Sex, Prose & Rock'n'Roll

Frustration ahead

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Fri, 23 Jun 2006 14:50:00 +0000

{--- this is me, right now, with my shitty computer.

Anywho, about two hours ago, I asked Neil Young if I could be his friend, and he said yes.

No, I'm not a left-leaning groupie extraordinaire with a pensioner fetish. I'm finally stretching a toe onto the mySpace bandwagon. I have had the most surreal couple of hours, just playing six degrees of separation and friending everyone from the flaming lips, to bands my real-life friends know that I saw play just a few weeks ago, to people I actually know in real life, properly. You know, talk on the phone to, have drinks with, borrow money from, force my taste in music upon.

I can see how some people spend hours on this thing, and what a great tool it is for bands of stature towering or minute. But it's a little scary. I'm "friends" with Neil Young for Christ's sake. What does that even mean?

/end cyber-philosophy rant.

Tune of the mo: (as in moment, not moustache)
~mp3~ Maritime - "Parade of Punk Rock T-Shirts" (thanks to Taylor)
I can't believe I've been missing out on these guys for so long, apparently they've been drifting about the blogosphere for yonks. This song gets me out of bed of a morning. It could almost be a track from the new Phoenix album. Dig the vibe.

may the sauce be with you.

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Thu, 22 Jun 2006 11:58:00 +0000

As of Monday I will be a member of/contributor to everyone's favourite Aussie music blog, The Sandwich Club. I'm extremely excited. File hosting! People actually read it! I'm the only female contrib! But seriously, I was stoked to be invited. Clubs were, like, THE thing in Year Six, and only once did I ever get asked into the cool one. These boys know their tunes and, most delightfully, unlike most of the other blogs I read, they actually talk about gigs I can go to. A girl can only read so many posts saying "We Are Scientists & Cold War Kids playing tonight...in Scranton!" without snapping a few pencils in bitter fury. Add us to your favourites and stop in for a bite every now and then.

More good news (the universe owes me after the semester I've had): as a reviewer for my uni's weekly rag, I get to preview the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie on Wednesday morning! Unfortunately I can't take anyone with me - it would have been brilliant to be able to see the look on a friend's face as I said "want some early Deppage?" but it's the media preview screening and there are no plus ones. Oh, and when I say "early Deppage" I mean early, it's at 9:30 in the morning. On a Wednesday. That'll be weird. But I'll let you know how it goes...

I've been watching a lot of Boston Legal lately and my poor fried brain just threw up a random image of Captain Jack Sparrow and Denny Crane in a never-ending loop of self-affirmation.

Jack: Captain Jack Sparrow.
Denny: Denny Crane.
Jack: Captain Jack Sparrow.
Denny: Denny Crane.

And so on. Oh, lordy me, I cannot WAIT until this semester is over.

~mp3~ Gay For Johnny Depp - "Kill The Cool Kids"
~mp3~ William Shatner - "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds"

"I'm eating scrambled eggs, from a shoe, with a comb."

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 07:19:00 +0000

Remember that episode of Black Books where the back room is really, really messy, and Manny says it look like Dresden? My room's a bit like that. Yes, it's true. I am a royal slob of the first order. Let metell a story to illustrate.

A few weeks ago I peered into a polystyrene cup at the back of my desk. As I don't have a fridge in my room I often bring cups of milk down from the dining room so I can have tea at my desk while I pretend to work. This one used to have milk in it. As I peered over the rim in trepidation, already suspicious due to the fact that I couldn't actually smell anything resembling sour milk, I was surprised to see that the ex-milk had only developed a slight skin around the edge of the meniscus (how often do you get to use that word? HOW OFTEN?). Nevertheless, I'm doing Arts, not Science, so I decided to forgo testing what would happen in another week or so, and picked it up to throw it in the bin outside my room.

And the milk didn't move in the cup. Not a ripple. It had solidified. I tipped it slowly, all the while dreading a sauce-bottle-esque sudden rush of liquid. At about 40 degrees, the edge of whatever it now was slowly but jerkily pulled away from the side of the cup, like a band-aid being removed from arm skin. At that I shook my head and regained my senses, and scurried outside to drop the offending mutated dairy product in the bin. To this day I don't want to know exactly what it was about the air in my room. Moral of the story: somebody, please, buy me a mini fridge.

But I swear, as soon as my exams are over, I'll clean. I have to anyway, as next semester I'm moving - to the room across the hall from Princess Paris. And she can't take mess. I've never told her about the milk, so let's hope she doesn't decide to start reading my blog now. As long as I keep my floor clean and my hair pretty, she'll still love me.

~mp3~ The Rakes - "The World Was A Mess But His Hair Was Perfect"

PS. After that DJ played "Neighboorhood #3 (Power Out)" on Saturday night, I've realised what a great song it is. I don't think I'm going to be getting over my cynicism regarding the Arcade Fire any time soon - the hype ruined them for me - but I'm one step closer to being able to appreciate the music for itself.

california in the house

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Mon, 19 Jun 2006 06:32:00 +0000

grrrrrrr.

First of all, big ups to the lovely young gent (you know who you are) who sorted tickets to Louis XIV at Rebel Rebel for Princess Paris and myself on Saturday night. We were very much amused, except for the two extremely annoying seppo lads who clearly hadn't been informed the correct application procedure for those who wish to join our entourage. Note: thanks for the drink, Tyson, but pogo-ing up and down incessantly by my side screaming "CALIFORRNYA IN THE HOOOOWSE!" during the better part of the Red Riders' (awesome) set is not the way to my heart. (Claiming to be in A&R for Columbia and offering to try and scam me Arctic Monkeys tickets is a good start, though. THOSE Californians, I liked. In an unrelated matter, I also liked the bassist for the Red Riders. I'm royal. Call me.)
But the Louis boys were great. Huge props to the lead singer: mullet that puts shag carpet to shame + swigging from a bottle of red + fag hanging artlessly from sneer + lyrics like "Pull down your shirt and show me a little tit". So blatantly, unabashedly rock'n'roll. Plus I love the venue; I'd never been to Home before, let alone RR, so it was a great surprise to get in there and find it wasn't a huge chrome-trimmed doof-doof warehouse, but a half-shadowy, half-glowy room (that reminded me, I'm sorry, of nothing more than The Bait Shop - especially from our vantage point on the VIP balcony) with an intimate little stage, plenty of dim back corners with cushiony chairs, and a jewel-like, minute, window-walled back room looking out on Darling Harbour with a tiny stage and clusters of disco balls growing out of the ceiling. The Mares played there after the main show, and Paris & I ducked in there as we were leaving (her delicate legs were protesting after all the walking and dancing). I was keen to see them - they've been recording at Ginsberg Studios with the Expatriate boys this year - but Paris wasn't impressed. What would she know anyway? Two words for you, your highness - Mylene Farmer. Pffft.
But yeah. It was fun. And double props to the DJ (who looked an awful lot like the singer from The Devoted Few) for playing the Pulp song I'd had in my head all day.

