Deja Voodoo Changed My Life
Last night I saw Deja Voodoo play at a huge party in Parnell - Mikhal's 'goodbye bFM' party. I hadn't seen them play since they opened my BDO experience in January, and they were totally awesome and consequently are now my most favourite band ever. I can't stop listening to 'Today, Tomorrow, Timaru'. You too can hear them right here.
The Fanatics were great too. I didn't see Farmer Pimp, who played first, and the Bleeders didn't get to play at all, due to the collapse of a balcony at the seriously packed-out house. There was a bit of chaos, but no serious drama. Thanks to Hannah for the link.
Before I went out last night, while indulging in some untimely template-fiddling, I happened upon my blogger profile page. "2005 is the Year of Romance," it proclaims, before continuing "(It's also the Year of the MP3 Player.)"
Where is my romance??!
I suspect that at the time when I composed the 'About Me' text I actually was in the midst of something that, if you looked at it through a kaleidoscope under the influence of some heady skunk and six tequila shots, could have been called romance.
Aside from one or two recent trainwreck/romcom moments things are pretty slow right now - which, as it turns out, is not too bad at all.
Regardless, it certainly is the year of the mp3 player, and as fortune would have it I acquired my own piece of the mp3 player action a couple of months ago (thanks boss). Not that I'm above trying to blag an upgrade...
The Fanatics were great too. I didn't see Farmer Pimp, who played first, and the Bleeders didn't get to play at all, due to the collapse of a balcony at the seriously packed-out house. There was a bit of chaos, but no serious drama. Thanks to Hannah for the link.
Before I went out last night, while indulging in some untimely template-fiddling, I happened upon my blogger profile page. "2005 is the Year of Romance," it proclaims, before continuing "(It's also the Year of the MP3 Player.)"
Where is my romance??!
I suspect that at the time when I composed the 'About Me' text I actually was in the midst of something that, if you looked at it through a kaleidoscope under the influence of some heady skunk and six tequila shots, could have been called romance.
Aside from one or two recent trainwreck/romcom moments things are pretty slow right now - which, as it turns out, is not too bad at all.
Regardless, it certainly is the year of the mp3 player, and as fortune would have it I acquired my own piece of the mp3 player action a couple of months ago (thanks boss). Not that I'm above trying to blag an upgrade...
posted by Jessie at 02:40
7 comments
7 Comments:
Bah, you're not the only one lacking romance. I think 2005 must have been the year without romance. Hmm.
Nanos are nice though huh!
No way, romantic free ... shame on you New Zealand!
AND ... nice story (to win the ...) but, if I was the judge, I'd say the flower-smeller deserves the prize :-)
(BTW: I left the exact same comment at http://liverstone.blogspot.com/2005/09/charades.html by mistake - imagine the confusion)
Did you see the other article on the party in the Herald on Sunday? Apparently Bruno Lawrence used to live in the house.. fancy that.
Blogger puts a far too small limit on 'favourites' in profiles - deja voodoo still makes it on mine - scungey old men and I love them.
Hey I left a comment that has disappeared! I basically said that if you have an mp3 player (prob more usefull than romance) then maybe you will meet someone while listening to it and absent-mindely walking into them.
I like the song that goes i smoke P and I'm ok
Holy moly... Where was that?
I might start crying - I spent about two months of my life living on St George's Bay Road (at number 17, the backpackers with a few names)
Nuts. How fun :)
But now I'll be daydreaming for hours...
paulie
Haha Mike that's great!! Thanks for giving me a good laugh to start the week with :)
Hannah, I did see that article - did you see that huge headline! And there was a picture. It's reproduced here, but no pic unfortunately.
Rosie, maybe.. yeah that is a cool song!
Paul, the flat is on St George's Bay Rd but forty-something, I think.
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