• Porirua Girls

    I confess: this is one of my guilty pleasures.

    But today I came across this cranking parody through Twitter. Might not mean much to non-NZers, but trust me, it’s right on target throughout the country (like a true Jafa, if you asked me where Porirua was, I’d venture a tentative “Near Wellington?”).

    Unlike so many kiwi videos, it’s not completely cringeworthy. At least in my books.

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  • Metallica, here I come!

    There are two bands I want to see before I (or they, more likely) die.

    Metallica and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

    And the former are winging over to NZ this October!


    Had I not been 14, unemployed and under a parental thumb, I would have seen both at the best Big Day Out lineup ever. (There was also the Darkness, the Strokes and dozens of other mint bands that year, as I recall). Unfortunately, I still have never been to a real concert, barring pub gigs and the one Big Day Out I worked at which let me hear some acts from a distance.

    Guys, I don’t think I can convey how excited I am. I first got introduced to Metallica in my first year of high school. We were in music class, learning the intro to Nothing Else Matters on little acoustic guitars.

    “This isn’t so bad,” I thought.

    I started downloading more and more Metallica, and discovered the world of metal. It was nowhere near as heavy as I thought. I actually enjoyed it. I started playing guitar.I spent hours spent learning the various solos to Fade to Black and being so thrilled when I could hammer out something resembling them.

    Apparently, though – and I’m not so psyched about this – Fear Factory are opening the gig. Now, I’m not a total metalhead. I draw the line at Slipknot/Children of Bodom and other such acts. (I still count Michelle Branch and Whitney Houston among some of my favourite artists…not to mention NSYNC and the other pop artists of my childhood. S Club 7’s Don’t Stop Moving came on the radio this morning and I mouthed every single lyric along with it. That song still sounds fresh as the day it came out, IMO :P) So sitting through FF is not going to be enjoyable at all; hopefully I can time it in order to arrive just before Metallica take the stage.

    So T and I will be sitting in the upper bowl come October 13. Seriously, could I have asked for a better band to take my concert virginity? It’s a bit of a bummer that we have allocated seats – I couldn’t get general admission tickets, and doubt I’ll find any at a reasonable price on TradeMe now that both shows are sold out. Trust me: I tried. I barely managed to buy these two during the media presale…the second presale did not include GA tix, and the general sale? Well, despite having been online for half an hour ahead of time to prep, I still didn’t manage to get GA passes. Hell, there weren’t ANY tickets at all by the time my computer finally got through the line.

    But maybe it’s for the best. Being trampled to death in a moshpit by sweaty bogans is not how I pictured leaving this world.

    Anyway, I’m impatiently waiting for my tickets to arrive in the mail. So much for sending them out within a week: according to Ticketmaster, they’re still being printed and I should contact them if the passes don’t arrive two days before the event.

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  • Either I don’t know how to be social, or I just hate people

    You know what’s really hard? Being in attendance at a party where you don’t know half the people and the others are mostly ones you vaguely know and dislike.

    What happens when you transplant the ultimate bogan party into a city bar? Go on, guess.

    Call me cynical, but I find it extremely hard to humour wasted people who think they’re being deep and meaningful, or females in too-high heels and too-short skirts (IQs usually diminish in relation to how high the hemline is). Oh, and I’m sure I saw a nipple or two flailing about last night. Seriously girls, put it AWAY.

    Also, I obviously need to learn to dance to drum n bass. You may laugh, but it requires a totally different style from the usual poppy/hiphoppy club fare.

    Lastly, I never in my entire life thought I would see a crowd of people dancing – yes, dancing – to Limp Bizkit’s Rollin‘.

  • Loving my iPod (and a potted history of my relationship with music)

    I’ve always considered myself a music lover. When I left home, one of the things I wanted to buy was an MP3 player. (Seriously. I don’t think iPods even existed then). For a while I had one of those pathetic 500MB type stick players, but frankly it was crap and when I broke my headphones, I didn’t bother to replace them. For a while, I just used it as a backup USB stick, and now BF has gone and lost it – so alas, it lives no more! apple_ipod_classic_1

    I played recorder in primary school, like everyone else did, and then I progressed on to violin. I don’t really remember how much of a choice I had in that, but I went along with it. I briefly toyed with the idea of playing flute, and then considered the clarinet, but in the end I decided I preferred strings over woodwind. And I dutifully went to violin lessons every Saturday morning (primary school) played in the orchestra before school (intermediate) and took lessons during the school day (high school – GREAT way to get out of boring classes!) and played in the orchestra for a couple of years.

    I must have been the WORST violinist ever to grace the earth. My attempts at participating in the orchestra were crap. My sight reading was shit. My technique was even worse. I would literally sit there and barely draw my bow across the strings and just pretend, because I couldn’t keep up, let alone know what the correct notes were to play!

    One other person was in the same violin class as me in high school, and although he wasn’t totally into it either, he was a darn sight better than me and more committed to boot. NOT that that was hard. I went from practising three times a week to one, or none. It just didn’t interest me. I think the only things that kept me hanging on were those rare moments of true enjoyment, like nailing a passage or playing a beautiful piece, and a sort of feeling of inclusion. You know, I played violin, and that made me a MUSICIAN. It was part of who I was. And of course, I was just too stubborn to admit defeat and give up.

    I never really liked classical music. I liked contemporary stuff. I would have the radio on in the mornings before I left, and on as soon as I got home. Sometimes I’d even play CDs during the night to fall asleep to! I would tape my favourite songs off the radio, and my favourite artist was Michelle Branch. When me and my mum went to Singapore, I convinced her to buy me her album. It’s one of the few I own.Then I decided I wanted to play guitar, so I got an acoustic and started writing my own songs. I was a super emo, introverted kid. I poured all my feelings out onto paper, into lyrics and into melodies. I had boy troubles with pretty much the same guy all through high school, and that provided me NO end of misery and inspiration.

