| Peter Gabriel is an arsehole |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|02:39 am] |
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Is that a dagger or a crucifix I seeeeeee?
Nice one dude. If I wanted to quote Macbeth I would have done it when I learned it in year 9. If I ever get stranded on a desert island though, I'd still like Blood Of Eden to be playing whilst my female co-castaway catches coconuts as I cut them from up the palm-tree.
Anyway, I've got an assignment due tomorrow, that's why I'm posting at 2:42am.
Not a lot happening with the band at the moment. I'm writing some bits and pieces, but it's hard to predict what my brain is going to do next. If my brain doesn't get its shit together though, the heart may take over, and that's a bad thing.
Apparently some gigs are on the horizon, but time will tell. Also, I've been considering Monasticism. Well I was seriously until somebody told me you can't wank if you're a monk. That'd be a hard-one (indefinitely, no pun, well, yes a pun). |
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| Writers block over (for now) |
[Jun. 22nd, 2006|12:52 am] |
So I found my old remedy again. Writing songs about shit movies, b52s-esque partyness, unwarranted anger, cannibalism, with a pinch of nerd induced melancholy.
Anyway, I hope you heard our RRR interview on Best of the Brat cause nobody recorded it (it's now lost to the ages). I usually regret doing things when I'm drunk, but I'm glad we got wasted this time, else I would've been too shy to say anything. Willy made me listen to Denis Leary on the way in and it got me started before we even entered the studio.
Sorry to anybody who was disappointed to not see Look Who's Toxic at Pony last Friday (Neil was vomiting up blood - good stage prop but his shakes were bad for drumming), but you did get to witness my awesome drumming in Applecross. Plus you'd have to admit the girls are sexier than Craig and Neil.
More gigs coming up next month! |
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| Jesus Christ, he's lost it! |
[May. 18th, 2006|12:58 am] |
So the launch went very nicely. Kalki was sexy as ever, and Xavier took out the eating contest with the kind of effort that creates folklore. First prize old buddy, first prize.
Anyway, lately we've been writing new songs, and you can hear some of them at the Town Hall Hotel in North Melbourne this Saturday if you head out there. We really want to get a new album done by the end of the year. So far I'd like to call it "The Mosquito Coast". Craig and Neil say it's the name of a crappy movie, but so is our band.
I saw Jesus Christ's one and only performance last week at the Town Hall. The crucifix lager-phone was an excellent prop in an absolutely mind-blowing show. Mike was a mad-man, Ben Watkins was excellent on the guitar, and Dru was playing like he gave a shit again. I had a fake blood capsule spat into my eye. If I ever get barred from the Towny, that's the way I want to go. They were supported by Pussy XXX, who put in a consistently raucous and sexy performance.
The Karate Party are debuting their mayhem this Friday night at Glitch bar. I know they've been practicing, so they could possibly even play better than their Sydney show (which in my own humble opinion would be an impossible feat). Anyway, I'm going down there to blush whilst standing near the band members.
Neil, see you got your fucking post.
x rob. |
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| 45 Kilos of Sausages and Hula Hoops |
[Apr. 30th, 2006|03:16 am] |
So tomorrow's finally the Pleased To Eat You launch.
We've managed to:
- get the cd mastered on time
- get it pressed in time (the artwork by my brother Adrian turned out excellent)
- buy 45 kilos of sausages (no exaggeration) for a 10 man and 1 lady eating competition
- prepare a soundtrack for the competition
- do an interview on RRR
- invite my parents
- do postering
- get all my school work done on time
Tomorrow we can finally rest on our laurels. It's time for me to get some sleep. |
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| Fuck Richard Dreyfus + Pleased to Eat You. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|12:53 am] |
So forget all the empty promises. The lying bastards you formerly knew as Look Who's Toxic are now changed men. So whilst the release of this shitty little 5-track ep has been delayed for about 10 months, we can assure you that the quality concerns we had were founded, and we're finally upon the verge of completing the opus "Pleased to Eat You". And it won't be like "Mr. Holland's Opus" either. You watch that fucking movie for 2 hours, and you finally get to hear his fucking opus and it's a piece of shit. Anyway, maybe I'm being a bit harsh, Richard Dreyfus wouldn't have written the score.
