Elbows, lack of air and audience humiliation.

Hey there. I know, I know, I havn't updated in months. It's been a busy time full of ups and downs.
Spunky seems to have gotten his equalibriam back, which is making everything else in life so much easier to live with.
I have a ton of stuff to write about for two of my subjects, the other two i just need to sit there and look vaguely interested.

I realized the other day how much music will influence my mood. I mean, I’ve always known that my mood can be affected very much by music however I wasn’t aware of its magnitude. On the day I had this revelation I was really very down about a lot of things. Family, uni and relationship were all weighing heavily on my mind, I was catching a tram into the city to meet my family and go to the Melbourne International Comedy festival Gala. The tram stopped half way, and a nice lady informed me that if I walk down a bit I can find another tram stop into the city and wait fifteen minutes for the next one. So, I’m standing there a little bit peeved, and the music on my MP3 player changes from something quite slow and a little sad and in fitting with my mood, to a song called ‘Nu Rock’ by Morningwood – a punchy and rather happy little rock outfit from the US. And I couldn’t help but be cheered up considerably. And as the tracks progressed through their first and so far only album I became rather jovial – how can you not be happy when listening to a track called “everybody rules” ? And I found that by the time I took my seat at the Gala I was in far more of a mood to be entertained. Well, until my brother began talking to me. He always manages to rub me the wrong way. And when my parents actually joined in I became peeved enough that when the warm-up guy came up and tried to get audience participation, I was not inclined to join. Then finally the cameras rolled and out stepped Sean McCallif – who I really appreciate a lot- and I said “Go on funny man. Entertain me.” I was not disappointed. The first act was a aboriginies dancing to Zorba the Greek.

Went to see MSI last night with GorgeousGoth and three other friends: BunnyEars, ShortBeardy, and CrazyBitch, all of whome I adore. It was a fun gig, but I think I may have enjoyed it more if I wasnt getting elbowed in the stomach and had regular access to air. Being surrounded by stoners definately cheepened the expierience. I was kinda bummed that they didnt play 'Get It Up.' Its one of my favourite tracks. "I wanna make some babies/ I wanna get it on!/ I wanna Make ya Horney/ but i cant get it up!" There was the fun of members of the audience being dragged on stage and being humiliated, especially this one instance where Jimmy seemed to be getting off by riding an audience member like a horse.

Last night/ early this morning I was coming home from the MSI concert in russel st and thinking "i should write when I wake up,' but for some reason I just dont feel like it. It seems like all I want to do lately is to hang out with Spunky. Maybe I'll draw or something. I'm not feeling particularly funny or inciteful. Maybe Ill start up a comic blog. I tried it a while ago but it wasnt very well drawn, nor was it particularly funny or inciteful. Maybe its time for a re-try.

Night.