Album Covers

Bet you didn't know I was in a couple of bands, did you? No? Well, I was. Here are my album covers to prove it.

I have to admit, I had a few qualms being in a band which named itself after the king of the Celtic otherworld and yet persisted in naming our album such a twattish title. I think we were aiming for The Darkness sort of irony, I guess. Luckily we were pure death metal so we could get away with it, in that cynical ironical sort of way which is the lowest form of wit.


So then I left that band and as is the way of things, I auditioned for tons of bands and none wanted me. A failed solo career and finally, five years later I joined Disturbo 13. You'll agree it's a much cooler name, yeah, and better album cover, too, right?

Well, yeah, except how weird - different band but they INSISTED on naming our album the same stupid name as my last band!! There was no irony to hang on either considering Disturbo 13 were composed entirely of accordians. We disbanded six months after this album was released. So let my tale of egoic woe be a lesson to you, kids. Don't elevate style above substance or you'll end up with nothing.



This meme has been flying around emails and Facebook and blogs forever but boy, it's fun.

To get your band's album cover do the following:

The title of the article you get is the name of your band:
1 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random

The last four or five words of the last quote on the page is the title of your album: (well, not random enough if I get the same album title twice!)
2 - http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3

The third picture on this page is your album cover:
3 - http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days

4 - Use an image editor to put it all together. (http://picnik.com)

(Aside: I am listening to the Indian music my neighbours are playing. This is some sort of rappy-type song, with the vocalist doing that "yeah" thing that rappers do, only in Indian. Sounds sorta incongruous :)

I Do/I Don't

Originally seen here . Feel free to play along.

I do like to be beside the seaside
I don't like sand in my shoes

I do want to dust off my bike and go riding
I don't want to dust off my bike and go riding

I do love pondering the future
I don't mind if I can't see how it's going to unfold

I do love that my football team won the flag
I don't know how long it will take to sink in

I do enjoy learning new creative things
I don't like not being absolutely perfect at them straight away

I do hate being a perfectionist
I don't yet feel comfortable letting loose creatively

I do like going barefoot
I don't like getting prickles in my feet

I do want to travel over the next decade
I don't like the thought of all that air travel just for my own fun

I do like being spontaneous
I don't like veering too far from my routine

I do cry at least once a week
I don't know how to cry in public

What Role Do You Play?

You Are the Innovator

You're the type of person who is always a step ahead of everyone else. You thrive when you're experimenting with new designs, ideas, and attitudes. You are a creative person with many talents. You have to have artistic outlets in your life. You need to create - whether it's writing furiously or redecorating your home. If not, your life becomes chaotic. You tire of doing the same thing every day. You change your job, friends, and personal style often. You are at your best when you have a focus. If not, you develop a flaky artist's temperament.

What Role Do You Play?

Just saw this over at Lucy's. I'm a sucker for Blogthings' oh-so-psychological quizzes :) Still, this feels reasonably accurate except for the changing jobs and friends bit. I actually like having stability in my job, and I don't ditch friends easily at all (but occasionally do ditch acquaintances). But I do like doing different things, and I try on different ideas and attitudes like hats :) Today at the hairdresser, I came out with a side part and a partial fringe on the spur of the moment so yeah, I like change - just not too much at once or I begin to spontaneously combust around the edges.

Actually, I've taken this quiz once or twice before and I come up with a different one every time - which is probably because I'm such a moody little swine. Like this evening for instance. Had enough of people at the football. Suddenly had to get home by myself. Which is weird because my team had just won itself a berth in a Grand Final and it should have been party time, you know? Instead, shut myself up in my book on the train and would have possibly snarled at anyone who had the nerve to say anything to me (as if anyone would. I look pretty ugly when I'm snarly). My quota for putting up with other people had bubbled over, and I was indulging in the kind of thinking that David Foster Wallace was talking about a few posts down, looking at my fellow humans as though they were pieces of dog turd in the way of my shoe.

And yet then I get home tonight and calm down a bit (ie bawl my eyes out - I don't really understand why) and now I am fine, and once again, my fellow human looks like the rough as guts, ugly but beautiful, somehow containing dvinity within them underneath the faint smell of dog poo, people that I rub up against almost every day and can resist shooting.

But you know. There's always tomorrow :)

Spring Equinox Friday Five

Seen over at Abbey of the Arts, I join in this meme with a southern hemispherean twist. Reading Christine's list almost made me yearn for Autumn except for the fact that Winter follows Autumn and I've just ridden that ride and don't wanna ride no moh. I am so sick of having to wear clothing to bed.

So here are my Five Favourite Things About Spring:

A fragrance
The breeze coming in through open doors and windows. Granted, at my house it is not so delicious a breeze as the ones further away from the city. I live in an area that has a few factories round about, and sometimes the wind brings with it unpleasantries that require the closing of doors and windows. But I look forward with pleasure to warmer weather, to driving with my car windows all the way down as I wind my way up to the top of Mount Dandenong this coming Monday. One day, maybe, hopefully, possibly, I would like to experience the Dandenong Ranges breezes on a more permanent basis.

A colour
Oh, where do I start? I guess one of them would be the startling bright yellowness of the wattle that is in bloom along the edges of the Maribyrnong. But I can't stop at one, so here are a few more. The blue of the beach, of course, of water and sky, which I shall venture out to again with Lester now the weather is warming. His vocation concerns the beach and a tennis ball. The subtle hues of native flowering shrubs and bushes. My silver sandals, cheaply made and destined to only last this extra season before they disintegrate.

An item of clothing
Actually, an item of clothing removed - shoes. I love going barefoot. Nothing speaks freedom to me so much as the touch of the soles of my feet on the earth.

An activity
Walking my dog in the evenings after coming home from work. I don't get home till 6.30 and it's been dark for months and months. With every passing day, the light is shining a few minutes longer. In two weeks' time daylight savings will begin and suddenly, boom, I get to return to the routine I love of ending the working day with a stroll with Puppily Duppily sniffing stuff. I love the rhythm, the soothing regularity. I watched Tim Rogers, lead singer for You Am I talking this week about how he is a walker, that he walks to keep the anxiety at bay and fuel the creativity at the same time, a win/win situation where all his song lyrics come to him. I love the things that occur to me as I walk. I love the perspective that comes.

A special day
It's called Grand Final Day and it's next Saturday afternoon, the last game of the year to determine who wins the Aussie Rules flag. It's always special. There's always tons of barbecues and stuff going on which I decline to attend a lot of the time because this is serious, dammit! Attend Grand Final barbecues and you get blow-ins who only watch one game a year and who persist in talking shit all the way through the game :) I prefer to maintain control and watch it at home.

Although this year, I prefer infinitely to actually be at the game itself because presumably, after tonight, my team will be playing in its first Grand Final for 17 years. And I will very quickly throw aside all of my dearly held principles for the opportunity to see it with my own eyes :) Heh :)