The new ep is going to include "Do the fetus" (the mix we always wanted), 2 new songs, 1 old song, and a live version of "Change My Name To Scott", complete with Neil's pre-being-in-the-band hollering as a spectator in the background. We now have Professor John Watson and mix-master Robbie Adams on the job and they're finishing the mix as we speak. If all goes our way, the mastering will be finished by this coming Sunday, ready for our 30th April CD launch at the Tote. There will be more news to come on the launch, but it will be a fun day for all.
Happy Birthday Craig for last Friday. Was nice to hug you drunk. And I even congratulate your footy team on it's 100 point win (sigh..). |
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| Rock and Roll milestones |
[Mar. 22nd, 2006|10:41 am] |
The weekend marked the accomplishment of a great life achievement for me; the classic roach-infested hotel, 10 hour drive, no money, sharing rooms and tvs thrown out of hotel windows rock tour.
The weekend started on Friday night with a good gig at Pony with The Record Boys and The Losers. Pussy XXX's Tenille was down sick so they had to forfeit. But the night went well either way and was quite enjoyable. After crashing at a friend's, getting 2 hours sleep and then being forced to march to Craig's by military-dad Neil (or maybe "the Major", I'm not sure), we hit the road and started on our trek.
Our first stop resulted in the fateful chicken foccacia that was to leave me squirting from both ends (well mainly the top end) for the majority of the weekend. I want to blame Neil's favorite Indian restaurant because it did hit right after eating the vindaloo, but fuck, you can't argue with a food critic. I'm just gonna blame the focaccia.
The gig itself was a pretty quiet affair. I was still pretty sick so was half concentrating on busting out the shit tunes without letting it turn into a GG Allin show minus the blood-letting. Some people liked it and others continued their conversations about the glory days of Blankety Blanks, funnel web spiders (Neil reckons he saw one in the park), the 2000 Olympics or whatever Sydney-siders like to talk about.
I quite enjoyed the city, the people, the ride up, I went on a ferry, and I'm now a more enriched person. The highlights would have to include seeing Matt's cock (he sleeps naked), krispy kreme, seeing Trashmate perform their rendition of 'The Rose', finding 'cosmic thing' and 'the gambler' in a record shop, barfing through my nostrils, seeing Neil slap Craig in the middle of the night for snoring, Craig's adventure to a gay bar (I just found out about this one) and freaking out the Sydney locals in my salmonella-ridden state. It wasn't funny at the time but this photo looks pretty cool:
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| Perspectives.. |
[Feb. 19th, 2006|10:17 pm] |
This post was originally a response to one of Craig's posts. But I thought it would be cool here as it's probably a more interesting update than some of the stuff I've posted lately:
Craig's original post
The Most Racist Band In The World February 16, 2006
Look Who’s Toxic had an actual band practice last night, which was a refreshing change to sitting in Rob’s bedroom mixing our recordings. We worked on a few new songs, one of which has the working title “Hot Niggaz”. Add this to our recent songs “Asians Feed Me”, “Lebbo Justice Now” and “Tell Me Why I Don’t Trust Homos” and a worrying trend begins to emerge. Maybe Neil and I need to start writing some of the band’s lyrics.
My reply
Easily explained:
- Hot Niggaz: “hot niggaz, touch the sound, the white integrity, is going down” = compliment to our african american brother’s ability to write music, while bagging out white people (who have lost their integrity). This probably is most relevant to VCA graduates.
- Asians Feed Me: “Asians Feed me, with the sweet and sour pork and the honey lemon chicken”. I like Asian food and as a consumer I choose to eat it. I give them money for their fine food. Therefore they happen to feed me.
- Lebbo Justice Now: Fair enough. But fuck dudes, who takes our songs seriously? “The blood of the dead is the blood of the lettuce” etc. I like Lebanese people, and their food is also awesome. Didn’t we rename this to “It’s Ghetto Justice Now” anyway? It was a very topical song a couple of months ago. It was so wrong it was so right.
