♪A desert holiday!♪
One of my favourite films, especially to quote.
Dramatic pictures of five young children and their grandmother huddled together under a jetty in the Tasmanian town of Dunalley were captured by their grandfather Tim Holmes as the family took shelter from Australia’s wildfires in the water to escape the flames. The family was forced to stay in the water for several hours as homes around them were razed to the ground. The pictures, taken on 4 January have just been released. Click on the image for more
Damn, dude…
“I-94” by Radio Birdman
It’s not just that Australia produces a shit-ton of great Punk, Garage Rock, and otherwise awesomely abrasive bands we never hear of in the US of A, but like-minded bands from here and the UK, though commercially neglected in their homelands, usually do very well when they tour in Australia. Having never been there I may be talking out of my ass, but I get the impression that Australia is a haven for the kind of music I love, and I’m told it all goes back to the towering influence of this one band: Radio Birdman. So here’s to the band that edified Australia in the gospel of Loud and Fast. Oh, and Eskimo Pies. Don’t forget the Eskimo Pies.
Eskimo Pies coming to yyoooooooooouuuu!
Because Eyeway seems to be on a Nick Cave-posting spree…
Interviewer: Are you homosexual?
Nick: ….
Rowland: Spit it out, Nick!
I knew this bloke once, right. And… He used to masturbate so much that he grew very fond of his hand. So much so, that he began to talk to it and he put a little face on it and he called it Muriel. And after a while Muriel began to talk back to him. He would get her all dolled up in make up and specially made little clothes and at night she’d go down and make intense, mad, passionate love to him. Anyway, one night about three am he wakes up in a cold sweat. And hears all this panting and moaning and groaning coming from the next door neighbours apartment. And he looks down at his hand, there’s nothing there. Its gone. Its just this bloodied stump. So he staggers out into the hallway and he sees that the next door neighbour’s door is wide open. So he pops his head in and what does he see, on the bed, his hand, Muriel, all dressed up to the nines, make up on, going down on the next door neighbour…True story
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| — | He Died With A Felafel In His Hand (via bandaidcoversthebullethole) |
- put the fucking milk in the fridge - leave the fucking butter out of the fridge / say no to anal flatmates
Sam: She’s terrified of commitment, Danny. Commitment involves feelings, feelings involve emotions and emotions are a fascist construct forced upon us over thousands of years by the patriarchal hierarchy.
Danny: I’m beginning to hate that patriarchal hierarchy.
Sam: I wasn’t allowed to moan because it sounded like a cliché. I wasn’t allowed to gasp because it sounded like a cliché. I wasn’t allowed to say, ‘I love you’ because it sounded like a cliché! How do you climax without it sounding like a cliché?
Taylor (with a phone book): Do you reckon I should look at P for prostitute or E for escort?
The Birthday Party // Cry
I found my copy of this album a month ago, so I am quite happy about this.
npr:
“The aboriginal rights movement in Australia parallels the American Indian movement in this country, with similar goals: land rights, self determination, cultural acceptance. There is also day-to-day discrimination. Morris says last year she performed at the Sydney Opera House, a crowning achievement for an Australian artist. She invited nine indigenous women from her community to attend. When it was over, they went outside, stood on the sidewalk and tried to hail a cab.
‘Twenty taxis wouldn’t pick us up,’ Morris says. ‘They see that you’re aboriginal and you’re not getting in.’”
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