Friday, May 11, 2012

...FROM THE AESTHETICS TRASHED NON-ADVENTURES BLOG : 

KIKIILIMIKILII (france), THE AESTHETICS (nz), BUM CREEK, ECHO COURTS + SCHOOL GIRL REPORT AT TAPE PROJECTS

Ok so here's gig number one and maybe we gets a little excited by all the girls and guys and the big block amps and lego bricks and data packeteering markets drifting hither and thither. Oh dulce amore. Fly fishing crouton parcel cry me a river - tram tracker black-pack. Sooner or later dopamine levels will rise city wide - a big ole' pupil dilation cash humper.
 Listen here - we wind up that ocular sphincter muscle and say, loosen ye! loosen ye!
Let the light in, let the farsical creature see the light!
You see Craig,  when i was a youngster my 'Pop' (Verdun Lionel) always liked getting my sister to rub conditioner into his bald spot, all innocent fun mind you, oh that cantankerous old man, snapping, spitting, growling, paying the bills on time, unhappy, stolid, a list-maker, an accounts payable man, a follower of thee rugby, conscious, a paradoxically  non-returned RSA man, a dark past, skeletons and smelly socks, toss-potting and lawn bowls, different strokes and livid saliva leanings, blanket pulp, Norwegian grandparents. And, and...you know what Hillary, its those real writers who make timely references to books, plays, locations, institutions, lanes, sections of other books, historical periods, historical costume and tailoring, textiles, architecture, geographic and geological  features, commodities, colours, food preperation and recipes, men and women of novelty, infamy, bloodthirstyness, cowardice, inhumanity, cruelty, lovemaking ability, those who offer up blank cheques,  true novelists are polymathic in intellect and candor and breadth and depth and are regal glossarists.
Not me though, Candice. Not me. I couldn't make a reference to a section of text from an obscure Sicilian poem if it came up to me and broke me knees for staring too hard at his girlfriends perfect...ness.
But , like Johnny Lydon, 'I, (we) don't care'. So we, The Aesthetics band, gig on, our first in the coolest venue in town so far. Tape Projects.In Carlton, home of Carlton. Near town, closer to town than Bruns. Oh lipstick.
Oh pantyhose. Oh shut up. Oh tram, tram on tram off. I am determined to sexuali...ahem..romanitcize trams.what is it about these carriages that are soo...damn sexy? the seating ? how you sorta have to, look at poeple? the arching? the shuffling? the legs? the creepy guys like me? the acrobatics of the young goths? 
I wasn't born a Catholic, but I may as well be, as the Wife is of Irish Catholic heritage, the neighbourhood is Italian, the sky is light-blue, and a garish-gold Virgin Mary cradles a gold-crowned Jesus atop a great local basillica  as you stride off yer trammy-tram on the way home from wrrrrrk on Nicholson straza.. I gotta confess something here: I yearn for forgiveness in this instance, oh reader. I can't  really remember how School-Girl Report, Bum Creek and Echo Courts sounded.. I've linked 'em up here though. What the reptilian brain recalls was warm, fun, florrid experimentation, charm on a stick - not unlike candy-floss, tinkering and gurgling riffers,
Bum Creek were the specialist BESTEST. Liked it. like special skippy plater bulbs. Clcik click click and a better man than I ever was !
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yep - it says NOTHING!!!! BUT WHAT IN THIS FREAKING POSTMODERN WORLD DOES?????


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