Exam time. Musical hugs to all my fellow sufferers at Sinny Yooni. Start working on your friendly local bulk-billing GP for medical certificates now.

~mp3~ Louis XIV - "Paper Doll" (official site)
~mp3~ Pulp - "Disco 2000" (live at Glastonbury 24/06/1995 courtesy of obscuresound.com)
~mp3~ The Replacements - "Fuck School" (buy "Stink" EP from Amazon)

take the weather with you

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Wed, 14 Jun 2006 14:16:00 +0000

my head is weird and soggy and wandering in seven different directions today, so i thought i'd just post a mix, with some of the songs I've been listening to on my 'pod in the last week - mostly ones that made me feel well-soundtracked as i scuttled around Newtown rugged up in my special winter coat and my white scarf, jumping puddles.

~~~The Raincoat Mix Tape

~mp3~ The Weakerthans - "Plea From A Cat Named Virtue" (how much love can I give one song?)
~mp3~ The Shins - "Kissing The Lipless" (clapclapclapclapclapclapWOO!)
~mp3~ Nada Surf - "Do It Again"
~mp3~ Preston School Of Industry - "Caught In The Rain" (duh)
~mp3~ Ambulance LTD - "New English" (jaunty as a sideways beret)
~mp3~ The Stills - "In The Beginning"
~mp3~ The Dresden Dolls - "Dirty Business" (this is a brilliant track with hilariously twisted lyrics from their newie, Yes, Virginia)
~mp3~ The Long Winters - "Pushover"
~mp3~ Elliott Smith - "Memory Lane"
~mp3~ The Rosebuds - "Blue Bird" (thanks to Taylor at M4KWCRG for introducing me to this pretty, cooing little gem of a tune)
~mp3~ The Decemberists - "Shiny"
~mp3~ Emma Davis - "Happy Song"

Enjoy. I won't be lazy enough to post big mixes very often. Oh, and by the way, Sydney readers, don't forget to check out my girl Emma supporting Tinderbox at the Hopetoun tonight (Thursday). Check her myspace to hear what you're in for.

Visit & buy The Shins at Sub Pop, Nada Surf & The Long Winters at Barsuk, The Stills at Vice, The Dresden Dolls at Roadrunner, Elliott Smith & The Weakerthans at Anti, The Rosebuds at Merge, and The Decemberists at Hush. Give love to the artists and indie labels that share their shiz for free.

A lot of night music

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 13:39:00 +0000

because staring at my darkened reflection in the nighttime windowpane is only fun for so long.

In which our heroine may or may not relate the thrilling details of:
*two really, really great songs
*and one more that makes me giggle even in the midst of the up-chocolate-creek-without-a-popsicle-stick FIASCO that is my academic career
*a broken green earring
*antipodean blog goodness
*an entire thing of candybeans (or rather Tim Tams)
*my undying love for Zach Braff
*a sudden enthusiasm for soccer
*one very, very late American Politics essay.

Let's start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start.

I ate an entire thing of chocolate biscuits. It was so good. And so very, very bad. I am currently compensating with an orange.

anywho. ONWARD!

Several bloggers have made the point of late that a lot of obscure music is thrust upon the blogosphere daily without an overwhelming regard for true quality, because let's face it - everybody wants to be able to claim that they were the first to post on the Uber-Clapping Antipodean Glasswolves or whatever bestially/onomatopeiaically-named-excuse-for-the-kind-of-hyperbole-everybody-used-to-sneer-at-the-NME-for-embracing is next in line for descent upon the unsuspecting blogerati. So with that in mind, Connor from iGiF today posted this song:

~mp3~ Arms - Tiger Tamer

Because he really thought it stood out. and it really does. Don't listen to MC Lars (laa laa laa laa, la la la laa...damn, it's catchy, though), download THIS song. it's really, really, really good music. I won't bother repeating everything Connor said about it being DIY, homemade stuff, whatever. Really good tunes go beyond all that. It's a fantastic track. Read the post, and try not to let the comparisons to Wolf Parade and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's inital promise turn you off for fear of being up the front on a soon-to-be-very-full bandwagon. I almost did. *shudders to think*

The other slice of brilliant soundwave comes in the form of Nathan Asher & The Infantry's "Turn Up The Faders". Where Arms is only tonight's discovery and the glee-and-squee sensation is yet to stand the test of time, i have been listening to this song for a week straight and I can't see myself getting one foothold on this side, let alone getting over it any time soon. (Did we get the gate metaphor? Like the song's a gate and i'm climbing...never mind. I've forgotten my keys a few too many times this week...) It won the John Lennon Songwriting Competition, which sounds well impressive and all but not as impressive as the actual song. By turns it reminds me of Bright Eyes (Nathan's vocals are actually quite a lot like Conor's, but less damaged and vulnerable-sounding), Springsteen, The Album Leaf, and charcoal city almost-morning nights and not being as drunk as you were an hour ago and thinking the world is slightly less beautiful than it was when you had a little less scotch in you and a lot more idealism and suddenly you find yourself walking down the quiet street you grew up on, and you go sit down on the small strip of grass next to the road and it's enough to lie down and watch the sun come up sideways with your head on the cool concrete of the curb.

Download the song from his mySpace now. Send tearstained notes of heartfelt fanboy/girl thanks later.

Opening line of the week:

"Why don't you ever wanna play?
I'm tired of this piece of string."
- The Weakerthans, "Plea From A Cat Named Virtue"

That always makes me smile. Seek that song out on The Hype Machine. Somebody somewhere posted it this week. The entire song has got me through every morning this week where I've woken up and realised how badly I've screwed up my Government unit this semester; it leaps nimbly up into my lap, twines its fuzzy melody softly around my arm, purrs its insistent but warm drumming onto my tummy, looks me in the eye and quirks its gaze as if to say, what are you so grumpy about?

More tomorrow. It's stuvac, so I've got free time where I would normally be busy making up excuses not to go uni.

For reading this far, you totally have the right to spare Arms.
~mp3~ Whirring
~mp3~ Jon The Escalator

bitter, but SWEEET!

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Sat, 20 May 2006 01:02:00 +0000

headlines just aren't my thing today.

so here i was, all thrilled because we scored tickets to splendour, which i have been wanting to go to for YEARS, and has a great lineup this year (including DEATH CAB! and the SCISSOR SISTERS! and JOSE GONZALES! and MATISYAHU, my favourite new jewish reggae/hiphop artist - live at stubb's is amazing, i'll post my review for the uni rag when i'm finished). we even managed to book spots at a camping ground nearby before they sold out too. and THEN i read the lineup for the austin city limits festival on stereogum, and have an uncomfortable sensation i soon identify as wishing i lived in the states. read it and weep, fellow antipodeans: tom petty, van morrison, massive attack, TED LEO, ben harper, the flaming lips, john mayer (i still heart him, i don't care what you say, seth mcfarlane), the raconteurs, THE SHINS, ween, ben kweller, g love, MATISYAHU again, GNARLS BARKLEY, DAMIEN RICE, cat power, damien marley, kings of leon, iron and wine, calexico, NEW PORNOS, GUSTER, gomez, stars, NADA SURF, FEIST, PHOENIX, kt tunstall, GOLDFRAPP, the long winters, okkervil, alexi murdoch, and my darling JOSE again. and that's only the part of the lineup i got REALLY excited about, it accounts for about a third of the acts playing. suddenly the prospect of the yeah yeah yeahs isn't as much to gloat about as it seemed yesterday.

