Non Sequitur has been gold lately. Very much in keeping with the zeitgeist.
I had to explain the last one to my mum. Like Kranki's older acquaintances, she doesn't quite get the whole blog thing and is amazed that 1500-odd people have visited mine.
I also found out she only reads For Better or For Worse. What a disgrace- even Fred Basset is funnier.
Here are a couple of recent blog-related ones. You can click on the pictures to make them a readable size.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
It's that time of year again, so don't forget to vote here.
After much deliberation,* my top ten songs of the year are:
Daft Punk Is Playing At My House - LCD Soundsystem
Flame Trees - Sarah Blasko
Gabrielle - Ween
NY Excuse - Soulwax
The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
The Car Song - Cat Empire
Computer Camp Love - Datarock
Middle Of The Hill - Josh Pyke
Space They Cannot Touch - Kate Miller-Heidke
She Gets Up - TZU
These guys just missed out:
My Army of Birds and Gulls- Betchadupa
Funny Little Frog- Belle and Sebastian
Kids on Overload- Faker
Oh, and Happy 2006 guys! I had an awesome time at Falls, despite getting heatstroke on the first day and having to rip the skin from my sunburnt lips a few days after I got home. (My condolences to Riika, whose lips were even more burnt than mine- I feel your pain monkey!)
I had so much fun and saw lots of great Australian artists like Lior, Dallas Crane, Wolfmother, End of Fashion, The Cat Empire, The Grates and Dappled Cities Fly. I also loved Ugly Duckling's set at 1am NYE. Who says the American's don't do irony?
My other highlights of the festival were the Sushi Tent, an absolute haven in the midst of the heat; The Village, a crazy little area hidden away in the midst of the tent city with puppet shows and four-minute dance parties; the Hare Krishna food;** getting drunk, and hanging out with an old friend I don't get to see much.
Here is a pic of me (in the hat), the boy (in the glasses) and a couple of randoms we met that appeared on Faster Louder:
P.S. After basically giving up on magazines altogether, I've finally found one I like. It's called Frankie. I dig it because unlike so many other mags out there it's smart.
*Ok, killing half an hour at work making a shortlist.
** I could live on the stuff if it wasn't for the whole 'cult' thing.