First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba. I was greeted warmly at the tiny airport terminal by the clear Manitoban sun and a rusted white van, containing one Belinda Fitzpartick, co-owner of the Tundra Inn, a fellow Queenslander, and my new employer. Belinda couldn’t have made the welcome to my new home anymore fitting, with arms as … Continue reading First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba.
Everything in airports is repeated twice. Unless, of course, you’re the Koori family being paged by Virgin Airways for their flight to Dubai, with each repetition becoming more stern and strained. Duty free stores are lined side by side with highly priced café chains, people slouching in between the two, staring deep into their wallets hoping the cheap bottle of spirits will drown out their stomach’s moans. You pack your backpack. You check your boarding pass. You check your bags. All twice. Upon being hustled through the early morning security lines and shoved through to the unavailable waiting lounges, I signal my last goodbyes to my family who are manically waving from the top deck of Brisbane International Airport. I message them my final exhausted sentiments with the last two cents of phone credit; “thank you for everything”. I almost send it again.
Elliott Smith once tunefully tutted “Amity, Amity, Amity” on his record XO before his untimely death in 2003. Ten years later in 2013, I’m doing the same thing.
Thank You For The Venom
My Chemical Romance
It was the summer holidays that bridged the transition from primary school to high school. I was a jock, over achieving pre-teen who played an unhealthy amount of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2* matched only by an interest in music. 2004’s top 40 was encrusted by the synthetic slick of urban, hip hop and R’n’B; Usher’s Yeah, OutKast’s Hey Ya and Obie Trice’s Got Some Teeth soundtracking school discos across Australia causing some regrettable musical tastes with regards to peer pressure. Continue reading “Thank You For The Venom”
Title Fight, Luca Brasi, Toy Boats.
Sun Distortion Studios, Albion.
After releasing their impressive effort, Floral Green in September of last year, Pennsylvania’s Title Fight return to Australian shores for a string of small, sold out club shows. After their controversy-ridden performance at the Old Museum for their Brisbane debut appearance in 2010, there is a buzzing expectation amidst the all ages crowd of Albion’s Sun Distortion Studios.
Big Lights – Dear New York.
From a very young age, I was quite taken with the idea of a better place. Somewhere filled with fantasy and wonder, where your dreams became an actual, tangible reality. We’re encouraged from our youth to follow that. Although, with age and maturity, we place these obstacles in front of us, each hurdle growing closer and closer to the heavens we’re trying to reach, our anxiety and anticipation growing along with the burden of your subconscious voice, heaving, “why bother?”. We turn to art forms for diversion, consolation and answers. The radio’s response sang to me, “New York”. I thought I was lucky to be from Brisbane. I seriously did. To hear each lovelorn vocalist declare their affection to this town, “New York City” sounding from their lips with a shimmering sparkle that could never be achieved with the same ring of ‘Brisbane’ or ‘Melbourne’. I can’t imagine The Veronicas exulting “Brisbane” in the same allure that Alicia Keys did for her hometown. Anybody keeping any sort of tab on me at the moment would know that upon graduating from my first Bachelors degree in June, I will be escaping Australia to take complete advantage of my youth, my British passport, and the world that won’t wait. Here are five songs about the Big Apple that are currently soundtracking my travel plans.
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Touche Amore/Pianos Become the Teeth
I’ve always loved the idea and ethic of split releases. You’ll buy a 7’ for one side and are able to be exposed to a band that you might never have heard otherwise. Sometimes, you get lucky and have a suspect idea what to expect from both sides. Are these tracks a taste of things to come for the two acts or a chance to momentarily depart from their previous works to further explore their sonic potential? Time will tell, but if this offering is anything to go by, the future’s looking bright for these merchants of melancholy.