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31 January 2003

We couldn't all be cowboys...

Yay! A third Sydney concert at the Horden on March 6th (and two days before my birthday too). I’m so there. My friends think I’m slightly (ok, well totally) obsessed because I’m going to be seeing them three times but hey, I may not get the chance to see them live again so I’m going to make the most of it while I can. The info isn’t up on the Ticketek website yet, but tickets go on sale on Friday, February 7th for those who may be interested.

I’m on my feet, I’m on the floor, I’m good to go…

My friends and I went to the Jimmy Eat World concert on Wednesday night, and even though the band apologised for playing a craphouse gig, I thought it was pretty damn good! If that was a bad gig, then they must really kick ass when they’re on.

Andrew, Yul, Ben and I have been looking forward to the concert for quite some time now, sending each other countdown messages for the last 20 days (cause we’re dorks like that) and bugging the hell out of our other, less enthusiastic, friends who were also coming. You can just imagine how uber excited we were when there were no more sleeps til 'Jimmy Day'.

Getting into the city was rather, erm…eventful with Hayley driving. Just picture the scene from Clueless when Dion, Murray and Cher inadvertently end up on the freeway and they all start shrieking, happening every 10 minutes or so. That is all I have to say about Hayls driving ability...

The support band, The Pictures, don’t deserve any more than a fleeting mention cause they just sucked ass. Andrew’s band can play so much better than them. Or perhaps I’m just biased cause he’s one of my good mates, heh.

The more adventurous members of our group managed to push our way right to the very front of the stage, scoring prime position right in front of Jim’s microphone. The band opened with A Praise Chorus, their latest single with Tom doing Davey’s part, and the crowd went nuts. Keeping the momentum up they went into Salt Sweat Sugar and then Your New Aesthetic. I’m really glad the guys were down there with us though because there were times when some idiots behind us went a little too psycho with their moshing and crowd surfing. Being the gentlemen that they are, the guys stood behind us and did a pretty good job of making sure us ladies didn’t get hurt :) The moshing went a little crazy towards the end but not as bad as some other moshes I’ve been in. I left without any bruises so that’s a good sign.

It was a good mix of songs, playing a lot of stuff off 'Bleed American' as well as the fan favourites from 'Clarity' and 'Static Prevails'. Hearing them play my three favourite songs of theirs, For Me this is Heaven, Lucky Denver Mint and Just Watch the Fireworks made my night! I could have heard just those three songs and I would have still left a very happy camper. As much as I like The Middle, Sweetness and their other new songs, I really think their older ones really do showcase their talent.

Jim stuffed up The Middle, singing in a part where he shouldn’t have but the song still went off! After this song, the band went off stage and Jim came back on and apologised. I felt really bad for him because he thought he let us down, and that we all had a bad time etc. etc. but I think he was a little harsh on himself. Like I said before, I thought they played well but it was sweet of him apologising for what he thought was a crappy night. At least you could see that they really do care about the experience their fans have, and he promised that ‘next time we come back, we’ll make it up to you’.

They all came back on and ended with Sweetness, but I was surprised to see Zach, the drummer, walking off stage midway through the song. I don’t know if many other people noticed or if they were too caught up moshing to care. The song still kicked ass, but ended the concert on a rather weird vibe. Apparently they were supposed to also play Goodbye Sky Harbor as part of the encore but scrapped it after Jim’s speech. That probably explains why the concert only went for a little over an hour, 'cause Goodbye Sky Harbor is their brilliant 15 minute song and would have made the concert go for a more ‘normal’ length. Bugger. Nevertheless, I still had a great night.

The setlist (a little out of order) for those who care:
A Praise Chorus
Salt Sweat Sugar
Your New Aesthetic
If You Don’t, Don’t
For Me this is Heaven
Blister
Lucky Denver Mint
Cautioners
Get it Faster
Authority Song
Just Watch the Fireworks
No Sensitivity
The Middle
Sweetness

Post concert fun entailed piggy back races down George St. and gorging ourselves on gelato at Double Bay…mmm, gelato…

Ear Candy: 'Call it in the Air' -- Jimmy Eat World

20 January 2003

Now the days go by so fast

My friends and I decided to have a picnic on Saturday but a) we couldn’t be bothered to make sandwiches, salads and other picnic hoopla, and b) no one wanted to leave and buy food because the lines for all the takeaway places were too long, so we were left with only one option...

