portrait.

home again, home again.

out of the 'bane, back in the big W. its been raining heaps, which is nice.
this is the view from our veranda.


our windmill fell over.


been dj'ing a little. maybe a mix coming soon if you're all well behaved.


i went to sydney. went to purple sneakers, which was pretty good.


then the next night we went to spectrum (too small), oxford art factory (too big), and then 77 (just right). best stamp going.


i saw this on the way there, thought it was preeeety nice.


thanks to our very kind hosts and their moon room for plenty of good times.

the city they call s.y.d.

this is my favourite city in the whole wide world (so far)

church.

tee's.

there is a guy called charlie that i know from walcha and he's got a show on at the albion street gallery in surry hills of tee's that he's designed. check em out.

wild nights.

wild night, hey dave? what about when the dj played all those awesome songs and we went to sleep. good times.

throw some d's on that bitch.

did you know that "d's", in the context of "throw some d's on that bitch" are infact a brand of rims, called daytons? thats todays gangsta fact.

and, just quietly, Rich Boy - Throw Some D's

cascade green.

thought its about time to review a beer. i drink a fair bit of beer. the beer in the spotlight today is cascade green. i don't actually know how to review a beer, so i looked up some other reviews of the same brew to teach myself how. i found 2, and both didn't rate it very highly at all, so fuck learning from them.

i'll make it up.

cascade green is a new brew from cascade in tassie. they're jumping on the "green" bus to produce a product that appeals to people because its saving the planet, which seems a longshot, cos its a beer, not a shower head or light bulb. however, it is entirely carbon neutral. not that they don't produce carbon in the making of the beer, they just buy carbon credits or whatever to offset it, making the carbon disappear into thin air...even though thats where it is...whatever.

as far as taste goes, i don't really know how to describe it. all i can safely say is that its probably the best beer i've ever tasted. mitch said it tasted like grass, one of the reviews i read mentioned "grassy" somwhere, so we can probably agree on that. it tastes a little like grass.

its low carb, which is handy if, like me, you're watching your weight. it doesn't have any preservatives, which according to some are the source of a nasty hangover. the type of hops they put in it are called galaxy hops. thats a pretty sick name for a type of hops, so you know they must be good, and like all good beers, it comes in a green bottle.

its pretty expensive though, at $60ish a carton. $7.50 for a stubbie of it at rics in the valley. i got a carton for $40 at 1st choice, and if its still on special i strongly suggest you do to.

lick-a-prize

i found this, just in case anyone else is collecting

fuck a current affair

"hi, and welcome to a current affair. first, to families that believe they are being stalked by wild cats.."
GET FUCKED you stupid, mind numbing, nation dumbing, racist advocating fuckwit promoting losers.
and why would you even put any show on at the same time as the cook and the chef on abc? what sort of person would rather watch aca over one of, if not THE, most exciting and informative cooking shows to ever grace the telly.
love you the cook and the chef.

part of the weekend never dies.

parklike was damn good. soulwax were amazing.


but im gonna talk about the afterparty.
seeing peaches dj was one of the nights highlights for me, not so much for her dj skills, but to see someone stand on the table in front of the decks and bend down to mix. genius. har mar superstar was getting around half naked most of the night, till he got kicked out after fake bloods set by some wanker bouncer.
the nights highlight for me was when Morgan Quaintance from does it offend you, yeah? grabbed a mic for a rendition of insane in the membrane during their dj set. he does a mean running man.
ages after peaches had finished one of her dancers tried to get back up on the dj booth, but her efforts were hampered, im assuming, by copious amounts of champagne, and she ate it, and took a speaker down with her. that was really really funny. but you kinda had to be there.
the secret acts were definitely a pretty big drawcard to the afterparty, and everyone thought it would be 2manydj's (except dave, who thought it might be jay z). anyway, during fake blood's set we ventured into the other room to see who the other special guest was. there were 2 guys, both behind the decks....and thats it. i'm not kidding, there was nobody in the room. went back to watch the last of fake blood, then the second special guest came on. he was someone i didnt recognise, and he played some shit music, so we were pretty keen to leave, nobody more so than tom, who left in quite spectacular fashion. later on i did some detective work and discovered the dj was none other than met resident andy priddle, who's long list of achievements includes holding residencies in all south-east queensland "commercial clubs", a few MOS tours and a gig at dreamworld. while there are places for dj's like this, and i'm not saying he's bad at what he does, the parklife afterparty isn't one of them. how could you advertise him as a "special guest"? with a whole plethora of international dj's in town he's far from "special", and he plays there every fucking week, so he's clearly not a "guest". i think that given the choice of a split head, hours in a hospital waiting room and 7 stitches OR listening to andy priddle for an hour, tom chose the less painful option.

