Democracy is for Suckers

Hottest 100 time, the perfect opportunity every year to measure exactly how far I have drifted away from public opinion. And this year was real tough. Maybe I spent too much time listening to Jon Faine on 774, cos I really struggled to even find 10 songs to vote for this year.
So here is, in no particular order, my votes for 2010.

! - The Decemberists - The Rake Song
The album The Hazards of Love was disappointing, and this song didn't even really fit into the concept structure Colin and the rest tried to create. However, on it's own, it's creepier than finding Alan Jones naked in your pantry lathering himself in olive oil. Those "All Right" parts send shivers down my spine. If there has ever been a better song dedicated to infanticide, I'm yet to hear it.

@ - Flight of the Conchords - Hurt Feelings
Cos it's funny, and the world needs laughter. There always has to be a 'novelty' song that rates well every year, so this will do I suppose.

# - Jordie Lane - Fell into me
OK, I have got to be honest, I haven't even heard this song. But the other Jordie Lane songs I've heard are damn good, and considering they weren't on the list figured I'd vote for this one. That's pretty much how Democracy in Politics works anyway.

$ - Kram - Silk Suits
Well, this song is pretty good, pretty fun. It's essentially Spiderbait without Whit playing around with his Gizmo's. And I spent Christmas last year with Kram and his family back in Finley, and it was a lovely time. So I figured I may as well vote for him out of extended family loyalty.

% - Matt and Kim - Daylight
I'm voting for this just to flip the bird at Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's. Cos this is essentially the same kind of thing, but it came out beforehand and is nowhere near as cheesy.

^ - Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man
Duh.

& - Paul Dempsey - Ramona was a Waitress
I love tall sexy men. And Tex Perkins or Nick Cave doesn't have a song this year to pinch this vote.

* - Paul Dempsey - Out the Airlock
See Above

( - Sugar Army - No need for lovers
Any band that can write a song based on the real life case of lesbian teenage vampire goths who murder a friend and then dismember the body and have sex in all the blood and guts over the course of several days before attempting to hide the corpse, without resorting to Doom/Death Metal cliche deserves a big tick in the box I reckon.

) - Whitley - Head, First, Down
Pop song of the year. Makes you wonder what the fuck is going on when dudes like Whitley can make great music and remain relatively anonymous, and yet dudes like Lady Fuckin Gaga can make tripe filled with excrement and make gazillions of $$$.

So there it is. Yay, my contribution to 12 more months of loathing and resentment when practically none of the songs that I tolerated are appreciated by anybody. But then, how else am I supposed to measure my decent into becoming a bitter old man?

He smells like Bed Man!

Life, unlike pager technology, seems to be rather cyclical at times. This weekend just passed could very well have been one of many of the last ten years, and certainly one of the finest. All the occurrence's had some kind of retro-charm, as I indulged with some of my finest friends the typical shenanigans we know so well. Firstly, there was house moving with my top mate Bryan, which went as flawlessly as anyone can hope. Of course I did cop a nasty blow to the ol' testes, and Bryan did leave the door open to the vacating house in Camberwell, but compared to some moves (hi Jon!), this was as smooth as a Westpac rates analogy.
Then of course I was blessed with the delightful presence of two of my oldest and dearest chums, Dallas and Jon, otherwise known collectively as Craig Turley. These last few years I haven't been around the boys as much as I would like, but saturday night felt like a winding back of the clock. I can only hope that evenings as such will become more common again. Not forgetting of course Chan and Tris and Jessie and Squire and Annie and Damian by phone correspondence, each and all wonderful company, but there was something a little bit special about having a laugh with those two dingus' again.
And then the ultimate barometer of such things nostalgic and sentimental, Bryan hurt himself in an astonishingly spectacular fashion, and yet was able to hold his head high, the pain deep deep inside and his dignity well and truly intact! As is his way.

So one and all, thank you for the last few days, and three cheers to many more!

The division between apathy and exhaustion

I've realised I haven't been very prompt in using this new fandangled internet contraption. I understand that the point of setting up a blog is to indeed, use it. And I will. Soon. Once I have something to say.

But until then, meh.