Category Archives: The Blog.

Zine 6!

Written by . Posted on December 19, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

Hello internet!
Issue 6 is done and dusted.

I’ve been in one city and job for the past six months, which is some kind of record for me. Issue 6 is about being punched in the face by life and mortality, early starts, trolling idiots on the internet and features the usual interviews, conversations and pro tips for life.

Copies will be in stock in stores in Brisbane and Melbourne, but Smells Like Zines in Toowoomba is still my zine peddler of choice AND
their webstore is offering a special pre-order of Issue 6.

Pre-orders get stickers, a bonus photo zine and whatever other cool stuff I feel like chucking in there.

It’s $3 + postage (as usual) and you can order now by clicking here.
Make sure you do it by midday Tuesday the 20th though – all zines ordered after that will be goody-free.

There’s also the Issue 6 mix, which should give you a good idea of what tunes I’ve been torturing my neighbours with lately. I would feel guilty about that, but I swear the guy at number 39 mows his lawn every second day. Seriously. Get a better hobby.

Extra-curricular activities.

Written by . Posted on October 23, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

I’ve spoken about this before, but I’ve been having a blast getting back into writing and playing music.
It is my first love and like many first loves, I totally over-invested in it and ended up loving it to death.

I recently dragged the skills I learned during my 14 months in a music production degree out of the depths of my brain to record a split CD for my band Sailormouth and my friend’s band Sharks and Wolves.

The Sharks and Wolves half and the communal cover song was recorded at the home studio of our friend Goof.
He was very kind and let me take over all the engineering duties, as well as fielding my dumb questions.
Check out some photos I took during the recording and download a copy of the CD for free.

 

Poison City Weekender

Written by . Posted on October 5, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

I’ve never been much for parties. They make me nervous and I either drink and talk too much or leave early without saying goodbye to anyone.
Gigs and festivals often have the same effect on me; it takes something special to keep me there and keep the creeps away.

The Poison City Weekender is that something special.
I only saw one crappy band, all the people were nice and the venues were perfect.
The wide array of ciders available in Melbourne bars didn’t hurt either.

Here’s a video I made and some photos I took.

Today is World Alzheimer’s Day.

Written by . Posted on September 21, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

My early childhood was full of sleepovers at Marnie and Pa’s house in the Brisbane suburbs. They’d pump me full of ice cream and coco pops, then swim in the pool and take me to the park.
They even put up with me waking up at 5 in the morning. I’d jump into bed with them and read stories while they dozed back to sleep.

I remember spending hours searching for treasure in Marnie’s junk room, which was full of random stuff she’d accumulated in her lifetime. When I got tired of that, I was allowed to hang out in Pa’s study with him as long as I was quiet.
He’d write and read at his leather-topped desk while I pored over his set of beautifully illustrated encylopedias.

Then suddenly my family moved to Emerald, I started school, Dad started a new job, my brother was born and my grandfather died of cancer.
Marnie started doing strange things. She’d chuck out the silverware instead of washing it, forget where she was in her own house, misplace her car in shopping centre car parks.

It was Alzheimer’s. She was only in her late 50s.

Our last good outing with her happened a few years later. I was nine years old, and my parents and I took her to see the stage musical Les Miserables at QPAC.
It was a fantastic production, but what sticks with me about that night is how much Marnie enjoyed it. Actually, ‘enjoyed’ isn’t the right word, I don’t know if there is one for how much she was affected by it. I suppose she was filled with joy. Here she was in a world where everything was strange and confusing, but she knew love and she knew music. She was still humming and smiling as my mum put her to bed.

Not long after that, she made her last trip out to central Queensland to see her parents (my great-grandparents) and spent time with us at home.
She sat smiling with my dad while he played piano and had a brief moment of lucidity with me, in which she told me stories about the dances she went to where she met my grandfather.

Alzheimer’s took 12 years to get the better of my grandmother and yet she was still outlived by her parents.
By pure luck I got five years of ice cream and stories, while my brother and sister only got to see a strange old lady in a nursing home.
Mum and her sisters had years of stress and the pain of losing their mother as a person, only to start the grieving all over again when her body died.

Right now, there’s no prevention or cure for Alzheimer’s. You can slow it down, but that’s about it. I guess all I can say is be kind to elderly people even if they’re annoying, and tell as many stories as you can so nothing is forgotten forever.

Dear Jonathan Davis:

Written by . Posted on September 15, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. 1 Comment.