i love this town.

get drunk.
spend $20.
see everyone.
know everyone.
leave the pub early.
when the lights come on.
get followed home by dickheads.
get punched outside your home at 2am.
have beers and laughs afterwards in the kitchen.
sit around all day then do it all again.
i love this town.

5 peronis.

5 peronis, on my desktop,
5 peronis, on my desktop,
if one of these peronis was accidentally real,
there'd be 4 peronis, on my desktop.

cardboard.

i was up till 2 last night building a cardboard chair for uni. 1.5m x 1.5m of 7mm cardboard, no tape, glue, string...just cardboard. has to hold 100kgs. and as long as it does, ill post a picture when i get it back after marking. anyway, just today i came across the site of a guy named tim fraser brown. check out what he does with cardboard.

deeerapht comin live n direct.

went and saw drapht at uber last night. wore my new red shoes. it was a super good night too. rowdy as fuck crowd, so rowdy that they had to keep stopping to tell everyone to calm down. but that was ok, cos i love drapht, and i was gettin pretty wild too. he's one of my all time favorite aussie hip-hoppers, which was easy to convey after 8 beers when i went for a quick chat after the show, and sounded like a complete blabbering mess. but i recon he loves it.
walked back to daves afterwards, through southbank, exclaiming that just about everything in sight 'gets wasted all the time'. was so much fun.
no bikes gets wasted all the time
skateboards get wasted all the time
light pole gets wasted all the time
southbank gets wasted all the time
etc
etc

crack rocks.

so im not as much of a fashion fiend as i used to be. kinda got a bit over it when i moved to the city for some reason. still, i cant go past a great tee. and pete vs. toby make great tees. they fit perfect, and they're made of the softest material. their new summer range is out. this one i'm particularly fond of. check out some others right here.

fucking splendid.

this years latest splendour post award goes to me. so late infact that i've forgotten all about it. uumm it was amazing. its always amazing. it was my 7th. probably one of the best, the first one ive been to since i turned 18. it makes a huge difference because now nearly everyone is about my age. lightspeed champion were great, as were the presets, band of horses, and a few others. i cant remember. fuck it. thanks to dave, dave, hugh, rosie, ro, mel, liesl, lucy, tom, sam, luke, celine and dillon for being loads of fun to hang around with. thanks to djari, foxy, helen, dave and tom for a totally awesome trip up and back.

live from the bag vol.1

here ya go, the first mix i've ever posted. its not planned or polished, and far from perfect, but its free, live and i was actually wearing a sleeping bag for the whole thing.




live from the bag vol.1 [35min:32mb]

eddy grant vs. digitalism - zdarlight avenue
van she - sex city (nightmoves remix)
pnau - baby (breakbot remix)
villains - thrilla
groove armada - superstylin' (school of thought breaks remix)
the ting tings - that's not my name (doctor werewolf bmore remix)
cameo - word up
prince - erotic city (computer club reflip)
tag team - whoomp! there it is (spinstyles remix)
mr. oizo - flat beat
r!m!e! - to the ground
the ting tings - that's not my name (la riots remix)
busy p - to protect & entertain (crookers remix)

hey pase.. PLAY SOME HIPHOP!

friday night was pase rock at empire. friday night was fun.
missed the train, took 2 buses. that worked well. went to empire, bought beers, went to chinatown, then back to empire, found dave, watched anna lunoe.