    Pizza Hut phone guy: Take away or home delivery?
    Riss: Uh, delivery
    PHPG: What address please?
    Riss: Err, South Cronulla Beach
    PHPG: Pardon me?
    Riss: The park next to South Cronulla Beach, near Cronulla RSL. Um, we’re sitting under the first tree near the pathway…

It took me five minutes to convince him that we were really down there waiting for food!

***

My good friend Jasmine is heading off on a 10 month European adventure on Saturday. My grand plans for making her a little Bon Voyage kit didn’t eventuate, instead I just made her two mixed MD’s for her to listen to- Larissa’s Fantabulous Mix #1 and #2. Hehe, quality stuff indeed.

We had a farewell BBQ for her last night and it was just weird thinking about what it’s going to be like without her around. She won’t be there for me to bug when I feel like gossiping and I won’t have anyone to discuss the latest happenings on Buffy with when she goes! Gah. I know it’s only for 10 months, but she’s been a permanent fixture in my life for so long. I’m going to miss her muchly *sobs*.

The funny thing about missing people is that although you may miss more than one person, the missing feeling does not overlap the other. Nor does it mean that when you miss two people you are sharing the missing feeling between the two of them. I guess I am speaking for myself here when I say that when I miss someone, I miss them bad and once I miss them it will be a continual thing even when I talk to them or even see them. How weird is that? Sometimes, missing someone is the sweetest feeling. Bittersweet.

***

January 29th – Jimmy Eat World @ The Metro (only 9 more sleeps)
February 13th – Jason Mraz @ The Brass Monkey (sweet, this is like a 10 min drive from me)
February 27th – Counting Crows @ The Enmore (woohoo!!!!!)
February 28th – Counting Crows @ The Enmore (I want to go but still not sure if I’ll be able to convince anyone to come with me a 2nd time)
March 15th – Ben Folds, Ben Lee and Ben Kweller @ The Enmore (yay!)

My Holy Trinity of bands are Counting Crows, Jimmy Eat World and Ben Fold’s Five, so the fact that I’m seeing all of them (and I’m counting Ben Folds even though BFF are no more) in the span of a couple of weeks has me SO. FREAKING. EXCITED.

I’ll be forking over more cash when tickets to this year’s season of the Australian Ballet go on sale. I really, really, really want to see Romeo and Juliet (my favourite ballet), as well as American Masters and the Bella Trilogy.

So much for me trying to save.

Ear Candy: 'Pretty the World' -- Matt Nathanson
(Yet another guy with a guitar who is just awww)

18 January 2003

We all want something beautiful

The day is going to be so nice. It's days like this, when the sun is out, and the sky is a glorious blue that I wish I had someone to share it with. Of course I try not to let it show, but it's there.

Love is amazing, and dreamlike and belongs in pages of books and on movie screens, but at the same time it's cruel and hard and should stay on the pages and not leap out into reality if it's only going to end in heartache and hardship. Does anyone ever keep love, or is it the kind of thing that dulls with time and instead of love it's just dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, and fights over him playing golf every weekend and never helping around the house?

Welcome to Cynicalville, population: Riss.

I wish I could sail through life without much thought and without any trouble, and just smile and be that kind of happy.

Ear Candy: 'Stellar' -- Incubus

17 January 2003

Schmeh...

Lazzzzz. What are you doing?
I was doing what most normal people do at 2am on a Friday morning. SLEEPING.

I really should turn my mobile phone off at night. A couple of my friends went to Coyotes *shudders* last night. For the uninitiated, ‘Coyts’ is where most people in the 17-25 age bracket (so many underagers get in) who live in the Sutherland Shire go on a Thursday night. The place is so dodgy, with the only redeeming feature being the fact that all night the drinks are $2.50. Oh the memories of that place when my friends and I had just turned 18 and the drinks were only $2.00, it was good to just be able to stumble home...I refuse to go there now because it's just so...ick (for lack of a better word).