and then ON TOP OF THAT (my shift key is getting the kind of workout that usually happens to pause buttons belonging to a porn connoisseur), i read another entry on stereogum (matt is so not my favourite blogger today) telling me someone dies on the final episode of the OC. so what else is new, you ask - apparently it's someone IMPORTANT. he kindly refrains from revealing who, but THEN on best week ever i see a link to an IMDB article that reads "OC fans furious at [insert name of doomed character's portrayer here]", for revealing their character's imminent demise before the show even aired in the US (on thursday night).

children, cover your eyes. FUCK FUCKING ASSFUCK DRAT IT ALL. i HATE reading spoilers accidentally. i'm just waiting for [censored] to come out and quip "rumours of my character's death have been greatly exaggerated."

anyway, good things this week:

* extensions on assignments. fiona is the best american politics tutor in all the immediate vicinity of the Usyd government and IR department.

* my mate emma davis and her band CANING the competition in the uni band comp heat #2. as her head rock hack, i feel it is my duty to review her performance: but, biased as i am, all i can say is she has a beautiful voice, somewhere in the musical triangle between katie noonan from george, beth orton and touches of emiliana torrini (yes, it's true, davis, don't you "shucks" me), and gorgeous material, original, engaging and affecting. seriously. i'd buy it. and listen to it. a lot. listen now at her myspace.

* lano and woodley at the enmore on thursday night. no sleeping bag dance, unfortunately, but hysterical rants about drinking soup from grandma's scooped-out bum. much more innocent than it sounds.

* another mate being on TV tonight: mr benjamin jenkins made it to some very awesome level of a comedy competition and subsequently ended up performing at the melbourne international comedy festival. if you're aussie keep an eye out for him during the special tonight.

* the emusic free downloads promotion. thankyou, you lovely emuses, for iron and wine/calexico, spoon, ted leo, beirut, sun kil moon and soulwax.

* other new tunes. bitter:sweet (from IGIF), the new james figurine (jimmy from dntel) single, cryptically christened "55566688833", (from everywhere), camille's "ta douleur" (great clip, amazing song, created entirely with her voice), and guillemots' "trains to brazil" (sounds like live morrissey, or manics, or something britpoppy and ironic and intellectual.)

* this line: "over and over and over and over and over, like a monkey with a miniature cymbal..." brilliant. if hot chip were a pizza i'd order them every night. with double topping and thin-and-crispy crust. and they'd never arrive lukewarm.

* being a rock hack. i interviewed urthboy from the herd yesterday, i'm reviewing the matisyahu live album this week. admittedly it's only for the uni rag, but still. even lester bangs had to start somewhere.

the midweek DIG index

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Wed, 22 Feb 2006 01:09:00 +0000

or, you know, a copout for not having anything real and substantial to talk about.

digging:
My parents’ computer being LOADS (slight pun intended, my apologies) faster than mine, most likely because it’s a desktop with 1500 songs on iTunes as opposed to a notebook with close to 4500.
not digging:
still being on bloody dialup.

digging:
Triple J dusting off some fatboy slim, directly leading to me...
...digging:
dancing like ricky wilson trying out for a fiddy cent video, all over my empty loungeroom, in my scratty grey short short shorts and my ancient get up kids t-shirt (courtesy of dana). all together now: right here, right now, right here, right now. no, you've gotta BARK! it...

digging:
the day after the haircut. nothing dramatic, just a touch-up, but i still love getting blow-dries as i can't do them myself for the life of me.
most definitely not digging:
the pimple of uluru-like proportions spoiling my otherwise attractive jawline. i'm getting to the point where i'm think i should form an alliance with it, maybe name it and befriend it like chris does in family guy... i could christen it Just Jack and he can join me in the will and grace marathon i'm planning for this afternoon...

digging:
heading to sydney tomorrow to hang with my girls (including one i haven't seen in more than a year), and tear up the north sydney pubs. that is, after we see WONKA! an innovative and hilarious new selection for the melbourne comedy festival, where they screen the original willy wonka film (with gene wilder, the original and best, much as i worship the carpet lord depp skips on) but turn down the sound and redub it live, complete with 5 actors and 4 foley artists, to turn the plot from a slightly dark modern fairy tale to a very dark insane postmodern LSD-soaked "romp" (the most ridiculous, pompous and meaningless word in modern entertainment criticism) where veruca salt is a polish princess, her dad is winston churchill and the chocolate river is, in fact, a river of poop.
not even going near a shovel:
having to take the train. fuck public transport, fuck the state government (fuck the federal govt while i'm at it, just as a matter of course), and fuck not having my license.

digging:
the song that starts with some guy roaring "everyone's a critic" and has what sounds like a small roomful of people roaring the chorus. gotta love roaring.
that living things song with the vocals that sound like quan from regurgitator, that makes me feel like pouring myself into some black jeans and raising some hell, but in a different kind of tight-black-jeaned-hell-raising way than kasabian does. (sidebar!: having "club foot" in all the tv ads for Goal! is making me want to see it even more. and i could have resisted, with diffculty, even the charms of that mud-spattered piece of absolute totty they've got playing the brilliant young hero.)
something just coming on the radio now that sounds like an electric six remix... danger, danger! spiked with DFA and mylo...
the strokes again. especially that new thing with regina spektor. who is regina spektor?
jenny, conor, m and ben covering the traveling wilburys.
ted leo covering everyone.
everyone covering the beatles.
the sugababes covering the arctic monkeys. (well i haven't downloaded it yet, but i just spotted it on the hype filter in taylor's awesome blog M4KWCRG and just had to include it. come on, even if it's shite it'll be brilliant.)
scuffing my chucks halfheartedly in the dust (ie. not digging but not doing nothing even remotely near digging, if you follow. the sixties had no idea what they were starting with that particular bit of slang.)
james blunt covering crowded house.
holly throsby. hey holly, emiliana torrini called, she wants her gorgeous breathiness back, seeing as you're not using it.. no, really, you're not.

current tune: augie mrach - "one crowded hour"

we are seemingly unscathed,

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Mon, 23 Jan 2006 05:34:00 +0000

but sooner or later there will be hell to pay.

i was asked on christmas eve morning what the best books i read in 2005 were. i will relate to you what i told this guy, over the course of a couple of posts. i talk a lot.

undisputed number one:
the time traveler's wife - audrey niffenegger