    Then I moved into my electric phase; I worked two jobs, 20 hours a week after school to save up. I bought my Ibanez and I bought an Ashton amp and I started to focus more on the technical side of things. I wanted to be able to riff and play solos – but I never could play standing up. I got into classics like the Eagles, Zep, Metallica, Nirvana, Guns n Roses, etc. I started to really appreciate technical skill, and i learned to hear basslines and harmonies. And although I would never have admitted it, I was (in my head) sort of trying to compete with my (now) ex, who also played.

    After I left home, and broke up with him, I took guitar lessons for a little while. But it just got to be too much hassle – it was too far away and too awkward to get to, and several times I actually missed the bus out there! And after the breakup, I didn’t really feel much like playing.

    Then I met BF. And I was calmer, and happier than ever before; I stopped writing songs. I didn’t need to anymore. They were sort of my creative outlet, but I couldn’t write when I was happy. Happy songs are damn near impossible. That summer I also pretty much stopped playing guitar as well, and I’ve never really picked it up since. I moved to a new place, where I didn’t have anywhere to put my little stereo, and so it languished in a corner. I gave up radio, and when I wanted to put CDs on, they just went into my computer. I built up a 20G strong music library on it, but after numerous crashes in which I lost all my songs, I lost heart and never bothered to rebuild it.

    Mine's red :P

    Mine's red 😛

    And to be honest, music hasn’t really played a large part in my life for a while. It has in the past, for sure, it’s got me through some tough times, and I have a playlist of songs which never fails to cheer me up when I need perking up. But now I have an iPod, and I’m determined to get back into it. I always forget just how much I really love music – there’s nothing like going to a live show, or tapping your foot and singing along to your most favourite song in the entire world (and irritating other bus passengers). I love such a huge range of music. From Fleetwood Mac, to Tool, to Mariah Carey, to Fall Out Boy, to Soundgarden, to GnR, Blue Oyster Cult, Kings of Leon, Aerosmith, Brad Paisley, Paramore, Muse, Foo Fighters, Pearl Jam, Matchbox 20, Abba, Santana, Hendrix, Metallica, Smashing Pumpkins and the odd modern day song that’s too catchy to resist. (Current guilty pleasures: Ashlee Simpson, Lady Gaga, MGMT, Kids of 88…). The only stuff I don’t do is rap and what me and BF lovingly refer to as “hippity hop”. There are two possible exceptions – Coolio, Gangster’s Paradise, and Chris Brown, Run It. Never get tired of dancing to the latter!

  • Bored?

    A couple of my friends dropped in last week when I was sick. I wasn’t super pleased at first, cause I looked and felt like hell, was unshowered and sitting in bed in my daggy old PJs. But the thought was appreciated, and then we got into watching random shit online. Like this UK ad for shavers (thanks Ginger) which I originally heard about in this column by Tracey Barnett, but was too lazy to hunt down myself…imagine how stoked I was to stumble across it without any extra effort in the blogosphere.

    If you haven’t I recommend you check out the Evolution of Dance on YouTube – def good for six minute of entertainment! (Apparently part two sucks, though)

    And then we got all retrospective and hunted down old 90s – mainly one hit – bands.

    So if you were into 90s cheesy pop, kill some time and watch these!

    For your pleasure…

    Link love!!!

    Dream – He Loves U Not
    O-town – Liquid Dreams
    Lfo – Summer Girls (Seriously, whoever wrote this should be shot)
    NSync – Bye Bye Bye (I still think this video kicks ass :P)
    Hanson – MMMBop
    Spice Girls – Wannabe
    S Club 7 – S Club Party (Never a good idea to namedrop yourself, let alone in the title)
    Steps – Tragedy (BeeGees cover)

    I love me my classic rock and glam metal, but 90s manufactured bubble pop has a special place in my heart. Not ashamed to admit it!!

  • Nineties child

    Yes I was a nineties child (although you couldn’t really tell it at the time, so deprived and removed from general pop culture was I!)

    C4 had a great countdown the other day…actually they had quite a few good ones, 90s one hit wonders, 90s best of, 10 years of the Big Day Out… I still know all the words to that one Billie Piper song! And god I hated Limp Bizkit, but now I can look back fondly on them and actually headbang along to them…

    So in honour of that great decade, here’s my Hot and Not list of nineties music!

    The best
    N Sync
    Counting Crows
    Smashing Pumpkins
    Pearl Jam
    S Club 7 (have to put them in there – I even had a mad fan site devoted to them, with the coolest – relatively speaking, bearing in mind this was 8 years ago – nav bar, whose CSS I ripped off someone else’s page)

    Worst but still freaking fantastic
    Limp Bizkit
    Backstreet Boys
    Billie Piper
    Alice in Chains

  • Whatever happened to the good old days? When I was in school the BDO was a paragon of A list bands. One year (fourth form?) there was Metallica, the Chilis, The Darkness, Kings of Leon, the Dandy Warhols and many more). Since then it’s steadily gone downhill. I don’t even remember who headlined last year. Neil young is headlining this year. No disrespect to him, but he’s really not what the BDO is about.

    Yeah, it’s going to the dogs. I thought last year’s was pretty lame – I worked there and Muse and Tool were fab, but that was about it. 2009 looks set to be crap. I perked up when I heard SOAD were coming, but turns out it’s just Serj Tankian on his own (WTF?)

    If Southern Amp wasn’t so southern, I would so be there…