I did too much yesterday. I won’t go into what it was, but today I’m having a rest. I need a vacation, and maybe I’ll take one, but won’t be for a while. I’m going to turn on my internet radio and see if I get inspired to write something. It might be nostalgia or habit or something but I have a predilection for Melbourne Community radio stations. That is quickly fading as I have learned that the place where used to live largely doesn’t exist anymore. It’s the middle of the night down there and RRR is playing Indian disco music. The other station that I listen to, 3CR which featured some of my music in a program last year, is playing what might be called shoe gaze rock at the moment.
So far so good I guess. It’s a mixed bag tonight. I think it’s just on auto pilot. They’re playing the blues now. It’s lazy man’s music in my opinion. Everyone raves about it, but it’s the musical equivalent of a chicken sandwich. That’s just my opinion, don’t everyone get mad at me. I like the Blues, but it’s not genius musicality we’re talking about here.
If you only knew… etc etc
I’d better shut up or I’ll get in trouble. It’s not hard to do in this fakakta world. I don’t care really. Fuck everything. I’m exhausted, you’ll have to excuse me today. Yesterday we had brand practice. Rick was tired too. He said he’d been out drinking the night before. That would have been Monday night. Was it an early start to the weekend or a late finish? I didn’t ask. He wasn’t “toasted” though he said. God the blues gets fucking annoying after a while. This sounds like BB King or someone trying sound like him. Shut the fuck up already.
I’m not talking about the war, nor will I talk about politics today. In rock news, the Post has reported that Former Dead Kennedys singer Jello Biafra was rushed to the hospital after suffering a hemorrhagic stroke. Jello posted this on Instagram, ”I hopped out of my bed because I needed to pee, and my left leg just collapsed under me and I fell to the floor. I couldn’t even break the fall with my left arm because it wasn’t working either. I tried to hop back up again, and I couldn’t. I realized I had “fallen and I can’t get up!”It was this point I thought, “Oh shit, I’m having a stroke!”
Trump curse – almost a Dead Dead Kennedy
I don’t know much about the Dead Kennedys I have to admit. I wouldn’t know any of their songs if I heard one. Now they’re playing some punk tune on the radio. This sure is a mixed bag. If they’d ask me I’d do a streaming overnight show in the daylight hours over here. That’s not gonna happen is it. Oh, I like this song.
Maybe Melbourne’s not a dead zone after all
There’s no announcer, but I have an app called Shazam that will listed to the song and tell me who it is. It’s almost finished, and yet Shazam has managed to find out what the song is after listening to about 10 seconds of the very end. Phia Exiner – Pick Me Up Don’t Put Me Down. Fucking Ai, it’s creepy. This chick is from my old neighborhood in Fitzroy.
Good Day