amazing, amazing book. literate, passionate, deeply cerebral, heartbreaking, sexy as fuck. i fell in love with henry in a way i haven't fallen for a character since, dare i say it, gilbert blythe. i can't stop re-reading this book. it's like an addiction. i just wish i could read it again for the first time, with an pre-existing, innate understanding of the time-travel logistics. it's not that niffenegger's theories regarding time-continuum paradoxes are difficult to get one's head around (especially if you've seen back to the future), just that it can be distracting at first. my mother could hardly work it out at all and it just ruined the book for her, which is a damn shame.
the basic premise is a love story. clare and henry are one of those smart, beautiful, indie-ish couples, living in chicago around the present day. they're perfect for each other, that's a given from page one. she's an artist, he's a librarian (and self-described "egon schiele lookalike" - can you blame me?); they have intellectual, abrasive, hilarious friends, go to see the Violent Femmes and are as likely to Fuck as they are to Make Love. they're a fascinating, fun couple with a normally complex relationship and this could be a great book without the time traveling.
but there is time traveling nonetheless. henry has a genetic disorder that means his internal clock periodically resets and he finds himself thrown about the twentieth and early 21st centuries, often to the sites of events that have particular emotional resonance. this is how, when henry (28) meets clare (20) for the first time in 1991, she is already in love with him. several months into their relationship, henry finds himself in a field behind clare's childhood home, and meets clare herself as a child. as the real-time clare and henry have a reasonably normal relationship, meet the parents, get married etc., he finds himself often back in this field, sometimes in his early forties, sometimes his late twenties, where he gets to know the wife he loves so much between the ages of six and eighteen, and she gradually falls in love with her strange and tender new best friend. it's ageless, tragic, original, intelligent and endlessly absorbing. if i still feel this way about this book in two years i will honestly be able to say it's my favourite.

EDIT: oh no. i just found out they're making a movie out of it. let me check the cast... they're talking about having christian bale as henry. i guess i could stand that. laura prepon (donna from that 70s show) as clare? well that depends. has she read madame bovary in the original french? i mean, not like I have or anything, but clare would.

currently reading:
a heartbreaking work of staggering genius - dave eggers (nicked from dana - if i'm going to reference it in my blog i really ought to read the sodding thing). so much better than i ever expected. sadder. i expected a big, metropolitan, light-hearted postmodern romp reflecting on the nature of composition. something a bit like john colapinto's about the author, but spectacularly superior. instead it's devastating but hilarious, and eggers has given his narrator/himself the most amazingly naturalistic voice i've read in a long time, if not ever. i love the big, meandering, tangent-following streams of consciousness. virginia woolf eat your heart out (don't get me STARTED on that woman).

current books on intended reading list:
fear and loathing in las vegas - the indomitable hunter s. (desperate to see the movie, but i promised myself i would never again watch a movie before i read the book after the bridget jones incident. zellweger, get OUT of my head.)
from hipsters to gonzo - how new journalism rewrote the world - marc weingarten (chrissie present, still on the bedside table)
east of eden - john steinbeck (loaned to me by elle, part of my literary self-improvement regime)
the alchemist - paulo coelho (loaned by henry's mum, and ditto)

current tunes: radiohead - i want none of this

the fey and the filthy

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Fri, 20 Jan 2006 05:12:00 +0000

if they didn't call it ILLEGAL downloading, it wouldn't be half as much fun.

introducing, in addition to my new favourite variously-obtained tunes, my mp3-blog downloads of the week! these are thanks muchly to kind-of new fave, music for kids who can't read good (consistently giggle-worthy indie blog by a seppo with tops taste, themed loosely around a certain really really ridiculously good-looking man) and brand new favie you ain't no picasso. these boys do their mousework (as opposed to legwork) to find me the best tunes, like, ever, and post them up for sampling purposes only. who knows how long it would have taken me to get into amazing acts such as The Like, Mae, Hot Chip and Of Montreal without online indieheads like these.

new shins! (DL soonish from YANP). you can hear at the beginning that one of the boys (i think it's marty) mentions they're in australia, and judging by the date of the bootleg (the seventh of jan) it was recorded maybe in melbourne? (they played the falls at new years, and syd-er-ny on the 11th, so i'm coming from the south here.) I was utterly, utterly devastated to have to miss both the falls festival and their sydney show, i saw them last feb and afterwards i had to be dragged out of the metro by my friend to stop me gazing, slack-jawed, at the stage somewhere beyond where the roadies packing up marty's keyboards... but newness is the essence of squeeness, and squeeness is the essence of shin-ness.

jose gonzales, "heartbeats". gorgeous, gorgeous, fey, touching scandi-pop. (yes, he's swedish. he's not a sparkly-jacket-wearing caballero.) it conjures images of a lovely, lovely ex-boyfriend stroking your hair while explaining gently how something so beautiful turned into something so sad. this is the one used in the ad for that new bravia TV, i think it's sony, with all the coloured balls bouncing softly down a street. it MAKES that ad. the album's called veneer. get. (coincidentally, we just got one of those TVs, with a Tivo-type thing. hurrah!)

cat power, "the greatest". read this Music(for robots) entry to hear pretty much exactly how i feel about this song. i've resisted the cat power obsession up til now, but this does not bode well for my willpower...

franz, "the fallen". i know it's a little old, but seriously folks... i got the album a week after it came out last year and if it wasn't for the shuffle function in itunes i wouldn't have got past this song. i put this on to psyche me up for any type of town-painting. fight club references, a sneaky rude-word imitation ("kunst", anybody?) and the most sock-rocking line in the short history of modern nervy dance-rock: "what's wrong with a little destruction?" i'm going to print that on a t-shirt for the BDO next week, i am so fucking wired for that day it's not even funny. i am just, like, really T-O'd, you know, because they've put franz on at the same time as end of fashion! you frickin IDiots. mads almost imploded when i told her.

speaking of mads, I must dash, in order to organise that town-painting i mentioned in yesterday's post. hurrah! peace out my lovelies.

*note to any artists (I'm talking to you, mogwai, you sonsa bitches) considering objecting to their songs being posted up with showers of adoring praise - you are not out of pocket here. people who like your music enough to go and spend money on obtaining more of it will do just that. people who do not like your music enough to spend money on obtaining more of it will not do that. as for online sampling resulting in your loss in the form of eliminating the income from people who buy the record on impulse because they like the cover or something but end up not liking it and wouldn't have bought it had they heard any of it first but now you have their money so nah-na-na-nah-nah, well number one, you are a money-grubbing cynic if that's how you think. and number two, all the people who hear the music and THEN buy the record who wouldn't have heard it otherwise will without doubt make up for that tiny loss. now stop complaining, you sons of silly persons.

