Blog has been seeming to veer a little towards the reactive (I’m not sure that’s at all the right word, and there is a lot I’m liking)… lately. At least, more so than my original intention. So here’s something different.

It’s been a good few days. Life in general got better a little while back when I changed the way I was looking at things. But anyway. Friday was hermit mode with DVD’s. My social contact consisted of hours long chats with people in other countries, which was somehow pretty cool, cos I don’t do that often, and in some ways the written word comes easier, and long pauses for consideration are more acceptable.

Saturday unexpectedly ended up at the rugby, the All Blacks closing out the Springboks in a dry sort of affair. The stadium is a decent venue, but I still prefer Athletic Park. For all its flaws, it inspired better culture and interaction among the crowd. You weren’t coralled into a stall and forcefed shite music at every pause in the action with nothing but shoddy overpriced fried crap and lame beers. And the big one, games were played in the afternoon, not on a freezing fucking night. Rugby makes sense in the sunshine.

From there wandered back along the concourse to town and a kebab, then to the Adelaide of all places for No San Pedro’s final ever gig (:(), which was ruling (and may well appear as a podcast very soon). The Adelaide is a weird venue, with no PA of their own and an old Bodega local dive bar feel. The horde of Palmy connections descending added to that. Many surreal encounters with people I hadn’t seen in years. Good night.

Home and wrote. The new book’s flowing pretty well at the moment, sloping towards the end of part one, with the high octane craziness of part two shaping up in ideaspace. Darker and more depraved than I expected; maybe it’s the winter and my brother’s illness, maybe it’s the subject matter, maybe it’s the Sunn O))) soundtrack. Slept then up to boot it to town for an epic session mixing the new EP, the awesomeness of which steadily increases. \m/ Rock! Punctuated by food and mental movies.

Tonight I’m going to Thomas Koner’s live performance to accompany his film at the festival. Choice. And from there probably to The Cross to see whatever free documentary about the Illuminati some freaks have been slapping up posters for around town, and quite possibly some dilletantery and debauchery on a Monday, just cos we can.

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  1.   Administrator
    July 25th, 2006 | 7:00 pm

    Thomas Koner was amazing. That was to be expected.

    More surprising was that the Cross was packed, like standing room only to see any of the several screens showing the Illuminati documentary. I could have wished for a better doco (more together, less sensational and “oooh! bad!”), but a few people doubtless had their minds blown and left with some questions to follow up. Mostly it was encouraging as all hell to see so many people there being exposed to freaky non mainstream views on what’s going on. First time a pub had felt like a community for a while, too.

  2.   Joey
    July 26th, 2006 | 12:16 pm

    The Cross felt like a community on Saturday night too. That might have just been because it was filled with French people.

  3. August 29th, 2006 | 7:07 pm

    […] Went along to the free Crazy-ass Conspiracy movie at the Cross again. Less of a turn out than last time. This time it was about NASA (run by ex-SS baddies), and the moon and aliens and stuff. They managed to get freemasons and satanism in there, too. I didn’t know Buzz Aldrin was a 32nd degree Scottish Rite freemason when he landed on the moon, or that Neil Armstrong’s father was a 33rd degree mason. That was pretty weird. Though the makers didn’t seem to be able to make up their mind if the landings were faked – it seems NASA certainly had the means, what with the giant replicas and models they made – or if Aldrin and Armstrong did make it to the moon to perform a Masonic ritual claiming it for Lucifer 33 minutes after landing. But they really missed the point of Crowley and Jack Parsons (ah, hell, maybe they really are part of a satanic conspiracy) which does make me wonder a little about their discriminatory abilities, or what their implicit belief system is. So it goes. […]