repetition/ revolver

so whereabouts in japan are you living?

what are you doing over there?

or yeah...so you must like it..

can you speak japanese?

how long do you think youll be over there for?

my friend was over there.

when are you going back?

whats the food like?

and the awardfor most irritating question goes to... "so whats it like over there?"

i really should get around to forming some snappy replies to these questions instead of standing there vaguely trying to construct an opening pararagraph for my 15 word essay; "japan: what its like over there"

i introduced myself to a japanese girl the other night. her boyrfriends spine seem to straighten when i spoke some japanese, rudely cutting me of as if i was making moves on her...coz why else would you want to go out of your way to talk to a girl. welcome to bastard logic 101.

thanks to neil and richard for letting me play a few records at for no standing at revolver last night. i think the crowd liked the music...no dancefloor would be complete without a raging queen in a cowboy hat and if i remember correctly i had two of them (perhaps they got there dates wrong) so i guess it was a success. i think i even saw some people smiling which for that place is nothing short of an achievement.

i forgot about the politics of deejaying, what you can and cant play, the potential to tread on peoples toes if you pick things up too much. everybody wants to be the star and play the hard stuff so it was extremely courteous of neil, much like our lord jesus would have if he were a deejay in a seedy nightclub, to go completely left field before i came on and enabled me to look like a star when the kids finally got their 4 on the floor stuff. its like funkadelic said, give the people what they want and they want it all the time. later on i listened to richard recount the time when he was on a bus with the mizell brothers (the guys who wrote i want you back and abc for the jackson 5) and the perils of trying to order 400 dollars worth of fish and chips for the red bull music academy participants.

for those of you who might care some of the songs i played were

cornelius - ? ? ?
bob james - spunky (re-edit)
freez - i o u
lindstrom and prins thomas - the contemporary fix
kano- im ready
afrodisiac souns system - another one bites the dust
mainline-somebodys watching me
afrodisiac - moustache
loose joints - is it all over my face
evelyn king - love come down
jago - ???
northend - tees happy
kathy ?? /maurice fulton- woman
electric funk- on a journey
buddy rich - and the beat goes on


i didnt take many risks and some of my mixes were plane awful but nobody threw anything at me so i guess it cant have been too bad

and so i fly back to japan on thursday...any more time back in australia and id need to book into rehab. i need a job.

i will be having some drinks on tuesday night for anyone who can make it..maybe dinner somewhere but fairly lowkey. if you read this blog consider yourself invited.

peace

Happy Birthday to me!

Its my birthday tommorow!

So far the plan involves looking for a job, finishing my cv, finally making a mix cd and possibly going outside.

Dinner tommorow at 8.....dont be late.

In the mean time im going to spend my last hours of 26 watching "Dangerous Weapons" starring Chesty Morgan. When Gangsters kill her boyfriend, the eye popping excessively endowed Chesty Morgan seeks revenge with two of the most incredible weapons ever seen on the motion picture screen: Her 73 inch breasts. Zsa Zsa plays Chesty, an israeli stripper, who tracks down the men who offed her lover and smothers them by shoving their faces into her copious cleavage.

SHE DOENST HAVE BREASTS SHE HAS....DEADLY WEAPONS!

I have heard rack, hooters, melons and others too ridiculous to mention but I have never thought of calling them weapons before.

I am debating weather or not to open a myspace account. Something about it disturbs my inner being, possibly that there will finally be concrete evidence that I dont have any friends when the only people at the bottom of my page will be that guy Tom who everybody gets. Also, it seems that everyone who opens a myspace account is some kind of deejay, designer, musician, artist, mc, pirate. Why must we all be someone? Will i still get talked to at partys or do i have mention that I am deejaying at some place where everybody looks as if their favorite place in town started going down hill as soon somebody normal walks in the door. Does my opinion on anything at all matter or do I have to name drop who i did a line with, who said what or offer some kind of insider knowledge that only someone as privlidged as me to the inner cirlces of cool could possibly find out. Is it just ok that Im that kid that peed in his sleeping bag on school camp when i was 9 or who all the girls sang mickey mouse too on holidays coz i was frigid when i didnt want to be with their fat friend who wore cross colors and whose name was emily and because i was a ginger and wasnt realy tough and you know emily had cross colors so that made her you know a bit of a catch for a guy liek me so i had to be frigid coz otherwise i would have been with her, and then a year later when i never had a pair of cross colors coz i thought they looked stupid and you were all wearing your expensive jeans that you bought at dangerfield and i still had some kind of oversized levis you gave ME shit about wearing cross colors even tho we al know you had the yellow pair and look like a fucking idiot but somehow i was made to feel the outcast!


deep breath

so im turning 27, it feels good to have put all that angst behind me now that I have Chesty and her 73 inch weapons.

Could it be that Mac is a little bit shit?

Ive got to admit i was pretty happy with my macbook when i bought it last august. Its thin, it looks cool, i felt like a creative young go getter type everytime i opened it up. I was ready to turn my back on dell and microsoft forever. Then about 6 weeks ago the first of the random shutdowns occured. This was an isolated incident however and for a month it behaved itself. Then a couple of weeks ago it stated happening, not just once but all the time. Any computer that randomly shutsdown is bad. in fact short of setting itself on fire its about the worst thing any computer can do. So its equally frustrating when mac continue to advertise themselves as the comptuer that never crashes. Furthermore visiting the official mac website i couldnt find a single article or piece of advice to the thousands of users who are apparently experiencing this problem with the recent macbook model.

So I am pissed off.

And more than that my life has just turned to shit for reasons i wont explain here

help me!

I went to the Wye River for 9 days

I read one motley crew autobiography

watched three episodes of northern exposure

saw three koalas and one wallabie

i studied japanese looking at the ocean (not easily quantifiable so i thought about ommiting this one)

i went for four swims

i ate some crayfish

i read some tom waits inteviews

I met one rascist

I met seven nice people

and on the way home i thought of an idea for a reality tv show...what would happen an entire hungry jacks outlet was run by 16 year olds? hilarity thats what.

happy new years everyone!