my mind is in my paws

I am in quarantine. It is ridiculously dull.

New Radio Show

I have lungs that are attempting to rip their way out of my chest. I have tickets to Wellington sitting restless on the table. I have an appointment with the doctor at 5:15pm. I have an unimpressed look on my face. Good share.

Deerhunter

Monte Cristo Room, Auckland. It was a top five show.

lungs

He's seeing someone new, already. I'm dealing with it in a mature fashion.

A.K.A. FUCK YOU.

4:25am

Today I bought tickets to see The Horrors in New York. We also had a very successful night with the Mt Albert by-election coverage. Now I'm listening to the glorious renditions of Lion King classics pouring out of my lounge. It's good to be home.

chain of fool(ish grin)s

Well, purchasing tickets to see Aretha Franklin perform in New York City this September is certainly one way to turn my day around for the better.

CENTER STAGE

Fine Old Friends

Currently I feel about as chuffed as he does above. Really feelin' it.

I'm leaving you because I don't love you

This is going to turn into a photo journal as soon as I acquire the mental ability to remember to collect the camera cable. An assortment of reasons and excuses has resulted in my prolonged absence from shows about town, but I'm starting to creep back into the swing of it all with mild success.

Dangerously mild success.

Vampires and werewolves aside (oh edward), I've lacked content to write here as I've been consumed by international and political online news and an overwhelming desire to avoid that empty feeling.

In an attempt to "move on" I've got tickets to The Chills and Deerhunter to occupy me over the coming days. I've also booked tickets to New York in September and to Argentina in October.

It's one enormous clusterfuck to the poor house (with airpoints).

oh, my.

No, I'm New Zealand's foremost mp3 blog

like today!