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Hunz – When Victims Fight

The long awaited album arrived today. It was worth the wait.

I should start by saying that I have been a fan of Hunz since his days in Beanbag. They were one of the first bands I actually followed, but I only did get one chance to see them live, at Sonfest. It was a sad day when they ended while in America – and while it was probably time for those guys it was difficult to understand – especially because Well-Adjusted seemed to be where they were getting warmed up.

Anyway enough of the past. I’m over it now, I swear.

Another aside. This CD doesn’t not fall into my general taste of music, so you’ll have to excuse if my words and descriptions don’t fit.

2009: Avalon Airshow

We got wet. That is the first thing that springs to mind about the 2009 Avalon Airshow. It was only a few minutes after leaving the car that it started to rain, and for two hours it was either raining or raining harder. Damped spirits...

Bike Riding and Injuries

So I fell off my bike. And it wasn't an easy fall either. It knocked my unconscious for a few minutes, while my boys watched helplessly. It had me walk home, and kept me concussed for about an hour and a half. It broke the...

DOIT09 – Weigh In

The time has arrived. I have been putting this off for a while, writing this post was not something I wanted to do. Well, not right now. The plan had been to get into DOIT09 and I was, but writing this post was just too...

Victorian Bush Fires : 2009

So I am sitting at my computer. It is an adverage day outside, eighteen degrees slightly windy and thick white clouds are drifting slowly past the window. Today’s choice of clothes is a pair of jeans and a jumper with the sleeves rolled up past my elbows. The only thing that can remind me of the terrible things happening right now is TweetDeck, which every 5 – 10 minutes flashes up with warnings, news updates or links from 774 ABC Melbourne.

This weekend was horrible.

The Wedding

So, it was a great day. The groom arrived on horseback. The bride arrived late. And everything went well. I am writing this entry to be a reminder to me and maybe to others (others, pah!) of what a great time it was. The sun...

CD Packaging. The death of an industry.

For a few years now many people have been touting the death of CD packaging. It is either the ultimate in sales words – Apple and their music store, or is from the mouth of music CEO‘s, who don’t know how to stay in business.

For those same years I have been hanging onto the thread of light that it was not true. I believed in my heart that the end of the CD, handheld packaging and getting a physical item would outway that of a digital download. I do believe in this economical based world, that this is declining…

He is the ‘they’ in ‘thats what they say’…

So I am feeling like my blogging abilities are failing me. My extraordinary ability to waffle crap is being left for dead by, what I would call, my blogging inspiration. Hooley has blitzed in the last week with three entries. THREE! I fail, and I can’t even say that I told him to blog, it was his own decision to start…

Check out his blog. Once you read, you’ll delete all your previous RSS feeds, and live off Hooley. One feed for a thirsty Generation.

Change the Present

This post was taken from my alternative online place - called The Corporator. A blog with only one post, because I was too lazy to keep posting there. So here is the one and only post from that site...

Three Days, 34 degress and a Wall

It was only 30kms into the ride, and I could already feel my legs fading. I thought on leaving this morning that I would just give it a shot – a short ride to make me feel a little better – but my body has a way of fooling me into think I was doing well. I was kicked while I was down.