Guitarboy

Back In Black

Listening to; Liz Phair, fuck off all of you who are rolling eyes. She's great, frank, tuneful and she plays a blonde Fender Mustang with tortiseshell pickguard

Feeling; Kinda full/ Kinda empty. Salad roll for lunch, some misguided health kick. Quiche for dinner, health kick temporarily suspended. oh and 2 stellas to take the edge off the day.

Career; Stationary.

Band; Rockin, we're fuckin huge in Thebarton, bigger than jesus some say.

So here we are, back on the web as part of a new years resolution. Was going to leave it for chinese new year but Exxon Mobil don't mark that occasion in my diary, gotta love corporate branding the whole year round. Wonder if they celebrate the grounding of the Valdez?

Quick update for those of you i haven't seen, alright that's all of you. Except Miss H who has to suffer this all the time.

We had a nice xmas in the car driving from relative to relative, uspide is we got to listen to lots of Hilary Duff (see below).
Much parental bonding, translated that means that my mum and Miss H's auntie got on the gas and had a grand ol time. Trying to convince the kids (us) to concieve so they can have little children to fuck up all over again, like it's something we can do over xmas lunch. I was tired dammit and the venue was at aunties house at the beach. We all know how much i despise sand. Then off to a location somewhere near the Australian antarctic territory, ok Noarlunga but it's close, you can see Scotts hut on a clear day. Much hilarity ensued, not for us but i guess someone enjoyed it. Got kickass presents from Miss H and family. Got a whole year of Daria ahead of me since i got the box set. I am rationing myself to 1 episode a day or i'd have to give up work just to watch Daria.

Anyhoo, that was then and this was before.

Went to 2 very different gigs in 1 week. I was Motley Crue. Vince Neil got fat and old quickly, Mick Mars looked like a fat Marylin Manson minus the burlesque wife, Nicky Sixx was cool, only cause Gibson gave him his own series of bass guitars. The real standout for me was Tommy Lee, always thought he couldn't play drums. Wrong. He kicks. Proper rockstar kit too with a bass drum the size of a cement mixer and more cymbols than prince. As a band they were awful but Kickstart My Heart is such a great anthem for guys of that certain age (my age). Brings back feelings of rebelliousness and sexual frustration. Like year ten again.

The other one was Hilary Duff. That was sooooooo fuckin cool. We were the oldest there without kids. The kids behind were complaining cause we were standing up, stuff them. I figured that there is a cut off time for me attending a Hilary Duff show. Any older and i'd be accused of being a dirty old man. Not that i like Hil (as I call her) in THAT way. She is cute, but like in a cute sister in law kind of way to me. The music also transports me to another place in time. A place of innocence and simplicity, like we all want our lives to be. As much as i like the grown up feeling of advanced conflict resolution and all the other grown up things i do at my job I'd kind of like to be back in Australian studies knowing that in half and hour i can go home and not worry about anything except will your parents let you go out on Friday night to go "clap dancing" (fuck you mermaidgrrrl, now that tag haunts me) at the proscenium. Of course i told them i was only going round to Seagreens house.
So if anyone wants a copy of a Hilary Duff Cd or movie let me know and i'll happily share the gift.

On the ranch there has been much improvement, the kitchen is almost complete. I took off overseas for the worst of it leaving Miss H to battle the retarded tradesmen all on her own. Seriously the guy was too dumb to work at a sheltered workshop. He was pretty good at leaving on time though. So after knocking out a wall and moving everything around it's almost finished, only another coulple of hours and we have an new kitchen.
In the backyard there is also much movement, of the dirty kind. We are in preparations for building the retaining walls so i can finally have a shed. I have it all planned, fridge, cd player so i can listen to Hil and Liz as loud as i like, comfy chair and a sink for homebrew beer production (maybe next years resolution?). But for now it's pick shovel and cement mixer for the next couple of months. People ask why i don't just pay someone to do these things, i ask have they ever known me to do anything the easy way, they shrug and walk off. Probably sniggering at the stubborn tightass with the bad back.

I think it fitting to close my return "journal" with some observations from 2005.


Hilary Duff is ok and it's ok for a late 20's man to enjoy the movies and music of a teen idol. Now it's off my chest i can admit to liking Ashlee Simpson and Avril Lavigne and Lindsay Lohan. To my credit, not that i care what you think, i do also listen to "real music". Have been flogging the New York Dolls lately (not a euphemism by the way)

Britney should divorce Kevin
Angelina and Brad (as Seagreen said) are going to struggle to top Apple as a baby name
Paris and Paris were never going to work
Nick and Jess is a shame (maybe he saw Dukes of Hazzard and was too ashamed)
I don't much like the look of the Misubishi 380 ( if that's their saviour Mitsi's are fucked in this country)
Shame about Hunter S Thompson (cool funeral though, ashes getting fired from a cannon)
Speaking of ashes, that was a disgrace

Best thing of the year was discovering that I have a "style", Miss H said so and she has style, but more on that later don't want to spoil it.

TTFN, hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.