- Tell Me Why I don’t Trust Homos: It’s a song about how stupid homophobia is. Like when meatheads are bagging out homos they always say stuff like “if I bend down they’ll fuck me in the arse”, but it’s bullshit because a gay guy probably wouldn’t be attracted to a neanderthal fucktard who’s wearing an exact copy of their wardrobe as it looked 4 years ago. Remember it’s meatheads who are often listening to their pussy arsed Aqua megamixes and living with their parents. So who’s the homo now?
So this hole keeps getting deeper. I love everybody x. |
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| doing the washing |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|10:52 pm] |
I just threw my clothes into the washing machine so I thought I'd take a few minutes to update my journal.
So Look Who's Toxic has a new manager. His name is Matt and he's going to force you to like/buy our shit or kill you trying.
Thanks to the son of a bitch who ran the server that hosted the Look Who's Toxic website. It went down and all our shit got deleted. If we weren't so lazy we'd sue your arse into next week. I hope you're enjoying Manila or whatever safe-haven you've rushed your pathetic cheating arse too.
So Craig's working on a new website. It's going to be more awesome than anything that's ever been witnessed.
I had a drunken conversation (well I was drunk at least) at Pony (Eddie Current Suppression Ring were excellent, I bought 2 of their 7inches from them) with loudmix last night about the mastering of Pleased to Eat You. It's ready to go, it's just now coming down the the timing. We wanted to release it then have another release a couple of weeks later for our next EP (currently untitled). However, out of respect for the fans we've decided the new release wasn't good enough and we're going to put some more work and some newer songs on it.
I just saw this and gave it a try:
Fuck.
Anyway, LL&P people. (that's Live Long and Prosper for you below %93'ers). |
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| merry christmas you hos |
[Dec. 24th, 2005|01:06 am] |
It's been a while since I've posted written here and I think it's about time for an update (so you can all finally get some sleep).
It's been a busy few months. Look Who's Toxic is doing some more recording on Tuesday. We're currently organising the Pleased To Eat You album launch, complete with a pre-gig eating contest. We're currently trying to settle on an eating contest involving dim-sims or party-pies. Small asian guys/girls with incredible metabolisms are encouraged to apply here.
I played my first solo gig as "Senor Peacock Boom" last Wednesday at an open mic night at the Bender bar. To be honest I didn't feel a lot of magic, but I guess an anti-inflammatory tablet followed by a few beers could numb your magic senses. I played a couple of originals and a Pavement and a Ween cover. Thanks to those who came along.
I made some short-bread biscuits last Monday as a cheap-arsed Christmas present. I was up until 3am baking, and fuck they turned out tasty they even got Neil's seal of approval - Rachel if you're reading this (however unlikely), Neil was supposed to give you a bunch too - I told him not to eat them himself). I think it's the 3 sticks of butter that went into the batch that made them good.
The biggest news lately I guess is that I got into Uni next year. I'm going to be studying history at LaTrobe. I'm not sure on what history I'm going to study yet as I'm currently so ignorant about it that it all seems interesting. Maybe something to help me learn about my Spanish heritage or something to help me with my America bashing would be useful.
So all I need now is a tweed jacket, some leather elbow patches and soon I'll be rocking the humanities department at a high-school near you!
I saw the worst movie ever created tonight. It's called "Domino" and it's the most cancer riddled piece of shit that a human has ever pumped out. I give it a -10 and no forgiveness. I strongly urge you to avoid this piece of crap at all cost. Thanks to Marika for the free ticket by the way. We suffered together.
A special call out to Sam, Simone and Ben who have just left me to fend for myself. Enjoy your travels dudes, but you shouldn't have left me here during the Bat plague that Melbourne's now suffering. No shit there's 3 living in our tree.
Also, Pablo and Ross, I miss you homos too. Enjoy the new year and send me an email soon. |
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| gigs, taking shit from teenagers and photos |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|12:11 am] |
We've got a gig coming up this weekend on Saturday night at Pony and you'd better be there if you know what's good for you. Should be a good opportunity to try out some new stuff and guage whether new songs like "Asians Feed Me" and "The Potato Famine Waltz" are perceived as racist.
