makes you want to dance.

More here.

5. Magnolia Electric Co. @ The Annandale Hotel
Wednesday 8 August 2007

I love the Annandale Hotel. It’s a bit smelly and REALLY sticky and sometimes the sound is a bit off, but it’s a usually such an authentic live music experience that it makes up for it. Magnolia Electric Co. that Wednesday night is a good example of this.

I really believe that some of the best live music experiences stay with you for a really long time. I came out of this gig feeling very full – full artistically and musically and emotionally. And that feeling stayed with me for a really long time. The music of Magnolia Electric Co. and Songs: Ohia, for me, took a little getting used to. But when the penny dropped, I fell completely. Now sometimes nothing else will do.

And I still think Jason Molina looks like James Belushi.

More here.

4. Bill Callahan @ The Factory Theatre
Wednesday 7 November 2007

My experience of Mr Callahan as Smog at NIDA along with Newsom and Bird was good preperation for this. Bill on his own was a whole other thing though, and I was really unprepared for how much soul I’d find in his music that night. He came across a little reserved at NIDA – not in a bad way, just in a quiet pensive way. But this night was Bill in full flight, and it was something beautiful to behold.

His music is from such an earthy and honest place. The addition of strings was genius. Also, the Factory is a really great venue – a little out of the way, but then, when you live in Windsor, everything is a little out of the way.

3. Joanna Newsom + Andrew Bird + Smog @ NIDA
Friday 26 January 2007

There’s probably one word that aptly sums up that evening at the Parade Theatre – magic. It was honestly magical. The plush surroundings of the theatre were the perfect setting for the music of Newsom, which is in some ways not of this world. And it was the first time I’d experienced Mr Bird live – holy cow. It was a really special night for a lot of reasons and I wrote more about it here.

2. Wilco + Glenn Richards @ The Enmore Theatre
Saturday 21 April 2007

Wilco own a piece of my heart. A perfect evening with a perfect set (and almost perfect setlist) and a great crowd added up to something that rivalled for gig of the year. The anticipation I have for them in March is plus plus.

Adding to the magic of the evening was Glenn Richards, solo, as support. I love you Glenn.

I wrote quite a bit (well, gushed quite a bit) about the evening here.

Okay, drumroll please…

1. The Mountain Goats + John Vanderslice @ The Metro Theatre
Saturday 6 January 2007

Anyone surprised about this? Probably not. The great thing about music is that when it’s done right, it’s about so, so much more than just notes and sounds. This gig at the Metro, with my favourite band of all time, was honestly a life changing experience. It would be silly to write much more about it now, given the amount of gushing I gave it at the time, but I’m here to tell you now – my feeling about this night has not changed an ounce. Possibly one of the greatest musical of my life.


A note here about the Enmore Theatre – it probably isn’t odd that this list is Enmore heavy. It should be noted that good sound and lighting makes an ENORMOUS differernce to a show, and the Enmore just seems to get it so right every single time. To this end, let’s hope the Manning Bar is a decent venue, because I will be spending a lot of early 2008 there.

Notable mentions

Andrew Bird @ The Basement, Saturday 27 January 2007 – This might have made the top 15, only he’s already there once and, well, I cheated a bit. This was a great show, but the Basement is just a weird venue. I wrote about it here.

Patty Griffin @ The Clarendon Guesthouse, Friday 23 November 2007 – What an AMAZING voice. Enough emotion to carry you away. And the venue was intimate and perfect.

Elbow @ The Playground Weekender, Friday 9 March 2007 – I was blown away by this set and wrote about it here.

Damien Rice @ The EnmoreTheatre, Thursday 22 February 2007 – Wonderful voice, wonderful lyrics, wonderful instrumentation.

Whitley @ The Essential Festival, Wednesday 25 April 2007 – It was easy at the time to predict bigger things for this beautiful boy and his beautiful music.

Dead Letter Chorus @ The Hopetoun Hotel, Friday 15 June 2007 – Despite the interior of the pub being hot has a sauna, this was one of my favourite Australian gigs of the year. And they’re one of my favourite Australian bands.

The Panics + Whitley @ The Annandale Hotel, Friday 16 November 2007 – A good, solid show of great Australian music.

And I usually mention the worst gig experience of the year. This year, hands down –

Augie March @ The Metro Theatre, Sunday 18 March 2007 – I don’t really need to write anything else about this, because I already did here, and here. I love you Glenn, but sometimes people just suck.

