Posts by Russell Brown
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Go to fucking bed.
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Whether you're surfing or stuck in a call centre, we'd like to hear from you for the next few weeks. File a dispatch, have a rave or lay a complaint about where and what you're at. It's like Twitter, but less demanding!
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And... looked like you and Damien were starting the extra early also. It is always nice to hear bursts of laughter that reflect the intention of said evening. Cheers :)
Was that on Thursday at Galbraith's? We'd just recorded the final Public Address Radio for the year. The other people at the table were David Slack and Craig Ranapia.
You should've said hello!
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I think for years now, my written and spoken vocabulary has been strongly influenced by internet culture.
For instance, I routinely say "pwned" now. Which is weird.
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On Friday night I finally had that big night out I've been saving for when I don't have so much bloody work to do.
We went to the new Cassette 9 venue in Vulcan Lane to see the Reduction Agents. It was a madhouse and all the cool kids were there: ie, Finn from the Veils, Jacob from the Checks, and lots of Auckland scenesters not personally known to me.
The Reduction Agents finished with 'Waiting For Your Love', whereupon there was a minor stage invasion that saw Liam Finn jump up out of the crowd to sing on the choruses and it was general sweet bedlam.
I decided I'd go the extra mile and pop up to the Turnaround Christmas party at Khuja, where Manuel Bundy was playing up a funky storm. I had a dance.
My body still hurts.
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A music-related item from Charlie Brooker's Screen Burn Awards in The Guardian:
The Most Stomach-Churning Wholesale Disregard For Basic Human Dignity was flaunted by the DFS commercials, in which blameless out-of-work actors were forced to mime along to Nickelback's Rockstar - the musical equivalent of the last hot drips of salty diarrhoea to drip from your arse during a particularly violent bout of food poisoning. I've seen news footage of atrocities that managed to be less upsetting. Years from now, the participants will still be in therapy.
Two words: Evil and genius.
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It's not like the borg took over our brains and forced us to exclaim 'dude!' at regular intervals.
Dude!
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Oh, and speaking of John Cale. Russell, have you heard the Cale version of LCD's All My Friends?
Oh yes. Better than the original, IMHO.
And that reminds me: LCD Soundsystem at the Big Day Out would have been pretty close to my show of the year.
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There's a good interview with Big Day Out promoter Ken West on Stuff.
I liked this bit:
American punk band Good Charlotte recently complained publicly about being repeatedly left out of the tour.
West has a simple explanation for it: "That's because they're shit. They're at the bottom end of the table, they're purely entertainment."
They're part of a string of bands he calls "American bullshit punk", coming thick and fast out of that country.
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__I'll take Oliver Driver over Paul "This is a dream come true for you, isn't it, Mr. Key?" Henry over on One any day of the week.__
I'd find gonorrhoea marginally preferable to syphilis. But I'd avoid getting VD full stop, by preference.
Would you go ballistic if Chris Trotter applied the same metaphor to John Key and Bill English?
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