ANTIPODEAN SUB POP PATROL:

sleater-kinney
-at big days out
-side shows - the kings arms in auckland tonight, the gaelic club the day after the syd BDO, and corner hotel the day after the melboring BDO.
kelley stoltz (see him if you can, he's awesome)
-grace emily, adelaide tonight
-harvest festival in victoria on sunday

current tune: damien rice - cross-eyed bear (buy from itunes)

this will be our year

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Thu, 19 Jan 2006 10:43:00 +0000

took a long time to come.

wowee, what a gap. i actually had a REQUEST to post some more, about which i was MASSIVELY STOKED BRO (thanks tom, big up the FL posse), so i'll try and make an effort. i've decided to try and post some of my writing up here sometimes, maybe under the cut so it don't get nicked, or i could do what my fave online scribe mr christian stella does and post it as a pic file... oh well, whatever. anyway right now i'm on my parents' computer, not my own, so i don't have any writing handy. tonight's just a quickie (titter) to get me back in the groove for some serious bloggage to come.

so i'm just treading water at home a ce moment-la, waiting for college and real life to start at the beginning of march. at least now the suspense as to whether i was actually going to get back in or not is over. (i kinda fucked up a few subjects last semester, extrEEEEEEEEEEmely long story.) i plan on killing some time by hopefully getting some catering work (i have three companies promising me some shifts, you'd think i'd have done more than one in the last three weeks), and hanging with me bitches. (Christ, i sound like ali g tonight, innit?) spent some time at elle's before chrissie, painting north sydney scarlet and hanging with her husband (figurative term, though appropriate - they're not quite at the one month mark and when i called her last week they were buying bread and bickering like the goodnatured foodies they are over different grains. ah, henry, ye of stout heart...) and some of their respective syd posses. will be heading to legoland (aka canberra) to visit jess soonish me hopes, and also at some point to hang with my girlfriends from school at ANU. gem and maddy have just been overseas for six weeks, gallivanting about old blighty and the continent, and got back yesterday morning, so shall be hitting one of the limited number of pubs in town tomorrow night to welcome them back in a haze of long island iced teas, them tripping over each other to share hilarious eurotrip-esque anecdotes (which will, ideally, be incest-free), and me listening in bitterly envious silence.

NB: this took me ages to write as i kept having to run off and watch the third set of hewitt versus chela (or as my little sister dubbed him with a brilliant flash of originality, The Spitter). then the fourth set. sob. this only adds injury to the insult of Sir Marat Safin, Lord of my Loins, not turning up.

you don't always mean to sleep out in the gutter -

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Sat, 23 Apr 2005 01:53:00 +0000

sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.

oh my god, don't i know it.

i moved into college on the first of march. this i why i have not updated. because i have been drunk almost permanently for nearly two months.

there's too much crap to catch up on for me to relate much. plus it's all a bit of a blur. so i'll fill you in on some basics so that when i get back into regular updates (ha!) you'll know what i'm talking about.

my college is 130 years old, and the main building is this beautiful old sandstone thing full of mahogany and stained glass and chandeliers, and it looks like hogwarts. there are around 220 undergrad residents of whom a little under half are freshers, plus some postgrads and the staff (this includes a few tutors, admin staff, housekeeping, kitchen staff and groundsmen). my room is in the main building (there are a couple of other residential buildings), as is stuff like the dining hall and the Junior common room or JCR - the centre of much heavy drinking as well as slightly more sober student's club meetings etc. admin actually have relatively little to do with our day-to-day lives, the students' club runs most things. we are all members, and there is the senior student (captain woody!) and a secretary and treasurer, and reps and subcommittees for everything from every sporting team and the drama society, to the CS on the DF subcommittee (that's cut-sick on the dancefloor), the tip (touch footy) subcommittee and the home brew sub committee. minutes from committee meetings are a source of great amusement.
anyway, as i said my room is in the main building, in the front corridor actually. it's kind of good because people are always coming in to say hi on their way to the dining hall or JCR, it's very social, but on the other hand i get even less work done than i would have anyway. i also have to walk past the main entrance in my towel to get to the showers. there are three other girls and three boys in my stretch of corridor, and three more boys in an alcove round the corner. my closest neighbour is kane, who i refer to as keanu because he reminds me of him, and when the names are that close how can i not? he's a second-year pharmacy student, but it's his first year at college. (our entire floor is freshers actually, as are most of the students in Main. our little stretch of corridor is known as fresher alley. most of the seniors live in the newer building next to the oval, Reid.) on keanu's other side lives monty, an economics student with a loud mouth, a filthy sense of humour, a brother in second year and a heart of gold. love him. then there's jess, who's fairly quiet and doesn't socialise that much with the rest of us, but seems nice. further down that way in the alcove, there's howie, who's all young-liberal (i'll get started on the young liberals in a sec...tsssssssssssssss) and a little annoying; tim down the end, who's another quiet one but lovely enough; and in the middle, petey, one of my really good mates here already. did i mention i knew NOBODY when i came here? most people seemed to have somebody they knew, but there there no other girls in my grade who even came to sydney uni, and only one guy, piers, who went to college (he's over at the only all-boys one, i see him quite a bit) at all. pete was pretty much one of the first people i met, as my parents and i sat with him, his and a few of his mates at lunch on the first day. he's a bit of golden boy type, he took a gap year and so like a lot of freshers he actually finished school a year before me, but he's a total champ and has some awesome music on his puta. plus he gives great hugs.
on the other side of the main entrance, there's sandy, who's actually a second-year, but was voted eternal fr by the seniors. plus he acted up a bit too much in the first few weeks and college admin told him if he wanted to stay he had to move out of thyne (another residential building) and into main where they could keep an eye on him. he seems a bit rough at first but once i've gotten to know him a little he's actually a really nice, smart guy, and he's got awesome music as well. (like the cure's ENTIRE back catalogue.) then there's anna and zoe. they're both doing arts like me, only anna's doing arts/languages and zo's doing arts/sciences. anna started going out with another fresher guy, richard, about five days into o week, and they're still on. they're mental about each other, it's so cute.
