9.

this weekend was pretty great, specifically sunday. we travelled down to sydney in the early morning and i had very little sleep which ruined my mood for the day but the second ceremony started playing; fuck. just fuck.

it was utterly crazy, it was almost the most fun i've had in quite a while which revolved around getting hurt and yelling clean in singers face as he contorted his face and scared half the crowd. he was mental and one of the nicest dudes i've met, even said he'd help sneak an underage friend into the night show and put me on the door list which rules because i'm still unemployed. i always get worried larger touring bands are going to be full of rockstar fuckwits but this was far from true.

the night show wasn't quite as good minus the dead kennedys cover, besides that it was a whole lot more contained and people were more angry about being run into. easily one of the best weekends of my life.

what's life without love, what's love without hate. what good is your heart if it doesn't break.

8.

commence shitty long post.

i left for melbourne on wednesday on a whim and 45 minutes notice in which i arranged my bags and managed to borrow $400 off mum. we left at about 10:30pm and began the approximate twelve hours of driving, i probably got around twenty minutes of sleep the whole time which was terrible but the highlight came when i got to sit up front and keep roffey awake.

at about 7am we drove past a massive kangaroo on the side of the road and it sat up, with blood pouring from it's head it turned to us. it was cute. at about the same time i took this photo with my phone and i really wish i had a proper camera on me, the sky was so blue and the grass so green.


we got in around midday and hung at a friends unit for a few hours, basically everyone fell asleep during anchorman. at 5pm we headed into the city to go to la porchetta's before the show at next nightclub. a lot of people say it's pretty average but in my opinion it's amazing. the size for the price is unbeatable (to my knowledge). for like $11 i am pretty happy with that.

after the show we went upstairs to the metal room and i had my first jagerbomb, and probably my last at $7 odd. someone had the bright idea of going back to dallas dancers but it was closer and it was ended up at the men's gallery strippers, i wish i could take photos inside but i wasn't willing to have my head stepped on. here's a phone camera photo of my favourite place in the entire world.


friday morning we drove to adelaide which is 9 hours of desert and a few small towns. i'll keep this brief by saying the drive sucks and the city sucks. nothing of interest really happened except i'd never seen this flowers before, someone said they are canola flowers. it was some non-homo beautiful shit, paddock sized areas of bright yellow flowers which looked to be almost waist height.


i can't really be bothered to keep writing this novel so i'll just sum up the rest. on the way back from adelaide we saw a kangaroo get hit by a semi-trailer in the oncoming lane. it was about 4am and we hadn't seen anything in hour when suddenly it hops out in front of the semi, it clips it and the kangaroo spins on it's head and does a few flips until it ends up on our side of the road, it was crazy.

saturday was sike your mind, the turnout was large but i spent my time at seaford rsl smashing schooners waiting for dropsaw to play and what a show it was. shoutout to seaford charcoal chicken and the old pedofile in the wheel chair.

here are a few other crappy photos.

sam (red hair) getting beat up.

fuck you sam (red hair).

sam (red hair) wearing a disguise in seaford charcoal chicken. nothing can disguise the colour.

7.

my track record shows this sudden surge of attraction will not last.

lock yourself away from me.

6.

all week i earn money as best i can and it culminates into what most people would call a waste, but it's a cycle that i'm starting to really love. seeing a band i really like full of dudes i really like day after day fucking rules, going to shitty clubs and dancing badly to shittier songs fucking rules, sleeping on floors doesn't rule as much although i still appreciate it.


this town is my war zone.

5.

burning bridges has never kept me warm.

i just want to get through the night without seeing the rising sun.

4.

yesterday i skipped uni to clean my room, the sun was shining through my window and i just felt happy and warm but that didn't last long at all; maybe summer will actually be good for me. i want to go back to the days of sitting in the sun somewhere and reading a good book. uni life is exhausting and this course is barely time consuming, 1500 word report due. fuck, i am drowning. the loft friday, hermann's o18 saturday and wyong on sunday.

why is it that every kid in 2008 is a record collector? i haven't really thought about collecting anything unless maybe it was one of my favourite bands or if the artwork was anything short of amazing. however contradictory this is to my initial statement, i just started to collect sinking ships 7"s because, well, everything else is out of my price range. if you didn't know, sinking ships was a melodic hardcore band from seattle, washington with lyrics as far from posi and optimistic as they come. they broke up a few months ago and this is the final 7" they are releasing. it's on gold, screen printed cover and it's out of /250. sold out already.


i don't want to be lost between a comfortable desperation and a saving grace.

3.

it's 4:09 and i have uni at six, which means three hours of a subject i don't understand and the cold walk to and from the bus stop. i think might defer for a year to just work and save, i say that now but i've been unemployed for three years. i just want to sit at home and listen to these until i feel a little more hopeless:

here's to our fucking youth, spent wasted the fuck out.

2.

i interviewed dropsaw on saturday night when we were all pretty drunk, it's not entirely finished and it's a little too long to post here so i've just chosen a few questions to post. hopefully it will be up on brokenglassonline.com in a few days, here's a little glimpse.

Dropsaw are a metallic hardcore band hailing from the town of Newcastle, New South Wales. I’m going to go out on a limb here and call them the loosest band Newcastle has to offer currently; if you are down for beerbongs, tins and heavy music drawing inspiration from the likes of Sworn Enemy, 100 demons and Ringworm then head to http://www.myspace.com/dropsaw or pick up Victims Or Killers in a store near you.

What do you take inspiration from and what keeps you in Dropsaw?
J: The inspiration comes from bands I love, and how I’ve always wanted to be in a band. What’s keeping me in Dropsaw is all the boys I’m in it with, parties at Mitch and Simone’s house, unbelievably funny things happening while on the road, head banging & beerbongs.
S: Hanging out with a good bunch of dudes while playing the music I love.
J: We will never be one of those bands on the road non-stop, most of us have full time jobs and we're realistic that making money to live [while] in a band is a very fucking hard thing to do. We're enjoying what we're doing at the moment so we'll keep going the way we are.

1.

i don't know why i've started this blog or why i am expecting anyone to care enough to read. it seems like everyone moderately into hardcore has a blog to display their latest merch, records or lonely writings and sadly, i don't think i'll be an exception to this. i'm just an average teenager/early adult with no surprising or original proplems, life is much harder for many other people and i'm just trying to find another reason to hate myself.

never take me seriously, cause who the fuck am i. just some awkward kid from a shitty town no different from any of you.

nothing has ever rung more true.