disgruntle. soon to whisk.

Dear blog family I've had a disgruntle past 24 hours. Sometimes these lead to nervous breakdowns, hopefully this brews some good art instead. Two weeks ago I had a five minute encounter with a stranger that blissfully impacted me, and I don't think I've been quite the same since. It's unlikely for me to have another moment with this character, but the memory of path crossing has been stapled on the front of my brain in bursting shades. I'm...

graveyard train… brunswick alley… history

This is what happens in Brunswick alleyways. Wait wait... let me say that this is the very first time I've posted twice in one day (not because of international time zones). Yo. Good songs get played on repeat until you get bored of them. Great songs you might actually pay to see live. The illest, filthiest, hottest tracks have you ripping off your sweaty clothes, or someone else's if you're lucky. 3:14 - 4:14 (for real...) Although I heard this...

east coast australia. go to this show.

It may sound ironic for me to say this as a Writer, however I truly believe that the best things in life extend beyond language. Music remains one of my greatest inspirations. Brilliant music takes me to a place past words. It sends tones into the pit of my stomach that somehow stir me and make me want to express that feeling that is simply inexplicable. I've lived in Australia for eight years. I've seen a lot of bands. I've heard about...

happy friday the 13th to all the spooky fuckers!

It's 2.30 in the morning Melbourne time... FRIDAY THE 13TH! Not that I'm superstitious, but I do reckon the cult's a bit spooky. So watch out for werewolves! Unless that's your thing... in which instance why wait for Friday the 13th? A piece from the spookiest band in Australia! Meet Graveyard Train (and yes, that is a mummy riding shoulders in the crowd...) I saw them last Friday at HiFi and they're presently touring the EAST COAST. Get there!...

books for wine. five dollar nights.

Last night I dreamt of dancing and making out. I slept deeply. I woke up smiling and thought, "There's no way I could possibly wake up feeling this good without a catch..." My phone died during dreamtime = Gretchen Cello was dressed, out the door, & sitting at her desk less than sixty minutes after falling out of bed and tripping over both the puppies this morning. One of these days I'll invest in a proper alarm clock... When days start like...
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