I started a new job about a month ago. Already It's proven to be much better than selling roller shutters. I'm basically answering email, taking phone calls from squeaky-voiced teenagers and mailing tickets for a large music festival coming up in January.
The new ep titled "Pleased to Eat You" is nearly finished and now it's basically up to working out who should master it (cheaply!).
Also, in the great tradition of myself calling Craig lame for doing something and then copying him, I've started a flickr site for my photos. It's fairly crap in places but it helps with my memory. |
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| Man I'm tired (then get to bed) |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|01:21 am] |
Anyway, I'm pretty rooted after working everyday this week. I helped move books for Adrian's book shop on Saturday night and from 8 this morning. In between I enjoyed the Sangria and good times at Sigrid's house warming. She's got a nice new house and I met some pretty cool people there.
Tomorrow's my last day selling roller shutters. And whilst I'd like to thank the window roller shutter industry for employing me and securing Victoria, it's going to be nice to leave the telemarketing world before my cynicism climbs back to the levels I had in my teens. But I'm leaving on a high note. I'm such a closer:
I missed out on rock trivia tonight unfortunately but I'll be back next week with a vengeance. Instead I opted for Space Balls with Dan on the couch (I mean the movie).
I was also wondering how much I'd have to pay Tony Barber to turn up to our ep launch and beat up a life sized cut-out of Glen Ridge on stage before announcing us. He's doing bank commercials now so Dan thinks that he'll be up for anything. On the topic, good luck to Neil on his audition for Temptation this Wednesday. Hopefully he'll win us a trip to London. Watch out for this guy though. He sounds like he might give you a run for your money. |
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| How can we be lovers if we can't be friends? |
[Sep. 21st, 2005|12:05 am] |
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I've been mucho busy lately. I'm recording stuff for the ex-Modern Warfare, Dan's new band and finishing our EP (which I've taken a few days off mixing). All that between applying for University next year and being a hot shot secretary-banging roller shutter's sales guy has left me with not a lot of time on my hands.
Tonight I ate steak and mashed potatoes. I made it myself and it was very tasty and filling, however it came a bit late at 9pm being my first meal for the day. I've gotta start getting more organised in the morning because this has almost become the norm lately.
So anyway I found this comment that I wrote as a rant after going for an IT job in Bendigo. I was obviously trying to cool off after coming to the realisation that I'd just spent $50 on petrol to come across as an ignorant cock-wrench in front of 2 managers interviewing me:
So just because you think a side part is a good hair cut, watch cricket, eat at least 2 meat meals a day, have hemorrhoids, hate hippies, are slightly racist and hold down a 9 to 5 job, it doesn't make you any better than anybody else!!!!
.. anyway, I'm off to print some che guevara t-shirts. |
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| Pleased to eat you |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|01:32 pm] |
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The new ep is finally getting there with nearly all the mixing done. Craig and Neil came over last night to put some finishing touches on it, including the new vocals on Do The Fetus, which probably benefited from us being less stoned this time around.
So anyway, after wrapping this one up, I'm going to lock Neil up in my garage and we're going to get working on some drums for new songs like Neil Moog (he hates it when you call him), the Potato Famine Waltz, Keith Urban, AWOL For Rock, Puke River, Shit Land (you're in), maybe Pick a Winner, maybe the song that Craig and Neil say crazy people hear all the time, maybe a barber-shop-ish version of Bette Middler on the Run, and maybe a few others. The Kentucky Fried Chicken song is definitely out by the sounds of things.
Neil's going to the show today. Apparently there's going to be Monster Trucks. Lucky prick.
Anyway, I'm off to sell roller shutters. |
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| Happy Birthday Mum, Werribee and Apra |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|02:04 am] |
Happy birthday mum! And thanks for all the birthing, cooking, arse-wiping and putting up with my shit for 27 years. Sorry for that one-off bed wetting incident when I was 15. I dreamed I was taking a piss and it was a total mistake. We went to the Dragon Fly restaurant back in Tullamarine to celebrate, however there was no wrestling, Rodney Rude or celebrities at the "Celebrity Bar" to be seen.
