It seems few will mourn 2016. I among them won’t miss it terribly. Personally, I had a terrible start to the year, with an anxiety setback leaving me afraid of anything that went bump (in the day or night). Then, just 10 days in, a post appeared on David Bowie’s official channels, his website, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, announcing his passing. It sent me into a spin; for a solid hour I steadied myself that it was an insensitive hack, until finally his son Duncan confirmed it for the world via Twitter. Continue reading
Prior to the 24th of May, I had been near Sydney three times. Twice as a part of a flight stopover en route to somewhere else and once I stayed at the Rydges Hotel at the airport. As a card-carrying, snobbish, eye-roll-inducing Melburnian, I had been on record as saying that I hoped to avoid visiting Sydney the city.
Funny how one thing immediately changed all that. Continue reading
It was April 19, around 6:30pm, that I discovered I had an addiction to live comedy. After 26 consecutive nights of getting a sore arse watching show after show, I collapsed on my shitty couch in front of the TV. There was an episode of How I Met Your Mother on, and I cried. That was when I realised I wasn’t ready for MICF to end yet. But it had, so crying at a not-particularly-noteworthy episode of How I Met Your Mother would have to suffice.
Doing The Funny Tonne made for a hectic month. I had a meeting shortly before the festival with behind-the-scenes men Dan and Gideon, who went over how the Funny Tonne would work. For those playing at home, we sent in weekly lists of the shows we wanted to see, and were also armed with a festival pass, which wielded significant power. Continue reading
Another year down, another 12 months of awesome music. It would be pretty easy to say that 2014 was the year of Darude – Sandstorm (and hasn’t its revival given us a great deal of joy) but once again there was a metric shit-ton of good music released. These were my 10 favourite songs of the year, plus a few honourable mentions. What do you think? What were your favourites?
A friend of mine said to me today:
“Music isn’t as good as it used to be.”
I immediately went into the first stages of grief; shock and denial. How could this person be so stupid? That quickly led to anger, which did not dissipate as I entered the third stage – bargaining (or just good old argument). Continue reading
I love making playlists. It is a definite hobby of mine. It interests me, calms me, excites me.
This one I made for a Desert Island competition. Basically it’s a 20-person competition on a music forum I frequent whereby participants create a playlist, with a number of caveats – the maximum length is 2hr40min, equivalent to the length of two CDs, and you cannot use more than one song per artist. Continue reading