i've got a few other mates too - cally, who lives in the alcove one floor up, is kind of in the clique too, she's from tasmania and is the craziest kid ever; pip, who's a little alternative but friendly as hell and is in one of my french tutes; ellen, who's in my other french tute and is a model with this quasi-west-london accent that makes her sound like a flaming queen stuck in kate moss's head, says stuff like "you know that ugly girl with the fat nose in our french tute?" and seems to only have models for friends outside college; andie, who actually came to our year 12 formal because she's from camden and is good friends with a guy from my year, and is possibly the nicest person alive (and not in a spineless way); and dana, who's a second year guy (yes, a boy called dana) who's originally from new york state. we showed up on thr first monday wearing identical shins tshirts - we'd been to the same show back in feb. we have almost identical taste in music and share it all the time - i've got him onto gelbison and some other aussie stuff, and he's got me onto some american indie bands like guster and dispatch who are awesome. he's also got me back into ben folds, and we went to see him a few weekends ago. oh my fucking god, best show i have EVER been to, it was just amazing. go and get the live album, that might convey a tiny fraction of how awesome it was. (i also went to see bright eyes the night after! that was fucking awesome too, i got conor's bottle of water afterwards!!! so proud. the title of this post is from a BE song called road to joy.)

i say all this stuff now i never used to say before! i never used to use the word cunt, i used to hate it, now i use it all the time (although i still object to its usage in an anaotmical sense). i also say "that's awesome" all the time, for which i think i can blame dana; and elle is always coming up with new random expressions like "ho yah, in a BIG way!". plus everyone here calls me cait, not by variations on my last name like most people did at school. when my school friends come to stay (which they do quite a bit, maddy is here at least once a week) they think it's the weirdest thing ever.

it's all very private-school - i suppose it would have to be, people who can afford college would have to be able to afford private schooling. the place is full of jocks and stunningly beautiful girls with tans and designer wardrobes, not to mention a few young-liberal types who dress like they're forty and think they're god's gift to women. (grrrrrrrrr. i really can't stand those three. they think that just because i wasn't exactly the virgin mary during o week that i'm going to jump their bones if they just blow in my ear when they're wasted. i HATE guys who blow in my ear.) but people are mostly really nice and easy to get along with, and you know there'll always been someone to wash you off and put you to bed if you're blind. plus i have had to work up a bit of independence - even thought my parents are still paying for everything at the moment, from my fees to my textbooks to my alcohol, it's a set allowance and i have to budget, and i do my own washing, keep my room cleanish, sometimes even get some work done.

ah, uni. that pesky thing that keep interrupting college. i have some awesome classes - english is so interesting, i've got some great people in my geopolitics tute, my american history lecturer is so good he's actually legendary - and some shit ones: all my french classes, i hate them, they're full of stunningly beautiful girls who are all totally fluent and really annoying guys who only think they are. plus i'm totally out of my depth, i shouldn't be doing advanced but it's too late to change now. hardly anyone in my history tute says anything, including me cause i never do the readings, and the tutor just sits there looking wryly amused and mildly exasperated. and my geopolitics lecturer, who is also my tutor, is a dry, soccer-mad Irish guy who's a hoot when he's not talking about geopolitics but the most boring man alive when he is. the lectures are two hours long on a monday afternoon, and lethal.
i leave all my assignments til the last minute - literally, i started the last two three hours before they were due and then sprinted to uni to get them in two minutes after the due time. hurrah! and i got my first ever lot of marks back last week - for an english debate (having written my speech at 3am the day it was due), 82. this is a mark i probably would have been less than thrilled with at school, but here it means a distinction that is only 2 marks off an HD. i thought to myself - this uni thing might not be quite as hard as it looks.

i'm sorry, this was meant to be a shortish entry. i'm going to stick some piccies in to break up all the text. but now you're all up to date, and i'll try to be a little more conscientious about this. (happy now, lukas?)

current music: fa fa - guster

join the party,

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 22 Feb 2005 05:19:00 +0000

rock tha bloc.

this is a post from a net community i just joined called fasterlouder.com.au, all about music stuff!!! this particular post i found interesting because i devour rolling stone and NME like a ravenous rock beast and i often wonder where music will be in ten years' time. it also mentions some of my fave bands, including bright eyes, coldplay, franze, dandies, zeppelin and u2, as well as a new fave from england called bloc party. i illegally obtained some of their music about six weeks ago and loved it, and now they're getting heaps of airplay over here.

Where is music going? What directions will the new sounds be drawn from?

Recent trends have seen a revival of the heroin trash imagery of the 1980's. In the '90's people were loathe to even ackowledge the '80's existed. Bad hair, garishly coloured clothes, shoulder pads, hair spray, out-of-control synths.

But now we revel in the beats and rhythms which defined an era. We are now seeing the seeds born to life in bands like The Killers who I would contend are more influenced by Duran Duran than by The Cure or New Order. 'Indie Rock'n'Roll For Me' - methinks Brandon Flowers doth protest a little too much.

Modern bands are now openly stating influence by the afore mentioned Simon Le Bon quintet - Roger Taylor recently procuded The Dandy Warhols latest album, 'Welcome to the Monkey House' (2003) as they sought to give the album a distinctly synth-y retro feel.

Franz Ferdiand, The Departure, Dogs Die in Hot Cars...this list is an endless one whereby bands are diving back into catchy guitar hooks, bouncy bass lines and not being afraid to tie an image in with their music.

The '90's saw any band that tried to conceptualise their music given a sadly mocked tag. The only bands last decade dressing up similarly to each toher were nicely packaged boy bands.

But new comers like Alex Kapranos, who boldly state that their music is as much about the image that backs it up, are creating, again, a more Warholian sense of music being an all-encompassing art form. Hense the new moniker 'Art-Rock'.

So, okay, we're happy delving into the past to be content in the furture. But where next? It is an unfortunate (but maybe ineveitable) side-effect of the pop-culture we live in that everything is referencial to something else. Nothing exists for it's own sake or in a vacuum. The Music, for example - a blending of the best bits from Led Zepplin and The Stone Roses. Just to name one band.

So all music we listen to now is derivitive of something that came before. Rock'nRoll has existed for 50 years or so and the only new forms of music in the past 10-15years are arguebly Rap/Hip-Hop and techno-electronic. And these forms have been fully absorbed into the current musical culture. Modern artists with the talent and ability are able to use an inteligent blend of traditional instrumentation with sampling, in Sarah Blasko's case, or even a rap, which is reportedly due on the new Beck album.