We recorded vocals on Monday night at a studio in Werribee. We had to wait until 10pm to start though or we would have had the sound of the other band in the adjacent studio playing "as the days go by" (Daryl Braithwait) bleeding into our vocal tracks. Neil made some tasty peanut cookies though and they helped to pass the time. I spoke to Adrian about the cover work tonight too. He's got a couple of ideas and they should be cool.
Just got the Apra live performance returns in.. at 11:45 pm mind you, with the cut off being 12. I guess I've had the whole year to do it. So we should have a sweet $20 coming our way. I think I'm going to buy beer with it. |
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| Don't rely, too much, on the weekend |
[Aug. 22nd, 2005|04:50 pm] |
This weekend was a reminder that that bracket from Friday 5pm to Sunday 12 o'clock may not necessarily be your week's salvation. Aside from running out of petrol on the Tullamarine Freeway, I don't wanna go into it too much. But if I would have mowed the lawns, I think my lawn-mower would have broken down. If I built a 4 foot high house out of a deck of cards it would have resulted in an earthquake, and the consumption of any ethnic food would have resulted in chronic diarrhea.
Thanks to Craig though for carting my equipment to the gig for me (I have temporarily lost the effective use of my right arm - the Luke Skywalker replacement model is on the way though). I think we played well (Neil's new kit configuration sounded excellent) at the gig but the night had a "don't be at the Townie" kind of vibe. Jeff left a fat-arsed joint on Craig's keyboard though so it was excellent to see his appreciation.
Hopefully we're going to be doing the vocals for the ep soon, and I'm itching to start a new album too. Settling in for a low and lazy one tonight. |
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| Becoming more of a smart-arse.. |
[Aug. 18th, 2005|11:07 pm] |
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My latest retorts to people on telemarketing calls:
- Potential Customer: "What the f***, who the f*** are you to put me on f***ing hold and then talk about f***ing roller shutters??"
Rob: "Sorry sir or madam could you repeat that, I didn't understand a few of the words"
- Potential Customer: "Why don't you get a real f***ing job?"
Rob: "It's this sir or you can pay my for my dole."
- Potential Customer: "You f***ing c*** I'm going to f***ing sue you!! <2 minutes of barrage omitted>.. f***ing hang up, F***KING HANG UP!!!!"
Rob: "So you're not interested in security roller shutters then?"
So it's nice to get some cash finally, but maybe I'm losing out a little on job satisfaction. But I'll keep on keeping on.
I really hope to finish up "Pleased to eat you" soon. How long can three forgettable songs take to record?? Everything's recorded nearly (including the angel choirs), but I need Mick's amp (the Shatner Special) to finish up "after the show". We're probably going to go to the Arthouse one night when it's shut and record the vocals there. It seems they're all loud songs and I don't wanna freak the neighbours (my house mates have already passed the point of freaked I'm sure). We'll need to get it mastered somewhere too. And then pressed, and then.. fuck, It's gonna be out by 2008. Does anybody want to manage this collective of failed chook raffle organisers?
Neil was throwing up the idea of a covers show on Halloween. I think it's a good idea, except for the fact I'm sure there's no band on this planet with more polarised and hated music tastes between it's members. Couple that with our instrumental abilities and you've got the recipe for a potential pile of shit. But it would be cool if we could pull it off.
I'm old and cranky so I'm going to bed.
x rob. |
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| Whoo telemarketing |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|02:33 am] |
So now I'm working in telemarketing. It's not too bad a job, calling people in the middle of dinner can be fun, but I think they're going to fire me by friday for not selling any automatic window roller shutters. I mean they're good roller shutters, they've got motors from Italy in them. But when it comes to selling them, I can't seem to seal the Peterson account.
Oh yeah, happy fucking birthday to me for yesterday. I got lots of cool presents from special people. I'm 27 now. Dan reminded me that I'll be 40 in 13 years, which is only 3 years longer than the time it's been between now and since i finished high school. Thanks Dan.
