Well.... what a weekend! After battling with bleak and nebulous weather while trying to paint my car (still working on it... after about 1,000,000 years, it seems) and this niggling feeling that I'm turning into an insomniac, it turned out to be ok in the end anyway.

Friday night saw me whizzing off to Indooroopilly for an interesting and fun-filled night of socialising, Simpson's trivia, good coffee and pool-sharking. I found that my ability to play pool is inversely proportionate to my need for sleep and that prank phone calls are fun! Saturday was frustrating in regards to all things car related. No surprise there. Saturday night, on the other hand was injected with bulk loads of party-time and serious nerdy networks. From 6 till 2, we played Battlefield 1942 with about 8 players on several missions. The fact that nobody had headphones and three of us had 5.1 surround sound speakers with subwoofers meant that half the neighbourhood could hear us recreating World War II battle scenarios most of the night.

I ended up sneaking off for a while after my eyes had started to turn square and cramp in the open position to a funky shindig down at Caloundra. It was held in a tidy ‘little’ rooftop penthouse suite, right on the water at Bulcock Beach. There were complimentary ‘refreshments’ and plenty of snackables, lots of people I didn’t know and heaps of groovy tunes. There was even a heated spa on the balcony. Very lush… TRÈS cool! After being there about two hours or so, my other friends realised that I wasn’t actually playing computer games anymore and demanded I come back immediately to be their cannon fodder. I wasn’t lubricating myself like everyone else at the party, so I obliged them.

The daylight of Sunday smacked us all in the face a bit too early, but it was clear skies and there was a car to be finished. We did that for most of the day before I went off to Night Church with The Resin Dogs' ‘Hi-Fidelity Dirt’ CD in my skyrocket. Why on earth would I take The Dogs to Church with me, you ask? Well… you see… umm..

THEY WERE PLAYING IN CONCERT AFTERWARDS AT MOOLOOLABA!!! And I wanted signatures!!! W00T! Yip-yar and huzzah! I couldn’t believe my luck after Pia had invited me to go and see them that afternoon! I had forgotten all about them playing. Ever since she called me, I’d had ‘Nice Mic’s’ playing through my head and excitement was building. Well can you guess what was their first song of the night? Yep… Nice Mics. The place was ABSOLUTELY pumping by the end of the first funky tune! Their set-list ended up being a kind of “History of The Dogs” style show where they covered tracks from all their albums ever released to CD. The band was in their almost full Big Band format, missing only the live brass section. They even had Spikey T guest vocalising the house with his pommy-dub stylings. Nice One Bruvvaaahhhh!

Here’s a set-list as good as I can remember, in no particular order and I guarantee I’ve missed a few:

·        Nice Mics

·        Sidesplitter

·        Gunshot Dub (ft Spikey T)

·        A Feed Called Scratch

·        Say Yeah

·        Grinnin’

·        Blip Hop

·        Gimme A Break

·        Daily Trouble

·        Blunted Stylus

·        Adore You (ft Spikey T)

·        Set It Off

The crowd were pulsating mass of putty in the crew’s hand but the end of the first tune and audience participation was at a ‘high’ in more ways than one. As you can imagine, more than just alcohol and cigarettes were being ingested to add to everybody’s enjoyment of the evening, but I didn’t need any of that. I was in my absolute element. I don’t think I stopped moving and grooving once all night. It wasn’t until the drive home that I realised I was having SOOO much fun that I’d forgotten to take ANY pictures whatsoever!!!! I was even chatting to the MC, D.N.O., after the show, and he was all like, yo yo yo! I think they were pretty stoked that I knew all their names when I asked them to sign my CD but they wouldn’t tell me why they had a new drummer. I must say that Mike-D is one talented bass player. The solo he played after his introduction was totally mind-blowing! DJ Katch was spinning tunes from the DJ box before the crew swung into action, but he saved his real talent for the show where he was mixing and scratching like one mad mofo! The guys were playing like rabid... dogs. It was the last show of their Australian tour and I was lucky enough to be there. They play with such energy and enthusiasm and always look like they are fully enjoying themselves. This rubs off on the patrons making for consistently wicked awesome shows.

Aaaaanyways... I could go on forever about one of the best funk-jazz-hip-hop-break-beat-DJ, wiggidy-wak, all-round rockin’ crews Australia has ever seen, but there’s this little thing called sleep that I really think I should train my body to want more of. It is of the opinion that sleep is over-rated, but I think it’s in denial…. or something. I’m sick of feeling like a brain dead retard. Pretty soon I’ll be doing spaz high-fives all round. Only for real this time. CEREBELLUM’D!!!

If you fall in a bottomless pit, you die of starvation.

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