"You shone a light on my life / now I'm just sentimental" - Biffy Clyro - Semi-Mental
Saw the monumental and frenetic Biffy Clyro at the Hi-Fi. It was an unusual experience, in the literal interpretation of the term - so accustomed to black-clad metalheads with long hair and little regard for personal safety, I found it completely refreshing to stand in a crowd with a metal t-shirt (if you can call Limozeen metal) and be a bit of an individual. The power trio sizzled through a killer set, despite the power going off half way through one of my favorite songs! Heavy enough to melt your face but still catchy and raucous to get everyone jumpin'. The Scottish ex-pat/backpacker crowd was out in full force - I heard accents everywhere and met one bloke who had been backpacking since last May but hadn't gone to any Aussie gigs until that day!
On the way home, the Taxis were on strike to protest against conditions as one driver was stabbed. Leaving the gig that night (in a taxi, funnily enough) the mob was still camped on the intersection of Swanston and Flinders st. when I went back into work the following morning, decrying the Victoria Police for not adequately protecting them (although vigilantly patrolling the perimeter for exactly that reason) It was bizzare to see so many taxis lined up the entire length of Swanston St. without moving an inch.
Beat Magazine? Your reign of Wikipedia-sourced terror will end soon enough!
Saw Porcupine Tree at the Palace Theater - well, the Metro - you can change an extensional meaning to anything you like, but it won't stop people calling it something else. Steven Wilson is like a almighty shredding monk from the Borough. Serene, yet volatile. The band played some almighty riffs, exciting the mostly metal-based crowd, fascinated by his work (presumably) he has done with Opeth and possibly OSI and Orphaned Land. ORWarrioR is hotly anticipated in my books!
Went out for Kount Kris™ Midnite Curry, which is delicious as always, as are the conversations. I think my studies on general semantics and such have really sort of coalesced now. I'm also quite proud of myself for lifting myself up and getting my journalism career up and running. (The interview with Dillinger Escape Plan went well, but I could barely understand anything he was saying!) I just gotta figure out my next move on this front though.
I was watching Season 2 of Man Stroke Woman the other day and it really struck me how deceptively simple the humor was. If you watch the clip below, its sort of like a long, drawn out train wreck: British style. One of the fundamental essences of British humor is faux pas and what would seem to be gross breaches of etiquette (Don't mention the war, Major) and another is laughing at another's misery. Listen to the dialog (I know - humor analyzed is no longer funny) and the sting in the tail, there's actually nothing really "funny" about it.
Comrade Rudd addresses the intelligensia summoned to his Great Hall of the Working Family
Some thought I was glued to the TV for K-Rudd's 2020 summit, but I knew what it was all about before they even started talking. It wasn't about the ideas itself or the policies they would formulate: it was one huge meta-communicative statement about re-aligning all the semantic reactions formed in the Howard years back towards the dogma of the Labor party, namely the Labor Right.
It was essentially a ritualistic cleansing of the backward thinking that had permeated all facets of Australian politics and political economy, of which Third Way "Keatingite" economics must struggle amongst the tentacle-like restraints of economic rationalism. Not that Labor gives a shit about monetary and fiscal policy anyway - they deregulated most of that shit in the 80s, and is now just "conventional sense" in the bureaucracy in the strictest interpretation of the term.
How to act as a facilitator rather than a service provider is the biggest challenge for Rudd-baby to crack a nut and deliver his promised programs (some of which are completely retarded - universal enrollment of voters? And which privacy laws will you trample over to get that information?) without breaking his budget surplus. All of which will only cause an inflation of the utterances of "working families", elevating it to an even higher abstraction than it ever was previously.