Dear Jonathan Davis,

Hey man, how’s it going? Can I call you Jonno? No? Ok, no worries, Jonathan’s fine.

So, Jonathan, It’s been 18 years since your band Korn first formed and 13 years since you guys released Follow The Leader, your second and most influential album.

You guys were pioneers. You mixed the aggression and beats of rap with the angst of Nine Inch Nails and guitars so tuned and effected lesser mortals confused them with synths.

Kids too young for grunge latched on. They copied your white-boy dreadlocks and baggy pants, scowling with bad skin and eyebrow piercings.

Like KISS before you, Korn was more a brand than a band – and a hugely successful one at that.
When I was living in Toowoomba earlier this year, I saw at least half a dozen cars with decals of your logo covering their back window.
You’ve never been shy when it comes to product placement -  rappers taught you that. Porn* stickers, Adidas tracksuits, flash cars, grills… if it was there and profitable, you’d flog it.

But time moved on and now you’re 40 years old and sober.
Who would ever have thought lyrics such as “God paged me/you’ll never see the light” wouldn’t stand the test of time?
One of your guitarists left the band to follow Jesus and your drummer left in an attempt to retain his self-respect. Even God has moved on to email, or so I’ve been told.
Adidas withdrew their support, as did most of your other sponsors and you’ve been forced to scrape the bottom of the sponsorship barrel – Monster Energy Drink.

Come on Jonathan, seriously? That shit is vile enough to clear drains, explode hearts and give you instant diabetes all at once.
Extreme sportsmen, DJs and hot chicks in skimpy clothes drink Red Bull.
What kind of people drink Monster? Let me show you.

Jonathan Davis, it’s not too late to reconsider. At your age you could really go corporate. Wouldn’t you prefer a nice car or a new tracksuit to a carton of Monster?
I think we both know the answer.
Yours sincerely,
Sophie.

PS – Your new single is just horrible.  It makes Limp Bizkit’s comeback single Golden Cobra sound like John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’.

Say cheese!

Written by . Posted on September 6, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

I got a new camera today and it made me think.
While I’m totally fine with why I’ve upgraded, it’s very true that having a good camera won’t necessarily mean you take great photos.
The photo above is one of the shots I’m most proud of.
I was using a Nikon D90 that I’d bought using my Kevin Rudd money nearly a year earlier.
While I’d worked hard at learning how to use the camera, when I took this photo I was crammed into a tiny room with 40 other people including the band, delirious from glandular fever (shouldn’t have left the house, thanks Mum) and still didn’t really know what I was doing beyond focusing, aperture and shutter speed.

Just goes to show, I guess.

My sister cleaned up my study.

Written by . Posted on August 30, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

 

Home is somewhere to hang your journalism degree.

Highlight of my day, and every day.

Written by . Posted on August 17, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

It’s just SO satisfying when I read a bulletin the whole way through and it hits the 3:30 mark. Simple things.

Nothing suss: motivational gym posters.

Written by . Posted on August 13, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

I’ve joined back up to a gym.
The Rockhampton Fitness Centre, aka “Norm’s Gym” is the oldest gym in the city, and dudes have been coming here to lift heavy things since the 1960s. It was built in an old bank on the river, and they even have the old steel safe door open.
While it’s cheap and the staff aren’t creepily cheerful, it is a bit run-down. Sure, it has the equipment I need, but they haven’t updated the “inspiring fitness posters” since the 1980s.
As a result, they’ve gone from inspiring to hilarious. I tried to grab pictures of as many as I could… I didn’t want people to think I was some weird sort of pervert taking pictures of my fellow gym members.

The happy couple.

Hello boys! This is in the "ladies only" area of the gym.

Thank god my shitty phone camera couldn't capture the full bald patch and camel toe glory in this poster.

This man has exceptional flexibility and core strength.

We even have Arnie! Pre Terminator, Governator and Sperminator.

G’day, Rockhampton.

Written by . Posted on August 10, 2011. Filed under The Blog.. No comments.

I really like Rocky. Even though I grew up a couple of hundred kilometres west in Emerald, I see the blue mountains of the Berserker (pronounced Ber-SICK-er) Range and feel like I’m home.
This is the view from the top of Archer Street, directly opposite my old boarding school.
William and Charles Archer discovered the muddy brown Fitzroy river which runs through Rockhampton.
Their brother Colin was the first white settler to sail down the river to the present site of the city, where William was waiting for him on horse back. Obviously William won the race! Ha, I’m so funny.
After all that, the Archer family had one of the city’s main streets and the biggest mountain in the range named after them.