Warpaint

Last week I went to Melbourne with The Seja Band to do a couple of supports with Los Angeleans, Warpaint. The shows were over two nights, sold out on each, at the Northcote Social Club and it is fair to say that I probably played my worst and best shows ever with the band. Luckily it was in that order....

The most significant moment I can remember from the dud set was during 'We Begin' where I play the keyboard hook throughout the song. We started playing the song, I manage to get the keyboard run done (quite tidily) once, then, out of nowhere, brain fails and I suddenly can't remember ANY note that I am supposed to be playing. I keep trying and trying, hitting everything wrong and nothing right. To make matters worse, I just keep doing it, throughout the entire song, distracting, torturous and completely obvious FORGODSSAKESJUSTSTOPPLAYINGWOULDYOU???

No... I keep going and going, determined to right my wrongs, and fail miserably. On top of this, I am so completely frustrated with myself that I yell "FUCK!!" mid song. In this moment I realise that microphone is right there, in front of my mouth, and I still can't be sure that the front of house speakers didn't pick up my crude awakening.

The next night I (thankfully) redeem myself; no fails, no yelling profanities into mics, and I manage to find myself still employed in The Seja Band for another day. Believe me, I thought it was touch and go there for a moment.

I got to catch a bit of Warpaint this evening too, and wow, it was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. 4 girls, all haircuts and collarbones, awash in red light, reverb and chorus, looking achingly sultry and a just little bit sad. Yepppp. I would turn for any one of them.

The ol' disappearing January trick, eh?

Well, it seems I have taken my unemployment a liiiiiitle too seriously. I have let pretty much let it all go. I have not only stopped working, but have stopped blogging, stopped checking emails, stopped getting up early, stopped caring what I look like at 4pm in the supermarket in my pyjamas with crazy bed hair, and stopped giving a toss if anyone judges me for it.

That said, it has been a pretty eventful past month. There have been natural disasters, park drinks, inland tsunamis, mid week parties, returned luggage, noise complaints, flood refugees, job offers, juvenile delinquency, renovations, walking after midnight, long distance dragster rides, romance, bromance, and mad rants.

I have realised that having no job makes you really good at things like:
Baking
Craft
Indifference
Strolling
Procrastination
General time wasting
Conspiracy theory
Drinking-far-too-much-coffee-javajavajavajavajavajavajava
Trolling the Internet

If these new skillz weren't enough, I have also very nearly mastered mid week binge drinking, and how to make friends and influence them into giving me their cigarettes.

*IamstillanonsmokerIamstillanonsmokerIamstillanonsmoker*

All in all a great month. My sincerest apologies for not posting during this time. I will endeavour to be better. Starting......now!