I went to see Faith No More at the Hordern Pavilion (my favourite venue!) last night with James. The last time I saw them was 13 years ago at the same venue with Pete, Matt, Chris, (Spiro?) and some other 16/17 year olds.
Old.

I remember the concert in 1997 was really wild (might’ve been the first concert I crowd surfed at…?), and FNM have lost none of their rock. Neither have their fans.

It was the usual story down near the front where James and I were. Lots of guys mixed in with guys and their petite girlfriends taking up the space where you want the crowd to go crazy… I was ready for more disappointing crowd lameness… BUT! The lights went down. FNM played midnight cowboy (slow instrumental song) and built the anticipation. Then BOOM! First song, the crowd surged, the mosh pit went mental (pro. men-ull) and the girls and lady-boys came running out like squirrels from a bush fire.

It was great. No fear of treading on the precious and fragile, just free, crazy, uninhibited jumping, heading banging, and slamming! I was 17 again! Except now I’m bigger framed and 30kgs heavier, so the pit was not the intimidating “I might die here” place that I remembered.
I just let loose. It was great.

And at the end there was the nostalgic familiarity of being soaked with sweat and partially deaf. The sweat I can live with, but I do feel regret for not protecting my hearing better… I’ve come to realise that hearing is not only worth protecting just because you’ve got, but because I feel stupid when I have to ask people 3 times to repeat themselves or have my phone speaker set at 50 decibels above normal… next time.

I’d never heard of the support band “Eagles of Deathmetal” before but they put on a great show. I think they have the same drummer from Queens of the Stone Age… either way, they were much better than the Jesus Lizard who did support for the 97 show. If I remember correctly, their lead singer was wasted and he pulled out his old fella on stage…

I met my riding buddy at Stanmore station, and then made it as far as the Caltex servo in Enmore where I decide to put more air in my front tyre. The air compressor was broken so I decided to use my hand pump. I had to inflate the tyre to 95PSI (that’s a hell of alot of pressure!) and somewhere about 70PSI the valve on my inner tube breaks. It just broke. Pssssssfffff. Total flat tyre.

Ride over.

So basically i got up at 20 to 6 in the morning to ride my pushy to the servo in Enmore and then walk home…

Fail.

It’s a cell bikes X1 Classic. It’s nice and big with good running gear for good distance rides like to Cronulla and back once or twice a week (60kms each ride).

So look out world! This’ll help keep the fat away!

ipod stolen!

Sure I left all the windows down and the iPod on display in the centre consul… And Pete has warned me about known offenders in the area… but I refuse to accept fault for this! Why should I blame myself when someone else breaks the law?? I didn’t steal, they did.

It’s a sad state of affairs when the innocent are blamed for the misdemeanors of others. I bet an insurance company would blame me for not locking my car or winding up the windows… but hey, reality check, I’m not the thief here…

Anyway, the battery was dead and it was old… I’m hoping for a new iPhone soon! Woot!

The most inconvenient thing is that I don’t have Pearl Jam on play 24/7 in the car now…

I didn’t have great expectations of this movie, given what I already new of the story line, but I was suprised at how much I enjoyed it. My brother reckoned it was worth the price of admission just for the visuals, and he’s probably right.

Really, my only big hang up is the name of the precious mineral which is really the catalyst behind the story… They called it “unobtainium”. This is all a little John Bunyan/Pilgrim’s Progress for my liking…

Why not just go completely obvious and call the main characters Evil Villian, Hero, and Love Interest? Dumb.

Anyway, I’d go see it at the movies if I were you. Fairly spectacular.

I’m loving punk Christmas carols!

One term particular to Christians at All Saints Petersham is

• Bazzism (adj.) – Those phrases or mannerisms common to the rector of All Saints Petersham: Antony Barraclough, aka. Bazz. Eg. “How hard could it be?“, “In whom do you believe?” (preceding the saying of a creed), “You’re fired.“

This is really the only idea I have at this stage, but I’m sure the creative minds that stop by thechroniclesof from time to time are much more witty and inventive…

I go to print on Thursday, so get creative people!