So there you have it. Given the difficulty of this exercise I have no idea how I’m going to manage 2008.


I hope whatever everyone is up to tonight they are surrounded by good spirit and good people. I’ve never been one to go crazy about the new year, but there’s definitely something about seeing one year out and another one in. The idea of a brand new beginning can sometimes be a comforting one.

The picture outside the frame

There’s always a mental shift for me on my way to Wagga, and then again on my way home. It’s almost like a mini mental metamorphosis that takes place in the 5 hours between leaving Sydney and when I cross the Murrumbidgee near Gundagai. And I can’t really accurately describe WHAT it is – it’s more subtle than that. It’s more about mentally padding myself against the bombardment of my past, and then on the way home shedding all that padding so I can walk more easily as myself.

There are some things you can just never pad against or shed, though. If you’re known to someone or a group of people long enough, there are invariably things about you that they’ll take as given, regardless of how much you change and/or grow as a person. Like being a tom boy. I was never really a girly girl, but honestly, I think it had less to do with being a tom boy than it did with the whole competitive riding thing. It’s somewhat difficult to wear frocks and care about the state of your hair when you’re astride a horse and/or mucking out stables the majority of the day. But people assume things I guess. For the last few years (yep, I’m not talking about a short period of time here), every time someone from my family sees me in a skirt, I get the whole ‘oh my god, Karen is wearing a SKIRT’ thing. It’s like those years of non-skirt wearing have completely obliterated any part of their brain that can possibly comprehend it could happen.

And there’s also the whole assuming you’re still the same person you were when you were 16 thing. I mean, I appreciate every single thing I got for Christmas. It’s not really about gifts and the idea that someone put thought into what I’d like means a lot. But at times I feel like sending out a memo – U2 do not rule my universe any more. Also, there are only so many framed U2 posters and memorabilia one girl can take, year after year. Perhaps it’s my fault for being so hard to buy for. Which apparently I am.

Also, since I was 16, I’ve found out there’s a whoooole rainbow of wonderful colours out there. I still love the colour yellow, really, but I don’t need every cushion, towel, rug etc. in my house to BE yellow.

You can’t really explain these things to the people you love though, can you. Not without someone’s feelings getting hurt. They have a snapshot of you, right before the time that you stopped being primarily the daughter and the granddaughter and the sister and started becoming yourself. And because of that I guess I will continue to store and/or rotate those U2 pictures/calendars/wall hangings.

And I will also continue to be unerringly grateful for the people I have in my life who understand me as I am. And keep up with me as I grow and change – not inherently, but subtly. Because if you’re not changing, then you’re not learning. And it’s an honest to god tragedy I think to go through your life not learning.

Joy to the world

I’ll never really understand the need people have for dressing up their pets, but that is kinda cute. I doubt Bowie would sit still long enough for me to strap anything to his head (and probably rightly so), so this picture will have to do.

And while we’re on the Christmas thing, I’d like to point out to the rest of the country that IT DOES NOT SNOW HERE. The snowmen littering lawns all over the greater Sydney area? A little redundant people. Just so you know.

There’s something decidedly uneasy about the air tonight. When I parked my car just now, and walked inside, I noticed a certain electricity and flux about it. And it’s not just the wind – it’s like the world’s not breathing easy tonight for some reason.

Perhaps it’s the impending ‘silly’ season, or the change of daily routine for most of us. There’s the winding (or in my case, wound) down and preparing to exchange the work crazy for the family crazy. And perhaps I’m placing my own state of mind on the air around me – a few weeks of changing plans and rolling with the punches has left me reeling a little bit.

Sometimes it’s difficult to explain things. Like unpredicted outbursts of crying. Sometimes it’s not even that you’re sad. But it’s like a pressure valve that builds and builds – you place any more on something that has reached saturation point and the energy has got to escape from somewhere. And usually, the more you try and keep a lid on it, the more dramatic the outburst when it finally happens.

And how does a person let go of the anxiety of not knowing how it all ends? I have this constant thing of needing to know how things will end. Part of it stems from not liking to be surprised, and part of it is just the impatience of being me. I’m terribly impatient. I’m also not terribly trusting – not at all of people (because on this level I tend to trust too much I think) but trusting that the outcome will be the right one if I just let it be.

Anyway, I should go pack. Tomorrow plans realign and I make a start on my trip into the Wagga wilderness for yuletide and what not. I don’t even really know what yuletide means. I’ve spoken on the phone to my family in the last two weeks more then I have done all year I think – there’s something about this time of year that fosters an impetus to contact the people you’re related to.

