I met a man who could play a song on the piano after listening to only four or five bars last night. He just glanced up to get the feel of it and started playing. He was like a mini Mozart that liked his beer and his utes. Absolutely remarkable. I'm also feeling a bit bruised after some girl started laying into me with mean right hooks before giving me a perfunctory massage. I don't think she liked me very much. I tried to explain to Elyse, my cool American friend how Australians are compelled to live up to their stereotypes on Australia Day as a joke, but there's more truth in that statement than I originally realized. Deport me to UnAustralia if I prefer to fly the flag of rebellion instead.
Now to the oft-neglected realm of metal; why the hell would Ville Laihiala, lead singer of Sentenced form his own band, Poisonblack that sounds almost identical (with the addition of groovier guitars and atmospheric keys)? Oh! To convince his former band to break up so he could steal all the writing credits. Good move, Ville! It's hard for me to hate you because you do what you do so damn well.
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Who laid into you? What for? Two things: either they were totally out of line, or, you provoked something. And I doubt you intentionally provoked such an attack.
We do love to play up the stereotypes. But not always on Australia Day. Whenever I'm America-side I say, "g'day, mate," a shitload more than I ever have or will normally. It's easier to get what you want when you appeal to your audience.
Metal is for wimps and people who can't branch out. Get some Beirut into you. Trust me, if you hear this stuff and don't like it, you were born without compassion for beauty.
http://www.beirutband.com/
I can't remember. It started off jokingly but then she went to town on me.
Among foreigners I seem to play up to the stereotype too. I dunno why that happens...
I've heard of Beirut, I should give them another try :D
So what was she laying into you about?
I find some people have an annoying/nasty habit of being a little bit irrational. Things start out as a joke, but then they get swept up in the latent anger and lash out. Sometimes you have to question the validity of a rant by the manner in which it is delivered.
I can't speak for the band too much myself. I just heard about them from a friend. But from the three or so tracks of theirs I've heard so far I love it. It's my kind of music. An amalgamation of different instruments coming together to create a harmony of rhythm and tunes. I don't like metal because it all sounds like useless noise competing. But Beirut, a little bit like Belle and Sebastian actually, combines the best potential of different instruments and creates a harmony of gentle music. That's skill. Check 'em out. When I find their two CDs I'll be buying them.
I just really hope you get to jump around with kangaroos on Aussie day.
If that ever happened, I would move to Australia IMMEDIATELY
No Aussie would: a kick from a kangaroo would kill you.
It's funny: locals don't die from animals, but tourists do. Tourists are stupid enough to see our animals as a novelty. Whereas us locals know to stay the fuck away from something that could kill you, despite how cute or adorable it may look.
I'm from crocodile country. In the past there have been crocodiles found under cars or in pools or in back yards. The locals don't die. Then a fucking tourist comes along and goes swimming in a patch of water with warning signs CLEARLY posted that say, "do not swim." To seal the point (especially for the pesky non-speaking tourists) there's a picture of a crocodile in water. We make it so easy for tourists not to die, but they insist on dying nonetheless.
Moral of the story: if moving to Australia is motivated solely by the desire to dance with kangaroos, you will probably die. =(
Hey... If I get to dance with a kangaroo, my life will be complete and i would die happy.
So i'll do it dammit....
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