On Monday night Sam and Cat held a surprise party for me. Cat also made me a tasty and abusively labeled cake. I was so touched. After wards I watched the Lion King followed by Daria with Sam. It's the first time I watched the Lion King.. definitely had the Disney touch that makes me want to punch my own dick with rage. But it was in nice company. On Tuesday I went to dinner with my parents and Adrian, where a few of my good friends popped in. I had an excellent night and I got to sink a few with dad which was excellent.
Tonight Look Who's Toxic jammed and we wrote our first Irish drinking-song. It's about a guy who can't be with a woman who isn't a good drinker. It's got a good sway. We also worked on a new song we call Keith Urban, because it sounds like one of his songs. But it's Craig singing about cooking his arse on a barbecue. I think it sounds pretty cool. Neil seems to be enjoying it too which is excellent. Finally got to try one of those Krispy Kreme donuts he's been raving about. It was pretty nice.
ps. my band of the month is Solar Flare. Check it out, I think they're a ska band. |
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| The following people can eat my cock |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|11:15 pm] |
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The following people can eat my cock:
- Centrelink
- Black Swan dips - I can taste the thickener used as the slime in Aliens
- Planet Waves guitar leads - I thought a lame name, lifetime warranty and a $40 price tag meant they wouldn't break in under 2 months
- Bono
- The first person to use the word "action" as a verb (including "actioned", the past tense version). Eg. Boss: "Hey foxy, did you action the TPS reports?", Secretary: "I actioned them yesterday"
- The neighbours for cutting down the tree that lead to a white-tail spider infestation at our house
- Crunch Cafe for charging me $4 extra for a piece of tomato, a few iceberg lettuce leaves and some shredded carrot next to my sandwich.
- Anybody who uses the word "stellar" - as in "stellar performance" you fucking stupid wannabe jock wanker
- George Cluney
- The RTBA and Thompsons Real Estate - 4 months and still no sight of my bond money
Recording is coming along (but very slowly for 3 songs) and also looking to finish off some unfinished songs like "It's a hell of a fall" and other glorious wonders. Also working on recording the Christinas demo.
Props to Craig on his new wagon. Also, finally get Neil up on the website man. Poor apparently unappreciated guy. |
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| Is Rob muerto? |
[Jul. 12th, 2005|02:32 pm] |
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Recently Neil suggested that I may actually in fact be dead. Well, here's some clues this poster has collected which make for some interesting reading:
1) Rob has been "laying low" lately. Now we all know that the lowest layers in the world are our 6' under cousins, los muertos.
2) Rob quit his job lately, now you can't work if you're dead can you?
3) On the front page of the website, "Rob's" face is covered by a hand giving the finger with "fuck you craig" written on it with gold posca. So is it really Rob, or some handsome model they got to fill in for him?
4) On the secret live recording of lettuce on the album (not so secret anymore i guess), you can't hear Rob singing. It's Craig and Paul going the hack. Where's Rob?
5) If you play Lions Tigers Everywhere, in reverse, add some echo, and speed it up by 43%, each beat of the kick drum, if read as morse-code tapping, spells out rob's gruesome death during an underground barb-wire-cage death match with bette midler at a cock fighting arena in downtown Hanoi.
6) No human vascular system could handle the blood pressure required to maintain Rob's 6' erection. Hey may have gone Elvis style.
7) The number plate on the front of Pablo's triple-sick VL on "Hope the people buy us", if un-ciphered and then converted into Indian Navaho (American WWII style), reads "Bear that dies".
This is my shitest post ever.
x
ps. check out this band Toxic Lipstick. There's some disturbing similarities (use of spanish and the word "bitches", the word toxic, offensive language, songs with puke references etc.). maybe they're the chick version of us. |
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| Whoo! found my mic leads |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|05:03 pm] |
Onwards with the recording!
Went to a hedge maze yesterday. Was lots of fun. I was impressed by my own cognitive mapping skills. I can't usually find the tomato sauce in the cupboard if the bottle's label isn't facing me, but I made my way through with minimal hassles.
Apologies to Neil for calling his band "Shonky Noise". It's actually called "Schottky Noise" (Hey, I have hearing problems sometimes). Their gig on Sunday was really good. Craig and I had actually turned up just to yell "Traitor!" in between songs. But they sounded so good I found it in my heart to forgive him. |
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