Too drunk to drive, too broke to get a taxi and too lazy to walk home, they decided to call me and ask if they could crash at my place since I don’t live too far away. I really couldn’t say no, especially knowing how they act when they’re off their nut. My mum is a light sleeper and came out into the lounge room when they got there since their attempts at keeping quiet failed miserably. I thought she’d be pissed off but she just laughed and offered to make them something to eat, heh. I'm glad my mum, well both my parents, get along with my friends so well. Hell, my mum found out that one of my friends was pregnant before I did!

Anyway, it’s my mum’s birthday tomorrow and as part of her present my dad and I are taking her to see the Mark Morris Dance Group perform tonight. I’ve heard mixed reviews about this performance but I’m still psyched to see it. Plus, it gives me an excuse to wear the new outfit I bought today, hehe. I usually wouldn’t wear something like that because it's so not me (it's a little too glam and figure hugging for my liking), but my mum said it looked nice so I ended up buying it.

12 days til Jimmy Eat World, woohoo! (not that I’m counting or anything)

Ear Candy: 'Lucky Denver Mint'-- Jimmy Eat World

15 January 2003

Bleh...

This is as close as anyone else is getting to seeing a little me dancing. I was about 8 when this was taken. There are so many things wrong with me in this picture: I’m not turned out or ‘tucked in’, I’m not pointing my feet properly, my arms are over extended and my posture is just all kinds of wrong. In short, this should be an example of how not to stand, heh. I actually still have those ballet shoes somewhere with all my old dancing costumes for memories sake.

Also, if anyone wants to do a jazz class with me at Sydney Dance Company (near Circular Quay) tomorrow night at 6:30pm drop me a line, the people I usually go with are all busy and I get bored easily if I don’t have any company. We normally do the intermediate/advanced classes on Thursdays but I’m going to do beginners since I’m so hideously unfit and need to ease my way back into it again.

Trivia!

Tuesday nights have become Trivia Nights for my friends and I. The fine establishment that is Northies has trivia every Tuesday night, complete with cash prizes (all the more incentive to go and play).

One of the rounds last night was movie themes, where we had to listen to 15 songs and name the 15 movies they came from. The reaction my friends gave after they revealed the topic of the round was quite comical, with everyone on our team turning to me and saying ‘Laz, you could answer these on your own’. Which I did, hehe. I only missed one song. Go me! I recognised the piece of music because a dancing friend of mine did a contemporary solo to it but I couldn’t remember if it was from Sliver or The Mission. It bugged the crap out of me and I’m one of those people who when I can place something gets really annoyed. I ended up putting down Sliver but it was from The Mission. Bugger.

Anyway, going into the last round we were coming first but then we stuffed up five questions leaving us in 4th place at the end of the night, which was still pretty good considering there were 14 teams. Of course we cheated on a couple of questions, but hey when you have the technology (i.e. mobile phones) why not use it? So yeah, if anyone gets a totally random SMS or phone call from me on a Tuesday night asking something stupid like ‘what is a group of camels called?’ (a caravan if you really wanted to know) you’ll know why.

***

I have Friday, Saturday and Sunday off work again this weekend. Yay. I am so used to working both days of the weekend and having little time to do much else that I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.

Holy Crap!! I didn't know they were all going to do a gig together. Ben Folds, Ben Lee and Ben Kweller *dies*. So many great concerts happening, woohoo!

Ear Candy: 'Brush Off' -- No Knife

13 January 2003

Home movies

As I walked up to the front door tonight I could hear muffled laughter. I was running late after work and I figured it just must be my friends talking with my parents, waiting for me to get home. As I got closer I could hear faint strains of music playing but I couldn’t quite make out what it is.

Look at her in her tutu, she’s so cute

Oh. My. God.

It took a couple of seconds for me to put two and two together as I frantically opened the door and barged into the lounge room only to be welcomed by the sight of four of my friends and my parents, watching a 11 year old me prance around the stage in my purple tutu.