Merry Christmas everyone. I’ll catch you on the flip side.

This song

This is not the sort of blog that does end of year lists, and I don’t really apologise for that. I’ve felt the need, though, to put out there and write about some of the stuff I’ve completely fallen for this year. So in the spirit of one year ending and another one beginning, here is a list of some of the songs I got swept up in in 2007. You’ll notice they weren’t all released this year. I’m okay with that. I think the wonderful thing about music is that you can be discovering and rediscovering music your whole life.

And sometimes I’m a bit slow on the uptake with these things.

As another preface, I have been exposed to more new music this year than I have in possibly my whole life. 2005 was the birth of something, 2006 was the growth of the monster, but in 2007 music has become not only all encompassing, but something to share with another person just as, if not MORE passionate about it than I am. And that’s a wonderful thing.

Also, they’re not ALL here. Given that I buy maybe an average of an album a week, listen to an amount of radio in the car, and anywhere from 2 to 8 hours of music a day on top of that, there’s no way I could write about them all. These are just some of the main ones that grabbed a hold of my heart and wouldn’t let go.

Another Radio Song – Okkervil River

I was going to be predictable and include something from The Stage Names here, and really, I love so much of that album is could have been one of maybe 6 songs. But I’ve chosen Another Radio Song, because I think it is the one that took me from over-zealous like of this band to out and out love. Kansas City sparked the interest, Red suckered me in, Blanket and Crib cemented the fangirl, but Another Radio Song is something else altogether. From the moment he starts with the ‘Bless this tiny alley…’ I am honestly puddles.

Apartment Story – The National

There once was a girl who lived in suburbia. She walked, pretty happily, through a life filled with work and occasionally music and art and Beautiful Things, but she more or less walked it alone. And then, amongst darkened rooms filled with wonderful music, and in a little apartment in the city, something grew. And this song somehow worked its way to being the story of that.

From TG&Y – The Mountain Goats

This song automatically gets cool points because JD himself put it up on the Mountain Goats forums for download. It didn’t make the cut for the new album, but there was so much love for it on the forums and amongst the fans generally that he thought it was a shame to let it go to waste (or to the fate of only ever being heard and/or traded on badly recorded bootlegs). Much love, forever, to JD. It’s a beautiful song, with (as expected) amazing lyrics.

Out behind the Safeway
Just before the flood
Puffed some cans of spray paint
And began to vomit blood

One more night in this town’s
Gonna break me I just know
Hang on to your dreams
Till someone makes you let them go

Atlantic City – Bruce Springsteen

In an email recently I said, about Bruce, that I’d been subconsciously turned off his music until very, very recently. After having a good long think about this, trying to figure out exactly why this is, I decided it’s all about what the song Born in the USA came to mean to other people. I didn’t really get a chance to make up my own mind about him or his music, because Born in the USA was being sung by guys driving utes and wearing wife beaters all over my tiny inland NSW world. So I wrote his music off along with all that chest beating, posturing what not, which is not at all fair. And then the song Atlantic City turned up on a mix CD from the boy, and holy moly – it was love love love. There is something about his voice that makes honey of my insides. I quickly picked up a copy of Nebraska and love the album too. But wait, that’s another post, right?

I’ll Believe in Anything – Wolf Parade

You know, I’m not going to write a lot about this song here. I have much bigger plans for it. I will say, though, that I have not been so profoundly effected by a song since, I don’t know… a really long time. I was obsessed for many weeks and I’m at the point now where I can sing it word for word. Usually very, very loudly, in my car, when no one else is listening or looking. I will also say that you would be stretched to find a more beautiful and well-written love song anywhere, by any song writer, on any album. This song has come to mean a lot to me for a lot of reasons. Genius? Yes.

What Light – Wilco

You know, I really get why some reviews of the album Sky Blue Sky were a bit meh. Sometimes people forget that it’s okay to make and/or listen to just straight up good music. And honestly, has there ever been a more upbeat SUNSHINE song then What Light? It makes me happy. And honestly, regardless of ANYTHING else, that makes it okay. So there.

Handsome Furs Hate This City – Handsome Furs

I could have put any number of songs from Plague Park here. It’s the beginning of this song that gets me though – the methodical keyboard, then Dan’s voice, with all that crazy staticy stuff in the background, and then that beautiful, beautiful drumming. I’ve never really been a fan of drumming machines, but honestly, the drumming in this song is just perfect. And when Dan sings OOOOOOOHH, I really gotta sing it too. And it’s really pretty as well, with all the ding donging noises and what not. And that tempo and melody change in the middle?!? Holy crap. Aha, anyway.

