MUSIC DIARY PROJECT: Day Four
Triple R’s Breakfasters provide the soundtrack for my morning routine, as per usual. I’m in a hurry, so the radio is merely background noise as I run about the house getting ready.
I’m not in the best of moods, so I choose something suitably melancholy for my tram/bus ride to uni: Frightened Rabbit – Midnight Organ Fight. When the album ends, I’m not feeling any better, so I follow up with Liver! Lung! FR! [up to “Old Old Fashioned”] – essentially the same songs, but live and in a different order.
Between classes I sit in Union House. One of the shops is playing “Milkshake” by Kelis. I drown it out with Garbage‘s Version 2.0, and when that finishes, I switch to shuffle and listen to “I Can’t Decide” by Scissor Sisters while walking to the Arts Centre for my French Cinema tutorial.
My iPod is still on shuffle for the bus/tram journey home:
Biffy Clyro – “Get Fucked Stud”
Stereophonics – “Maybe Tomorrow”
BB Brunes – “Sixty Eight”
Icehouse – “Walls”
Eskimo Joe – “Who Sold Her Out”
Josh Pyke – “Forever Song”
Darwin Deez – “DNA”
Hockey – “Four Holy Photos”
Puddle of Mudd – “Piss it All Away”
The Nymphs – “My Deadly Rabbits”
Arctic Monkeys – “Brianstorm”
Royal Treatment Plant – “Hearts and Minds”
The Kinks – “You Really Got Me”
Modest Mouse – “Dance Hall”
Mum’s been telling me to listen to Adalita‘s self-titled solo album, so I play it on the stereo downstairs. The CD gets stuck around track four [this particular stereo can be temperamental at times], so I turn it off. I’m a little disappointed with what I hear of the album. After the hype surrounding the release [okay, after I read a couple of good reviews, and heard Mum raving about it], I had pretty high expectations, especially considering how much I like Magic Dirt. I’ll have to give it another listen. Maybe it’ll grow on me.
I’m helping shoot some footage for 1700 at the SYNapproved gig, so I once again venture into the city on public transport. This time, I select Codeine Velvet Club‘s self-titled album, and it lasts me the exact length of the journey. Perfect.
The gig is loud, and the music is not to my liking. All of the acts on the line-up are DJs mixing instrumental hip-hop tracks. I can appreciate their talent, but this kind of gig is not for me. The music is managing to both hurt my ears and make me sleepy. I’m there for two of the support acts – Mikekay and Wooshie – but leave before the end of the show because I’m not needed. It’s difficult to film someone mixing music and make it look interesting, particularly when it’s dark and there aren’t any special lighting effects or other visuals to focus on. I don’t listen to anything on the way home because I think my eardrums need a rest.