Please don’t tell me you’re watching what I think you’re watching

My friends break out in giggles and awws as my cheeks flush about 50 shades of red.

We got bored waiting and your dad wanted to show us

Note to self: kill father slowly in sleep.

My friends have all seen me dance before at various concerts and performances (it was always nice to have a little cheer squad, hehe), but that was when I was about 16/17 and could dance fairly well, not when I was 11 and still fumbling around the place. How embrassing. I ran towards the VRC to press stop and hide the videos for all eternity, but I was stopped by Ann who had to physically drag me away from it.

We were all supposed to go out to dinner but those plans got scrapped when they thought it would be more amusing to order pizza and watch all my tapes. And I mean all of them- the solo’s, duo’s, groups, concerts. The ballets, the jazzes, the contemporaries, the modern expressives. That’s about 9 years worth of my dancing right there.

Oh man, I’m all kinds of embarrassed!! They’re still in the lounge room watching with my parents!!! I couldn’t stay out there any longer without cringing, so now I’m hiding in my room. Gah.

After tonight those video tapes will never see the light of day EVER AGAIN.

***

In other news, go and try the chocolate covered strawberry liquorice from Darrell Lee. I hate black liquorice but this strawberry stuff is just

Ear Candy: 'Sleeping to Dream' -- Jason Mraz
(Is anyone else a Jason Mraz fan? 'Sleeping to Dream' and 'Sleep All Day' are great songs to check out if you haven't heard of him before. I reckon he rocks so much harder than John Mayer. Apparently he is playing at the Hopetoun Hotel in Surry Hills on Feb. 10th! Yay)

11 January 2003

Click and scroll down....

*Riss falls off her chair*

COUNTING CROWS ARE COMING

TO AUSTRALIA!!!!!


MY FAVOURITE BAND EVER!!! PLAYING IN SYDNEY!!! WOO HOO!!! ABOUT BLOODY TIME!!!

*ahem*

So yeah, I know where I'll be February 27th & 28th :D

8 January 2003

Defending my teeny bopper tastes Play that funky music...

It’s kinda funny how so many people love shaking their booty to retro and despise Top 40, especially considering that retro is the Top 40 of the past. And more specifically when you think about it, retro is the pop Top 40 of the past. So when we go out and dance to retro we aren’t dancing to The Doors, The Stones, The Beatles, or any other of that ‘credible’ music, are we? No - we’re getting our groove on to Abba, The Beach Boys, and those one hit wonders who have faded into obscurity. Our children will not be dancing to Radiohead – they will be dancing to Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, N’Sync, S Club 7 and the like.

Somehow time transforms what was once tacky into kitsch. Perhaps this is because when we look into the past we expect it to be more simple, less progressive... we can appreciate it for the catchy melodies and beats - we don't have to be cool anymore. Because it's retro. And retro is cool in an 'uncool', kitsch way.

However, might the same criteria be applied to modern pop music? Might we be able to find the same enjoyment and even a slight amount of truth in a Britney, Mandy or Spice Girls song? I believe this is so. Listening to that classic Kylie song, I Should Be So Lucky, I heard the line: "My heart is close to breaking - And I can't keep on faking - The fantasy that you'll be mine - I'm dreaming...", and I thought to myself, that's rather sad. By the same token, is not the line "I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now, don't you know I still believe that you will be here..." rather sad? Once again, I would say: why yes, it is.

Even if you were to denounce these lyrics as bad or trashy or trite or whatever, who doesn't love Hey Mickey? Or My Sharona? (That guitar solo in My Sharona kicks so much ass, it deserves it’s own shoes!!)

"Hey Mickey you're so fine, You're so fine you blow my mind, Hey Mickey"

"I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My my my my my oo!"

Not exactly deep.

You might then go on to argue that in the past pop music was more 'real', or simply better musically. Granted, some popular music was meaningful, but the same could be said for the pop music today. There have always been Svengalis or songwriters who effectively wrote the entire top 40 - be it Phil Spector, Stannard & Rowebottom, or Max Martin. Does it really make a difference? I'm guessing not. It's not rocket science - it's merely the expression of basic human emotion to a beat.