Us Ones In Between – Sunset Rubdown

I’m not sure I have my head around the idea of Spencer Krug just yet. And you know what? I am honestly okay with that. I think, with some things, the mystery is a good thing. It’s not that he’s purposefully ambiguous or ridiculously allusive – not at all. It’s just that I’m not sure we’ve seen the whole Spencer Krug thing play out yet. There’s a lot more there, and to be honest the idea of it is a little intimidating. But in that good way.

I could have put a few songs from Random Spirit Lover here, but in the end I went with something from Shut Up I Am Dreaming. I’m a sucker for lyrics, particularly lyrics that are poetry with a bit of ambiguity about them. And this –

You are a waterfall
Waiting inside a well
You are a wrecking ball
Before the building fell

Well, I just happen to think those are some of the more beautiful opening lines to a song ever. One girls opinion, of course.

Intervention – The Arcade Fire

This is one beast of a song. There was so much anticipation for Neon Bible, and I was a little apprehensive to be honest given my love for Funeral, but when I first heard Intervention I was cleanly blown away. I mean, when you start a song with organ like that it really has to be a winner, right? And it’s also a song for shouting out in the car, when you’re on your own. I, myself, am hoping and wishing and even praying to the indie gods for a Wake Up/Intervention encore in January. Although, if that actually came off, my head might explode.

Pittsfield – Sufjan Stevens

I’ve already written about this song here. And I reread it just now, and for once I don’t hate what I wrote. So you’re not getting anything else from me on this song for now 🙂 Except to say that every time I think of seeing him at the State Theatre next month my heart stops for a tiny second.

Another Day Full of Dread – Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy

You know those musicians you mean to get around to? Those ones that are constantly bought up in conversations, or on blogs, or on your Last.FM recommendations or whatever, but you just never get there. Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy was one of those artists for me. And then one weekend (I think it was a weekend) in SO Music in Newtown there was a copy of I See A Darkness and I thought what the heck.

And it’s honestly music that changed me. And changed the way I listen to other music. And I think that in itself is the biggest compliment music can receive, right? It hasn’t so much set a mark for everything else to follow – it more stretched me out to a place where I have room now for so many more things. If that makes any sense at all. And this song is my favourite on I See A Darkness. It’s the chorus, mainly. Smile a while, forget the bile, and watch it all come down.

Let the fire take its toll

I’ve had nothing for y’all. Sorry about that.

What I do have right now is a fairly potent combination of tangible disappointment, frustration, and longing. And really, considering the situation, it’s not productive OR fair that I dwell on any of these things. Because sometimes, no matter how many plans you have or how much anticipation you have, shit just happens.

I guess the level of disappointment is proportional to the level of anticipation. And that equates to some kind of balance. I guess.

So, what I’m going to do tonight is list the things I am looking forward to. Because really, even given the fact that my holiday stretches out in front of me with no concrete plans and/or possible quarantine, there is an enormous amount to look forward to –

• Time with the boy. All time with the boy is wonderful. Physical longing though is a whoooole other thing to out and out longing. And I’m not talking about the obvious here. Just so you know. There’s a lot you take for granted though, without even realizing you’re taking it for granted. S’all I’m saying.
• The crazy week in January where I see the National on Monday, Arcade Fire on Tuesday, the National on Wednesday, Spoon on Thursday, and Joanna Newsom on Friday. Nuts, right? Nuts but AWESOME.
• Laneway Festival and all associated side shows. I’d list them here, but I might pass out with the awesome.
• Even giving the uncertainty of Things, another week of no work. And regardless of how that week or so is filled, it will NOT be filled with WORK. And that in itself is cause for celebration.
• And you know what? The future in general is exciting. Get me over the next few weeks unscathed, and into 2008, and I reckon I don’t really KNOW how potentially exciting the future is. And that makes me feel good.

I might add Christmas to this list tomorrow. We’ll see I guess.

And yeah I get that some of this post is a bit cryptic, but whatareyagonnado. It’s late. I’m tired. So I’m going to leave you with some lyrics because really the song Elijah from the Mountain Goats album The Coroners Gambit is AMAZING and YOU ALL SHOULD GO FIND IT AND LISTEN TO IT IMMEDIATELY. If not for the jaw-droppingly amazing lyrics, then for the complete humanity and vulnerability in Darnielle’s voice. So go listen. Now now now.

