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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
WHY I WRITE ABOUT THE SPIDER
My friends ask me what's with the spider references in my songs. Well, I like to write about fear and all that jazz and have had a number of recurring spider dreams throughout my life. I have I guess a fascination and deep fear. I like looking at spiders. There's something very cute about them. They try to go about their day but sometimes we get in the way, which is what I did last Thursday.
Oh also, if you haven't noticed I also write about planes too. I love watching them like a freak but riding them is a little scary. Plane dreams too.
I have a day job given that I'm a true blooded indie artist. Not to say I wouldn't sign to someone who'd pay for my record and PR. Oh no I definitely would because being an indie is about self power but it's also about crucifying yourself financially. Hmmm!
Anyway, I was at my day job. I've had a great deal of meetings lately. So many that the would meeting almost makes me physically sick. So, here I was at a meeting. I felt this little creepy crawly thing run down my skin underneath my top. It really wasn't sassy or interesting. Discretely, I tried to brush the creature away. Anyway, I then went to another meeting. I was facilitating it. I felt pretty sick during it and noticed I was sweating. Thinking "hmm I hope I'm not coming down with something". I noticed my leg was burning a bit.
So post all the meetings I left work and headed home. But still felt sick and my leg was burning even more. It was strange. I got home and you know inspected my leg. I had this strange rash. It was more like the capillaries had burst. I was feeling so hot. I had a cold shower. When I got out the rash seemed worse. So I iced it. Anyway, I started feeling pretty sick, dizzy and had a headache.
For the rest of the night I pondered about going to the Doctor. I'm one of those annoying worry warts. You know. Like the first little prickle in my throat I'm suffering. Well, this time I probably had a real reason to worry.
On Saturday we did a show. I still wasn't feeling too good. During the show I nearly passed out. It was horrible. My head the nausea and the dizziness seemed to come back....wow.
Saturday night I found myself getting to know the toilet seat. You know what I mean.
Luckily being a sickly soul I had some Maxolon. Eventually the drug kicked in and I got to sleep.
So Monday still not well. I finally took myself to the doctor. The Dr thinks I might have been bitten by a red back. Apparently, the venom takes some time to work its way through your system. Also, the burning in my leg was an indicator too. The nausea, dizziness, toilet hugging, head aches.
Here I am on my bed. Waiting for it all to exit my body. Freakn black little nasty bum with her red stripe. Avoid them at all cost.
Burning leg, strange rash that appears a little later, nausea, head aches, dizzy spells go straight to the doctor and be very inactive so the venom don't explore you.
Oh also, if you haven't noticed I also write about planes too. I love watching them like a freak but riding them is a little scary. Plane dreams too.
I have a day job given that I'm a true blooded indie artist. Not to say I wouldn't sign to someone who'd pay for my record and PR. Oh no I definitely would because being an indie is about self power but it's also about crucifying yourself financially. Hmmm!
Anyway, I was at my day job. I've had a great deal of meetings lately. So many that the would meeting almost makes me physically sick. So, here I was at a meeting. I felt this little creepy crawly thing run down my skin underneath my top. It really wasn't sassy or interesting. Discretely, I tried to brush the creature away. Anyway, I then went to another meeting. I was facilitating it. I felt pretty sick during it and noticed I was sweating. Thinking "hmm I hope I'm not coming down with something". I noticed my leg was burning a bit.
So post all the meetings I left work and headed home. But still felt sick and my leg was burning even more. It was strange. I got home and you know inspected my leg. I had this strange rash. It was more like the capillaries had burst. I was feeling so hot. I had a cold shower. When I got out the rash seemed worse. So I iced it. Anyway, I started feeling pretty sick, dizzy and had a headache.
For the rest of the night I pondered about going to the Doctor. I'm one of those annoying worry warts. You know. Like the first little prickle in my throat I'm suffering. Well, this time I probably had a real reason to worry.
On Saturday we did a show. I still wasn't feeling too good. During the show I nearly passed out. It was horrible. My head the nausea and the dizziness seemed to come back....wow.
Saturday night I found myself getting to know the toilet seat. You know what I mean.
Luckily being a sickly soul I had some Maxolon. Eventually the drug kicked in and I got to sleep.
So Monday still not well. I finally took myself to the doctor. The Dr thinks I might have been bitten by a red back. Apparently, the venom takes some time to work its way through your system. Also, the burning in my leg was an indicator too. The nausea, dizziness, toilet hugging, head aches.
Here I am on my bed. Waiting for it all to exit my body. Freakn black little nasty bum with her red stripe. Avoid them at all cost.
Burning leg, strange rash that appears a little later, nausea, head aches, dizzy spells go straight to the doctor and be very inactive so the venom don't explore you.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
There'll be no bevans here.....
I've been living inner city ever since I moved out from the comfy house my parents owned in the suburbs. Being from the North side of Brisbane I'm well acquainted with bevans.
....However, I ask when did they move into the city burbs.
Recently I've noticed a spike in bevans in my neighbourhood. Have you also noticed the bevans who populate fortitude valley now too.
Each night and day I hear them at least twice revving their boosted up beef head cars. It's frightening. They are hear in the inner burbs breeding. More move in each week.