anna lunoe was totally 100% super amazing in every way. defs one of the highlights. then pase rock came on and i was fairly disappointed to tell the truth. what i wanted was some B.O.O.T.A.Y-put-that-pussy-on-me spank rock styles, what i got was fairly plain electro that culminated with him playing that "show me love" song. maybe i have the wrong idea about the track, but van she tech and mstrkrft dropped it at splendour, and i was gobsmacked. isn't it some highly manufactured shitty pop song that gets played at birdees on a daily basis and sung to by dumb chicks and guys with big muscles? anyway i walked straight out. then back in. then he played it again. grrr. sampology was on next and he was amazing. i'll be getting out to see him again asap. then i was out on the balcony and pase rock walked out with a bottle of champagne in hand. i said "great set man" and he, rather nicely, said "want some champagne?" so i drank some of pase's champers, which almost made paying 20 bucks to see him worthwhile. later on there were 2 dudes rockin the 1 and 2's upstairs, i don't know who they were, but they were great too. so many good supports, such a mediocre headliner, such a good night.

badly packed kebab.

i fucking hate funwall posts. i abhor "press forward and see what happens?!?" type things. i loathe most facebook applications. circle of trust? hatching eggs? astrology? yuck. however, the other day while looking at my mate simon's profile i found a really good one. its called 'the bloody offensive aussie insult generator'. type in a friends name, then offend them like they've never been offended before. it goes like this: you have 3 dropdown menus that fill in the gaps of "(friends name) is a ............. ............... with a face like .......................". call your friend an aggro bushpig with a face like a smashed crab, or a ratshit bearded clam with a face like a badly packed kebab. especially if they keep sending you drinks.

thehypefm

as a budding young dj and fresh music lover, heaps of my time is spent perusing thehypemachine in search of new tracks. and i fuckin love it. the hype machine is for sure one of my favourite websites/search engines/concepts. for anyone who hasn't checked it out, do so now. and its not just me. here is what others think,

“A great place to hear stuff that’ll be big in six months”

“Nearly too good to be true, a fool proof weapon when it comes to seeking new music that you’d otherwise not have a chance in hell of hearing.”

“a stethoscope on the chest of aural awesomeness.”

“The Hype Machine is really what makes the tides work. Screw the moon.”

so its great. however today i came across something else, while not being in exactly the same league, is equally as good. its thehype.FM. its an online radio station programmed by bloggers with their fingers ahead of the pulse. endless good tunes. day and night. and mixes and interviews and the like. just stick it on in the background and it does the perusing for you. simple.

p.s. on a bit of a graphic design tangent, the guy who designed thehype.FM website, eric hammond, has a website of his own just here. pretty good flyers and logos and album covers and things.

Familjen - Det snurrar i min skalle.

heaps good photo

heaps good photo hey. not mine. clearly. found it somewhere.

august.

here's whats happening for the rest of my month. i'm posting it not only for your perusal, but so i don't forget what i need to go see.
and this is how its shaping up:


which is on my birthday, then



and


and


which is a preeety good month in my books. so much good stuff on. i don't see myself getting very far ahead at uni though.

sick kicks.

i'm really digging the olympics, but not as much much as i'm digging these new, limited edition, olympic inspired nike dunks. available in all the olympic colours, i'd do just about anything for a pair.

avocados

i like avocados. i never used to, but now i do.


also, i'm pretty sure its old news around these parts but the 2 many dj's 'as heard on radio soulwax' mixes are pretty fuckin good.



today i listened to the first three and loved them, even if the track selection would be more recognisable to my parents (or maybe just someone a few years older). the mixing is ingenious and they're full or awesome spoken word snippets and great mashups. check them out for sure. and they're going to parklife, which i am super excited about.

er..ummm...he..hello?

hi.
welcome.
come in.
have a seat.
drink?
something to listen to? i'd suggest an installment of the rub's hop-hop history. the rub are 3 guys, dj ayres, dj eleven and cosmo baker, that have a radio show on brooklyn radio. they have put together a bunch of really great mixtapes, covering hip-hop from 1979-1999. get them here.