Will some new techology be developed in the near future that will see music head off on an excitingly fractured tangent or are we set for a re-hash of all that has gone before?

And if music is set, not to stagnate, but to not create any new forms, is that such a band thing.

There are still great bands today, some who have survived a number of decades, fashions trends, shifts in musical popularity and still remain today to be referenced by by new shining lights of modern music: U2 with Coldplay and REM with Brights Eyes, as an example.

here's what i wrote in reply:

franz started out like bloc party are now - not being together for long, then heralded by the NME as the sound of now and suddenly they're everywhere. if u read NME alex kapranos is being worshipped as the new indie rock god (especially following the demise of pete doherty...oops...) with the same level of devotion they gave to someone like richey edwards ten years ago, only richey actually had something to say. BP are a fucking fantastic band and they deserve better than the Next Big Thing tag because it's seriously good music, and brilliant as franz sound they don't seem to have the soul behind their music that Kele and the boys do.

the thing about bloc party is that they're a return to the rawer, more emotion-driven post-punk sound of the cure or the pixies or new order that's influenced all this "new rock" like franz, but in a more concentrated way, and without all this degenerate, self-absorbed rock'n'roll angst and self-destruction that fucked up brilliant people like richey and ian curtis. they've got actual brains, real intellect behind their music, not just wit; they are genuinely nice boys who love other people's music as much as their own; and they know that you can be well-adjusted AND have a successful music career.

food for thought, my fellow rock-obsessed darlings.

supergrass - mary

so hot right now

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Thu, 17 Feb 2005 03:30:00 +0000

(to be said in super-camp, zoolander-esque male-model tones)

yes, darlings, i am as shallow as a smurf's wading pool - a new haircut can make my day. as can said new haircut's indirect effects eg. getting whistled at from a passing ute in the main street of town. and here's the kicker - the guy wasn't even old and gross, but young and rather spunky in a stubbly-chinned, pleasantly grimy way. hurrah for vapidity!

mood also improved consierably by prospect of bright eyes gig in a matter of weeks. STOKED!!! mr oberst, i shall see you in sydney on april 2nd.

college countdown: 11 days to go.

current tunes: evil - interpol

we knew all the answers

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Fri, 11 Feb 2005 09:28:00 +0000

and we shouted them like anthems.

shins was awesome. pops seemed a little lost at times - she only knew new slang and caring is creepy so she couldn't sing the words along with me, but she said she had a great time so i believe her. the best songs were so says i (jump around and go crazy...) and caring is creepy. i love that song so much. it reminds me of when i saw garden state for the first time and the gorgeous little swoop in my stomach when i heard the song and realised, even if i hadn't before, how much i was falling in love with the movie. and it's a beautiful song.

more beautiful songs i have acquired recently:

gomez - we haven't turned around

the dears - lost in the plot

broken social scene - lover's spit

bright eyes - lua
- the bottom of everything
- one foot in front of the other

rufus wainwright (just about anything he's ever done, really.)

scissor sisters - it can't come quickly enough

death cab for cutie - transatlanticism

i've been listening to way too much music and it's slowly rolling me into my rut again. especially as people i really want to talk to are away where i can't talk to them, and people i used to talk to don't seem to want to talk to me any more, and the next ten days stretches ahead of me like the road underneath the feet of an enigmatic protagonist!!!

i had a spack attack on sunday night, crying hysterically and storming out of the house and down the driveway in my bare feet and not even wearing a jacket, and then stopping to look at the stars as the tears ran down my cheeks. my dad came out and got me to come back inside. but for once my parents were remarkably understanding about it. i heard mum murmuring to my grandmother (mum's parents were down for my sister's birthday - way to make me feel good about the tantrum) as i sulked and listened to simon & garfunkel in my room. "she's waiting for her life to start" she was saying softly. not in a condescending, talking-about-a-toddler way, or making excuses for me. just getting it.

alison and gem move to canberra for uni tomorrow. maddy's already started tafe in sydney. and just like that our little girl-group is split up. we'll probably never all live in the same town again. who knows if we'll even still be friends once we've finished our degrees? i'm not being insecure for once, just realistic - they might find people who suit them better, who get them better, who are better at reading them and knowing them. i've known these girl for almost half our lives but only more time will tell if we were friends through circumstance, thrown together in a small school in a small town full of small minds, or if we were friends because we really wanted to be.

bright eyes - lua.
and for some reason i'm almost crying. why?

half of the time we're gone

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Mon, 31 Jan 2005 03:00:00 +0000

but we don't know where

I've been listening to the Garden Stae soundtrack a lot. I have way too much time on my hands...i need a job, or at least something obligatory that's going to both keep me busy and cash me up. which i suppose is all a job is. i have a month before i start uni and it's worse that if i had nothing, because then i would have possibilities, choices. now i just have this blank month of nothing before my existence sputters to life again. it's all thrown into even starker contrast because i've got friends who have started uni already, who start next week or the week after, who are in england or romania or vietnam working and living and enjoying themselves. and i'm stuck here in my sleepylittledeathtolltown (ta to the panda band for describing this hole so perfectly).

On the bright side, i enrolled at sydney uni last monday and came away with my brand new student ID and unuon member cards and my brand new union diary/planner, which i took home and promptly covered in pictures and headlines featuring the shins, death cab, elliott smith, the frames, the fab fab four, the bravery, the killers, garden state and my alltime fave, mr jeffrey scott buckley - all clipped from Roling stone, NME, melody maker (i love the british music weeklies) and the like. that was fun. i also made a friend in the many, many queues in which i spent my day - a fellow buckley tragic like myself by the name of rose. went to james ruse (infamous selective high school for the psychotically intelligent) and got 99.65 for her UAI but very nice nonetheless. we talked the whole time and i even busted out my beloved iPod to listen to one of my jeff bootlegs. i saw absolutely nobody that i knew in the hundreds of people there on the day, so it was nice to have someone to talk to. found out later that reece is doing arts/sci so i'll have him at least - it'll be good to have a male friend around who i can drag to college formals et if i suddenly find myself in need of a date.