Let's face it - in 30 years time our children will go out clubbing, come home and say "hey Mum/Dad - that Baby One More Time is one funky-ass tune!!" If they're particularly cool they might talk of its "novelty value", but it's just pop. There to be enjoyed, not scrutinised. Certainly, some pop music is better than others but I guess that's the same with all music genres. However, The Ketchup Song currently stands out as one example of a song I hope I never find any novelty value in.

Grammy Nominations

Grammy Nominations were announced today and it looks like Norah Jones is this years Alicia Keys with a crapload of nominations, but her CD is fantabulous so I hope she comes away (no pun intended) with a couple of awards. I wish I could see her in concert but the Jimmy Eat World concert is on the same night and I love JEW more than I love Norah. Plus JEW tickets were cheaper, but I digress…The Best New Artist Category is going to be an interesting category- Ashanti (gah), Michelle Branch (woohoo!!!), John Mayer (yay!!!), Avril Lavigne (ugh) or Norah Jones (weee!!!).

But Nelly up for album of the year?!? That is the funniest thing I have heard in a while. I will never by a CD again if he wins.

Ear Candy: "I Wanna Be With You" -- Mandy Moore
(Mwhahaha, I like this song because it's from one of my, and I'm sure a lot of dancers, favourite movies and because the music video features Sasha Radetsky who is not only an amazing dancer but he is all kinds of cute. The scene in the salsa club = niceeee)

1 January 2003

Lesson of 2002: Self-Reliance

Leaning on others for support seems so easy to do. I see their hands extended out to me, perfectly willing to lead me through the darkest times and I know that I can depend on them to be there for me - to cry to, to look towards for advice, to simply be there when I need something familiar to hold on to when it seems as though everything else is changing too quickly for me to grasp. I see the friendship in their eyes and hear it in their words, but at this time in my life I've come to realise that what I need to do is to learn to go through things alone.

I’ve given myself the chance to work through the doubt I've placed upon my consciousness and find the point where I can trust my own decisions. It's not being stubborn but rather a learning and growing experience. I can only depend on others for so long before I'm forced to look at myself for some sort of support and that has been the case as of late. Some time between now and a year ago, I’ve matured and grown to the point where I know that I can make it through some of the most trying experiences that life has to offer and that I can do it alone should I feel like that's what I need to do.

Hello 2003

I have a list of things I want to achieve this year, I guess some of them could be classified as resolutions but others are things I’d like to do and try. People will probably laugh at some of them (hence the reason why I’m not going to post my list) but they mean something to me and that’s all that matters...However they will have to wait because all that matters now is catching up on the sleep I didn't have last night.

Bring on 2003 and the next five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes of my life.

Ear Candy: 'Come Away With Me' -- Norah Jones


5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

After the requisite stops at the bottle-o, supermarket and petrol station yesterday, our little convoy headed off down to Kando’s farm near Fitzroy Falls/Kangaroo valley. It was a nice enough drive down the freeway, but once we headed past Bowral the roads had some insanely tight bends which was freaky for passengers like myself whose drivers decided to go round them at 60km/h when the speed limit was 25km/h. Stupid boys and their lead feet.

As we drove on, we were all beginning to wonder when the hell we were actually going to reach the farm. The roads had became dirt tracks and the trees became much more dense. The first thing that came into mind whilst we were going through such thick scrub was how very Tomorrow When the War Began we were being. Hehe. (I think I’ve read those books way too many times).

All of us were under the impression that Kando’s farm would be your stereotypical Australian farm, with the big paddock, quaint little house, a shed and perhaps some animals. We were so wrong. The farm infact did not have a paddock or any animals, it is actually located in a rainforest. Yes, a rainforest. It seriously looked like someone had just moved a large, two storey house from the city into a bunch of trees. One side of the house was bordered by a cliff with a small waterfall and creek!


