A day for twenty-ones

I’m 21, and on the 21st day of this month I went to my 21st music gig. Wooohoo. /bounce Predictably, I went to see Lime Cordiale, The Griswolds and Hey Geronimo - three bands I’ve seen before (once, four times and twice respectively). Somehow I don’t think I can get enough of this lot. They’re a wonderful combination of music.

It was a bit of a shame that Lime didn’t pull up much of a crowd. People often don’t come for the opening bands. I get mildly disappointed and sad for them because they don’t seem to get much attention, and the thing is - most opening bands or artists are usually trying to get themselves out there. Well, I guess it’s not my problem but that is how things seem.

I wore my sailor’s hat and I probably looked like a loon half the time, and I did get annoyed at the hat being on my head. I think most people are going to laugh at me for the reason I wore the hat but Hey Geronimo’s new sailor-themed video clip is soon to be released and I somehow felt it was going to be totally full of bütz to wear my sailor hat. Yes/no? (I’ll get into defining this “bütz” thing later, don’t worry.) James and Dylan thought the hat was more like a chef’s hat. Ah shit. But Andrew from Hey Geronimo said he liked my hat, so I figured he didn’t see a chef’s hat on my head.

James and Dylan and I ate sushi train for dinner before the show. It took us quite a bit of time to decide on what to eat because James was dying for some laksa, Dylan and I didn’t mind where we went to eat, but James seemingly couldn’t make up his mind and I kept asking, “Are you sure? Are you sure you want laksa?” Heh, heh. I don’t like laksa, for the record - coconut milk gets me giddy, and laksa has high coconut milk content. I mean, that’s what laksa pretty much is.

The sushi train wasn’t too bad, Dylan and James avoided all the raw fish, which is understandable - not everyone is comfortable eating raw fish, or they simply don’t like it. Of course I grabbed a bit of sashimi and enjoyed a lot of other sushi varieties before we decided we were all content and full enough to head to Kings Cross. Kings Cross is the home of prostitutes and the like… I won’t go any further, but it’s a really social place with bars, as well as being full of strip clubs. Fun stuff which I am not interested in. Anyway, the general idea is - it’s a quaint town, but there are always a lot of people.

I noticed one of those retro-style photobooths in the bar we went to. It’s a shame I forgot about it because it would have been fun to check out. Last time Dylan and I were in the Cross, we took photos in a little photobooth and it was nice seeing the retro-like result. It’s very Georgie, dare I say… I dig that stuff.

As I was saying, Lime Cordiale - wish there was a bigger crowd for their unique music. We sat on some comfy chairs closer to the stage. They were so comfy I sank into one of them and I asked Dylan if I could swap with him instead, because my skinniness was just making my ass sink right into the damn seat.

The venue, known as FBi Social, was a lovely little intimate place on the third floor (eh I think it was third?) of a building, with a bar and various other fun stuff on the other levels. I clearly didn’t bother exploring. The stage was exceptionally tiny, but the performers made the most of the stage and didn’t seem to have a problem with it. When the Griswolds played, Dan’s microphone fell down and he was just swearing and laughing about it. Since I was at the front I helped him pick it back up. It was kind of funny how I thought it was back up but it was still falling down, and it looked like the microphone was running away from him. The Griswolds played really well, too, and played one of their new songs which no one had ever heard before. It was great to hear and obviously made me excited that they obviously had plans for new material.

Hey Geronimo, who I’ve said are just perfect, were the headlining act of the evening. I know I said they are perfect, but they have given me more reason to love them with their terrific improvisations. Even improvisation needs a little planning or some kind of framework so things don’t go all over the place, but that’s what being in a band is all about - working together. All the time I see the members of Hey Geronimo enjoying each other’s company and working together in every piece they play. What I love about seeing them live is that every time they are most certainly different; you expect the same song but when you hear it, there’s always a little difference in how it begins, how it ends, or how they do the solos.

I don’t know if not knowing what to expect is a good thing, but when you don’t think about it, surprises are pretty cool.

Also I’m on break and like fuck yeah I have no university for a week it’s so relieving and I have two gigs this week and on the weekend I’ll finally see my best friend Lilian again and James and I are going to the tulip festival in Bowral so SUUUUUUUUUUUCK I deserve this break! /pow /pow Doing a Masters degree sucks, but whatever. I am awesome. Full of bütz.

That’s pronounced “bootz”, by the way. It means I’m full of awesomeness/pure awesomeness/am very cool/etc. So add it to your vocab.