Set the table
For three extra places
One for me
One for your doubts
And one for God

Let the incense burn in every room
Feel the fullness of time in the empty tomb
Feel the future kicking in your womb

I’m coming home


1 hour domestic flights are not supposed to be that difficult. Hooray for QLD weather!! And Brisbane traffic – what the hell is that all about?! And who the hell decides to do road works on the M5 at 10PM on a Wednesday night this close to the Christmas break??!

Oh well. I made it home. I have about a billionty mosquito bites but the break was nice. Itellyawhat though – one more day on that lovely property in the middle of the Darling Downs miles away from anywhere and I might have gone mad. There’s only so much day time TV one person can watch before their brain begins some sort of atrophy.

Bed now.

Summer time as it melts into dark

Wednesdays are the Long Days. They’re the feeling you get when you’re in a Biochemistry lecture and you’re trying so hard not to fall asleep but your eyes roll into the back of your head maybe every 3 minutes and there’s that foggy haze surrounding just about everything. They’re better than Tuesdays though. That agony of knowing you’ve only really just had a weekend, and even though the good feeling of that weekend is fading away, there’s a looooooong time before you’ll get another one.

Thursdays are okay in that you get to say TOMORROW IS FRIDAY. I spend my life right now counting down to Friday. I know you’re supposed to savoir every minute because life is short blah blah – I’m not wishing my life away. I’m just wishing the crappy parts of Monday to Friday away.

This week is a super special Friday owing to the aforementioned holiday. The next couple of days in the ol’ office are going to be pretty interesting, given the amount I need to get done between now and 5PM on Friday, but it will all be worth it.

When I’m in my car and on the M5 plummeting toward the weekend it will so be worth it.

Dah dah dah daaaaaaaaah dah dah. I haven’t listened to this New Buffalo album for a little while and it’s very nice tonight.

So I decided maybe an hour ago I was going to wash all the sheets and towels in the house. And in between the time of making that decision and washing said sheets and towels, it started with the raining. So right now my dining room table and chairs look like circus tent. Aha!

I’m feeling a little random tonight, can you tell?

Deck the halls

Okay SO I’ve neglected to mention (or maybe I did, actually, I probably did, but anyway) from Friday this week I have annual leave for TWO AND HALF MF WEEKS. It’s the first truly long break I’ve had in a really, really long time. And not only do I get to vacate my god damn office for this period of time, and all my god damn clients with their god damn annoying phone calls, I have it stacked full of fun plans plus plus. Like a trip to Brisbane to see Angela. Not Wagga Angela, UK Angela. Just in case anyone was wondering. And a trip to one of my favourite cities of all time, Melbourne. Including live music and wonderful restaurants and spending time with the boy. And time at home. Yes, I’m even looking forward to Wagga.

This Christmas is building itself up to be very good. No right way to say it – Christmas in the last few years has been wholly awful. And it’s no one’s fault – sometimes bad feelings and bad situations just compound upon each other, and when you put 10 + people in a room who are too close to all the shit going on, it’s only going to end badly. But this year, even with Dad’s health and the oftentimes volatile sister club, I think it’s going to be fun. There’s a baby now, and that definitely helps. There are a lot of things to be thankful for. And for once, at least, right at this very second, everyone seems to be getting along. They’re not BFF mind, but they’re being civil. And holy moly is that something to be thankful for.

The only truly annoying thing I have to do then is the Christmas shopping. There are no words to describe how much I dislike doing it, and the lengths I’ll go to avoid it. Which is why we’re here on December 4, with Karen having bought a total of 3 books for gifts.

Oh well.

Dear person who found this blog by Googling ‘Ani DiFranco Enmore 2008’,

Wait – do you know something I don’t know?? Or are you just randomly hoping, like I do?

Regards and such,


Letters to:

Dear Windsor,

Please stop attracting residents who own souped up V8 utes and who insist on driving said utes at stupid speeds up and down my quiet little street. I’d be forever grateful if you found a way to isolate them to, I don’t know, Bligh Park?

In hope,


Dear rain,

You’re lovely. And you make everything smell so good. Just hold out on the weekend, okay? At least until Sunday.

Thanks much,


Dear Arcade Fire,

For Pete’s sake. Gettin’ a little anxious. Do you not understand the potential disastrous clashes cooking up over here?

Impatiently yours,


Dear Spoon,

See above. I’ve been watching out for dates from you guys since AUGUST.

Increasingly impatiently yours,