I fell in love with the place immediately. It was just so perfect, a hidden getaway spot where you could get completely swept up by the natural beauty of the place. The back of the house had a little bonfire spot with logs, a wood BBQ area and a smaller guest cabin. I don’t know why she calls it a farm because it's more like a holiday house.

Once we entered the house there was a mad dash to claim the beds. After much fuss, we figured we’d let the three couples take the three bedrooms and the rest of us would just crash on the mattresses on the floor. Once that was settled we started unloading the rest of our crap, managing to fill two fridges- one with food, the other with drinks. We kind of went overboard on supplies considering we were only staying one night, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. Since it was raining slightly we figured it would be safe to light the bonfire and proceeded to heat up the BBQ for dinner. Much drinking, eating, dancing, (really bad) singing and games of pool were done to fill in time til midnight.

while the guys drank beer, we indulged in spirits

Getting restless, we decided to play the animal sound drinking game. I had never heard of this game til last night, and it’s different than your usual drinking game where the person who stuffs up is the only one who has to drink because in this game when someone stuffs up, everyone has to down their drink/do a shot. You can imagine just how messy this game can get. Basically you each pick an animal noise to make and then you go around in a circle so that everyone knows what noise you are. After that the whole group starts to continuously bang the table and then clap their hands in time with each other, whilst you’re clapping someone makes their animal noise and then someone else’s animal noise. If your noise was made then you have to make your noise and then make someone else’s noise without missing a clap/bang. This continues until someone misses their turn or gets confused with the sound/or order of the sounds their supposed to make. It sounds like a retarded game but it’s actually quite fun. The clapping always seems to speed up which makes you confused really easily, thus making people drink every couple of minutes. Let’s just say that I will never forget that sheep go ‘baa’ for a long time…

Just before midnight the boys brought out the fireworks they had bought from Canberra the day before, and proceeded to let them off. Because of the fire ban in the area they didn’t let any of the huge ass rockets off because they didn’t want to get in trouble, but the low flying ones were still really cool. Midnight came and went with a flurry of party poppers and us running around in the rain with sparklers like little kids. Afterwards we gorged ourselves on marshmallows we roasted over the fire. ‘Twas fun.

We were determined to stay up and watch the sunrise, but slowly people headed off to bed where they didn’t get much sleep since the rest of us who were still awake would randomly run into their rooms and jump on top of them/into bed with them. By 3am there were about 7 of us still awake. It was a cack watching Yul and Dan trying to play pool because they were both so trashed, they couldn’t sink any balls and were both trying to talk to each other but they just couldn’t form coherent sentences.

Around 4:30am I was too buggered to stay up any longer and headed off to sleep. I got woken up by something licking my hand, it scared the crap out of me but it was just Kando’s dog Romeo that she had brought along for the night (I want to steal it, it’s a gorgeous, caramel coloured Cocker spaniel). I was one of the first awake, and headed out onto the balcony only to find Yul asleep on the deck chair. I don’t know how he managed to find his way out there but he must have passed out/fallen asleep while waiting to see the sun come up. Not that he would have seen much since it was so foggy. The place really does have a relaxed atmosphere around it, I sat out there for about 30 minutes just watching the rain fall til I noticed a leech crawling on my leg and I ran back inside shrieking, heh.

We were all planning to go trekking through the bush today but it was bucketing down with rain, so we spend the rest of the day playing more games of pool and taking turns of getting saturated by speeding around the property on the quad motorbikes. The boys decided that playing with our mobiles would be a nice way to pass the time, so without our knowledge they decided to send stupid messages to people in our address books. We had realised what they had done by the number of ‘wtf’ and 'please explain' replies we had gotten, and thus we spent the afternoon trying to convince people that we were not insane, in love with them or thought they were sexy. I apologise to people who also got some prank calls from my phone, I pinky swear it wasn’t me! They’ve done this a couple of times now and it’s getting quite annoying. We need to think of a way to get them back.

Despite the mobile phone incident, it was one of the best New Year's that I've head. Beautiful location, hours of laughs and great company, what more could you ask for?
Ear Candy: 'Hear You Me' -- Jimmy Eat World