so, to sum up - uni = v. exciting. also v exciting - i'm going to see the shins in ONE WEEK!!! i'm going to help pops move into her uni-provided matchbox in broadway then crash there after the show, and hopefully catch up with frankie and mads who will be starting tafe that day. am playing my hard-won copy of Chutes Too Narrow over and over again (in between GS, which admittedly has two songs from Oh Inverted World [2001 shins album] on it) in preparation so i know the words. must burn copy for pops too...oooh i'm feeling better now. who was it who said "anticipation is the purest joy?" my mind is saying voltaire and then telling itself it's wrong, which it usually is.

the shins - new slang

STELLAAAAAAAAAA!!!

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Fri, 14 Jan 2005 05:05:00 +0000

what? it's a great name.

the interests index: a great way to discover the existence of like-minded people on blogger. by browsing the index for Garden State (the movie, not jersey) i discovered a young man from connecticut going by the name of christian stella. through his blog, i then discovered his writing, at www.ribcage.org. my favourite story so far is the january 5th one, ten things that happened all at once. he's damn good, people, and what's more is that he's not smug about it. some writers' work is like expensive wine - you would enjoy it immensely if you couldn't taste its own knowledge of how fantastic it is in every sip. anyway, i commented on it, and voila, there a few days ago (i haven't checked in for a while) is a thankyou-entry in his blog. clearly he has quite a few fans. by far the best bit has to be: Cait, I printed out the first paragraph of your comment and taped it in my journal. That was beautiful. in his journal!!! even if he doesn't take his real-world journal quite as seriously as i do mine, that's pretty nice to hear. i can't remember what i said or where i posted it, although i do remember considering my words "mindnumbingly wankerous". but it's nice that he appreciated it.

dear god, it's hot. i mean really, really hot. i'm on the north coast with my family (stuck up here for another week yet, too) and i'm sitting here in a singlet and loose miniskirt sweating. gross? yes. enjoyable? damn straight. i love the heat. cold is so isolating. heat is sex and stillness, atmospheric and oppressively poetic. i do my best writing in the heat.

right now, though, my dad wants his laptop back, so i'm going to go and let my mind languish while i go swim some laps in the pool.

i keep having dreams about uni. not always nice ones, either. (although one was cool, i was moving into college and we all had magical powers.) i can't work out if i'm looking forward to it or absolutely terrified. and i can't work out why i feel i have to make up my mind one way or the other.

who are they?

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Thu, 06 Jan 2005 07:06:00 +0000

those people who are not you?

thought i'd post my Major Work from last year...it's called People Who Are Not You, and it's supposed to be postmodern. I'm still not sure if I like it or not.

People Who Are Not You

Just for the record, the writer is me. At the same time, however, she is not. *oooh...the plot thickens...wait on - THERE IS NO PLOT.*

the thrills - whatever happened to corey haim?

a series of unexpected events

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Thu, 06 Jan 2005 02:03:00 +0000

i'm very concerned.

when i read books or watch movies, i find i'm a way attuned to how the creator foreshadows what's coming up later in the plot. i can predict who the headless horseman is coming after next; in a platform full of departing soldiers and their sweethearts i can tell who's coming back and who's not. in real life, as well, my natural mix of hopeful optimism and pragmatic pessimism serves my powers of divination well - i can hope for the best while still being unsurprised when the worst occurs. (cf the recent australian and US elections.) i see it all coming.

or at least i used to. recently i have found so many things happening around me, on both a personal and global scale, that i never would have seen coming. stuff to do with boys, girls, fire, water, power, weakness, knowledge, pure and unadulterated stupidity. even with my overused, vivid, drama-queen's imagination, i never imagined half this shit.

current music: the world at large - modest mouse

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on baby maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters-books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.

maybe i'm a lonely girl who's in the middle of something

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 28 Dec 2004 11:55:00 +0000

that she doesn't really understand.

story of my life...oh, i won't go into it. i'm tired and anyway scrubs is on in three minutes. i'll do a real post tomorrow. just needed to put this up (god this thing is addictive) as i only figured out the lyrics the other day and fell in love with this song all over again and again.

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America

Kathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

Kathy I'm lost I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America

All come to look for America

lyrics of the day

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 02:07:00 +0000

mr brightside - the killers

and it's got the sweetest, achiest clip. not just because brandon flowers makes me want to wrap my arms around his shoulders and hug him. he's gorgeous but just the look on his face in the video makes me feel a little teary. watch it and you'll see what i mean.

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
(It was only a kiss)
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Choking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside

93.15 is a magic number

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 01:05:00 +0000

or let's hope so. i MIGHT just scrape into arts-languages, cos i got into the broadway scheme. so because i am within 5 pts of last year's cutoff, depending on how many people apply and what they get, i might still get in. if not i could even try flexible entry cos i did well in french. so who knows.

for those who don't know, 93.15 is my UAI, or Universities Admissions Index. it's a ranking amongst the students in my state who want to get into university, ranked according to how we did in our final year of school and in our exams. uni courses have cutoffs, or a certain UAI rank below which students are no longer admitted. it's a BIG thing here, or at least it's made out to be. i'm over it.

i have friends who are pretty much guaranteed to get into their course. (way to get 10pts above the cutoff, sally and lukas!!!) bastards. i will almost definitely get into my second preference, a plain old arts degree. mybe i can transfer.

as long as i get to spend six months studying in france or maybe canada or italy, i don't mind. hehehe.

current music: tim buckley - dolphins

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 00:53:00 +0000

tada!!!

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Sun, 12 Dec 2004 11:42:00 +0000

don't i just know how she feels.

it's like it's reading my diary.

noreply@blogger.com (cait (still queen)) — Sun, 12 Dec 2004 11:28:00 +0000

my internet-tested love-life personality:

The Window Shopper
Random Gentle Love Dreamer
(RGLDf)

key paragraph:

"...of all female types, you are the most
prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns."

sudden, ferocious crushes and bizarre obsessions. and i thought it was just me.