They are head because of the modern living facilities. The pumped up apartment blocks.
The come in their subarus with their neon lights and muffs.
Once when I was young and had no voice, my mum and sister arranged a date for me with a bevan. They didn't know that the gent was a bevan. He lived in our street. Walking to the bus I'd pass by reluctantly and he'd be working on the car. Then to my horror he started cathing my bus on non-bevan days.
So, he found me in the phone book and rang. I heard my sister on the phone saying "oh yeah Kate loves to play pool....sounds good. I'll just get her for you."
I found myself a couple of nights later at a bevan party somewhere on the south side...yes cliche but it was out near Woodridge. We arrived at some friend's party. There were beefed up bombs and yuppy bevan cars too lying around on the bevan's lawn etc.
We go inside the bevan house. He and his other bevan friends went to play pool. Oh yeah I love playing pool. But the girls aren't allowed to play pool. They have to stand around watching their boys play, swing beers and talk cards and probably boobs too.
I'm bored and ashamed. I go to the bathroom to find nudy pictures all over the bathroom.
When I return the girlfriends are all sitting around talking about their boyfriends and how they don't pay them any attention. There's no way I'm going out with this guy again. I'm so bored. I can't believe my despair.
The guy asks me if I'm having a good time. I reply "No I'm not and I'd like to leave".
His friend says "Why don't you put her in the back of your wagon and do her good".
"I'd like to leave right now!!"
He wasn't a bad guy he just was into bevan things and had some really dodgy friends.
As we get into the car to leave, he says "Do you mind if I do a 360 burn out"
"If you must" I reply.
I never saw him again after that.
Now, there are bevans in the inner city.
....However, I ask when did they move into the city burbs.
Recently I've noticed a spike in bevans in my neighbourhood. Have you also noticed the bevans who populate fortitude valley now too.
Each night and day I hear them at least twice revving their boosted up beef head cars. It's frightening. They are hear in the inner burbs breeding. More move in each week.
They are head because of the modern living facilities. The pumped up apartment blocks.
The come in their subarus with their neon lights and muffs.
Once when I was young and had no voice, my mum and sister arranged a date for me with a bevan. They didn't know that the gent was a bevan. He lived in our street. Walking to the bus I'd pass by reluctantly and he'd be working on the car. Then to my horror he started cathing my bus on non-bevan days.
So, he found me in the phone book and rang. I heard my sister on the phone saying "oh yeah Kate loves to play pool....sounds good. I'll just get her for you."
I found myself a couple of nights later at a bevan party somewhere on the south side...yes cliche but it was out near Woodridge. We arrived at some friend's party. There were beefed up bombs and yuppy bevan cars too lying around on the bevan's lawn etc.
We go inside the bevan house. He and his other bevan friends went to play pool. Oh yeah I love playing pool. But the girls aren't allowed to play pool. They have to stand around watching their boys play, swing beers and talk cards and probably boobs too.
I'm bored and ashamed. I go to the bathroom to find nudy pictures all over the bathroom.
When I return the girlfriends are all sitting around talking about their boyfriends and how they don't pay them any attention. There's no way I'm going out with this guy again. I'm so bored. I can't believe my despair.
The guy asks me if I'm having a good time. I reply "No I'm not and I'd like to leave".
His friend says "Why don't you put her in the back of your wagon and do her good".
"I'd like to leave right now!!"
He wasn't a bad guy he just was into bevan things and had some really dodgy friends.
As we get into the car to leave, he says "Do you mind if I do a 360 burn out"
"If you must" I reply.
I never saw him again after that.
Now, there are bevans in the inner city.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Big Sound & Danny Goldberg
I wasn't overly nervous about our showcase at Big Sound until my manager told me that Danny Goldberg was coming to our show.
Danny Goldberg is someone you don't have in your audience that often.
He's worked with a great number of artists that I respect: Ben Lee, Nirvana, Stevie Nicks, Courtney Love....
Not only has worked with some of the world's biggest artists but he's also been king of a number of highly successful record labels. Wow.
We were on pretty late at the Troubadour. It's been one of my favourite venues in Brisbane as it's owned by some very lovely people too.
I think we played pretty well although I struggled with the sound on stage. Little vocals in my mix. You get a line check at these shows. It's not entirely graceful.
So....Danny stayed the entire set. I was a little out of my head when I heard the following night he had been telling some people that he really liked my music.
It was a real spin.
The days progress closer to CMJ....
Danny Goldberg is someone you don't have in your audience that often.
He's worked with a great number of artists that I respect: Ben Lee, Nirvana, Stevie Nicks, Courtney Love....
Not only has worked with some of the world's biggest artists but he's also been king of a number of highly successful record labels. Wow.
We were on pretty late at the Troubadour. It's been one of my favourite venues in Brisbane as it's owned by some very lovely people too.
I think we played pretty well although I struggled with the sound on stage. Little vocals in my mix. You get a line check at these shows. It's not entirely graceful.
So....Danny stayed the entire set. I was a little out of my head when I heard the following night he had been telling some people that he really liked my music.
It was a real spin.
The days progress closer to CMJ....
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