I think I am finally adjusting to the pace of what is my life circa 2007. On the professional level I have been thrown into the deep end with a slew of projects which will keep me busy for the next four months. I am currently in a pretty senior position in my field and that means greater responsibility and much earlier starts to the day than I am used to. (I thought the daily 8.30am sharp meetings would kill me, but I am slowly adjusting to the pace and the long work day). The work is very challenging and somewhat different to the usual design stuff I have done in the past as 99% of the stuff I am doing is of an adults-only nature.
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Yeah, yeah stop your whining! I’m still alive. In fact, I’m better than just alive… I’ve been otherwise occupied and subsequently all you Dogmatic droogs have been missing out on the latest and crazy happenings of the counterculture cesspool we all seem to love.
And what better way to kick things back into order than with the announcement of Slayer’s forthcoming blitz on these here shores (most of us) know as Australia.
This is huge news for a Slayer die-hard like yours truly, but what is even more mindfuckingly amazing is that Mastodon will be in tow to really make this a double-bill not to be missed!
The dates are below. See you at the Melbourne gig. (I’ll be the one in the black tee!)
TOUR DATES:
April 12th Thursday @ Metro City, Perth
April 14th Saturday @ The Barton Theatre, Adelaide
April 15th Sunday @ Vodafone Arena, Melbourne
April 17th Tuesday @ Hordern Pavilion, Sydney
April 19th Thursday @ Riverstage, Brisbane
I begin a new gig tomorrow as ‘Senior Multimedia Designer/Creative Director’ for a well established Melbourne Design house. I am excited about this prospect and eager to get stuck into it all. Having said that, I am a little disappointed my vacation is all but over. Especially since I have met the most amazing and incredible person to have ever entered my life, and the past couple of weeks have been nothing short of blissful!
Last night we decided to check out the infamous ‘Punk Metal Eviction Party’ and whilst we were getting ready, my girlfriend stole a kiss as we were taking our portrait pic. But hey, she can steal kisses whenever, wherever she likes - I ain’t ever gonna complain.
Although said ‘party’ proved to be a fizzer, (we had a feeling it would be a non-event) we had a fun night nonetheless. But I am biased, just being in her presence is always a fun time and always an experience which leaves me feeling all giddy inside.
Somebody I know, is going to wake me up from this dream. But for now - I’m the happiest person on Earth.
The invitation to the ‘Punk Metal Eviction Party’
Although I am feeling a little exhausted, the past week has been one awesome instance after the other. Last night, my girlfriend and I decided to go for a midnight stroll along St.Kilda beach. It was warm out and it seemed like the perfect thing to do. We walked to the beach which was a bit of an ordeal for yours truly as the doofus that I am - tried to break in some Doc Martin’s boots last week and subsequently my left heel is in a diabolical, painful mess! As we were crossing Acland St to head to the beach, we were approached by a guy who wanted to invite us to his weekend ‘Punk Metal Eviction Party’. He saw the camera over my shoulder and asked if I was a photographer. I said, “I try to be…” Anyway, we walked back to his table and he proceeded to draw the invitation for us. How he managed to do that is beyond me and whilst I humored him - my girlfriend was trying hard not to burst out laughing. On paper - pardon the pun - the party sounds like it is going to be a wild night. I am not sure if we do rock up, but if we do - I have been given carte blanche to take as many pics as I want. Which, could be very, very interesting!
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l to r: Trent Reznor, Alan Moulder, Atticus Ross
Hard to believe, but a new Nine Inch Nails album is just around the corner. Having been a NIN diehard since 1989, one becomes accustomed to waiting 5 years between releases. Always a frustrating process that does try the patience of a fan, but it looks like sometime in the first half of ‘07 - we’ll have new Nine Inch Nails material to devour.
Today on Trent Reznor’s blog on the official NIN fansite, Reznor posted the following:
“Today marks the official start of mixing the new record. The troops have convened, the planets have aligned and my insecure phase has passed - thanks for your concern.”
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Hosier Lane was a hive of activity yesterday afternoon
The past week has been one of pure magic and overwhelmingly awesome good times. Day after day, it never ends and I find I am pinching myself constantly to see if this is all real! It is making me dread the fact that I begin a new gig on January 8 because I will need to get myself back into work-mode for the coming year. Regardless of that fact, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach that there is something different and somewhat enchanting about the days - and the year - that lies ahead. Having said that, the past week has been one of constant mindfuckingly awesome moments and instances.
Yesterday I spent some time doing something I truly love… trawling the underbelly of Melbourne’s streets and alleyways and shooting all the urban, grungy fixations and graffiti this city has to offer. Difference is… I was not doing it alone.
New Year’s Eves come and go. One after the other, they pile on and then splinter away as the hour draws far away from midnight.
Some, are memorable. Some, we’d rather forget.
Some, are awe inspiring and purely magical.
After a turbulent year - I now find myself in the arms of someone who has taught me to live again.
Together, we made a pact to list down the bad things that have happened to both of us over the course of 2006. Together we would sit on the sand of St.Kilda beach amongst all the insanity of the party revelers around us and forget the negativity that had infested our lives and instead, focus on the good that is to come. Without a moment’s hesitation, we set those lists on fire. We watched the pain and all the bullshit that clings to it… burn into black ash. We buried the past.
Continue reading ‘Let The Wild Rumpus Start’
