KTB

is it a person or an animal?

B x

Flesh

I heard KTB only awaken to internet use during the holidays. During this time KTB enjoy going wild. They are actually animals.

This entails nailpolish and springtides. Also, a recent addiction for some happens to be a nice p-noir/merlot... I think because its red like blood.

During the time we've been away, we have enjoyed Skins (televised, not human) and also the reincarnation of the Paradiso ice-cream.

Dan Auerbach is still our number one spoon. He and Bon. Bon being more ethereal and generally divine- we save him for special occasions. Like birthdays. When he will gift to us very special favours. Wheeee! Like a genie.

KoL... enough said.

Many songs have been composed- T's version of Roxanne being number one in our drinking charts. Simple lyrics, look them up some time and create your own fun.

This half of the semester has created many enemies for KTB. So behind enemy lines we went, to the set of Home and Away, where we found many scenesters speeding themselves up to death at the hands/claws of T's stare. Come on guys, don't do it to yourselves.

Anyway, B and T still love the Fleety's. It's the beards we feel. And their earthy smell.

K is addicted to Prowling

T is addicted to Subway (not Twilight, actually, so f off).

B is addicted to Blondie

May all of the rainbows in the world light up your eyes

Love,

T

Harry Kember, will you marry me?

METAMORPHOSES?


















I was reading Katherine Mansfield and wondered where Harry Kember is in real life... Where is this reclusive being who is so incredibly handsome "like a mask or a most perfect illustration in an American novel"?
Perhaps it was him today who K and I saw- dressed as a woman rather unconvincingly... (No one is perfect...) This blog post could easily turn into an account of unrequited love/Auckland's personality, but because I am not blind like some (coughmetro/thescenecough) and actually realise Auckland has no personality/love at all, I will not be taking this Harry Kember subject any further. Screw you Harry, its over.


Meanwhile, due to the general retardedness of social circles (we find KTB as a triangle much more effective, thanks very much) I am placing a rather late take on the DRA show on here for your reading enjoyment (especially if you happen to be one of those idiots who were in Europe over the summer and missed out- you also missed the Fleety's, shame).

The State of Ryan Adams circa 2009

Two hours (ish) of musical heaven. Ryan Adams and The Cardinals (Or just ‘The Cardinals’ as Ryan likes to think- Ryan, you’re kidding yourself- you are the star, stop being an attention seeker and making a drama over your responsibilities) played an absolutely stunning set at Auckland’s Powerstation on the fourth of last month.

Thankfully the band had ACTUAL motivation this time around, creating a completely different experience to the dismal August ’08 shows at the Bruce Mason Centre (which were seated, for fucks sake). This time, the setlist was so thrilling it wore the audience out.

We were treated to the epics ‘Come Pick Me Up’ and the ever famous ‘Wonderwall’ cover, as well as ‘When the Stars Go Blue’, ‘Oh My Sweet Carolina’ and ‘Easy Plateau’ to name a few. The wee ditties from Neal Casal were glorious too, as was the lack of Cardinology tracks (relief). The plethora of songs sent me into a trance as I remembered the moments, poetry and emotions the genius of Adams inspired in me when I first heard the songs many years ago.

Complete with a huge gong suspended from the bird figure behind the drum kit, the small stage space of the Powerstation was used efficiently, setting the scene for a mind melting jam session (hooray the harmonica made an appearance) which would have gone uninterrupted had it not been for ‘Joke Time with John Graboff’ who made a rather unfortunate dig at the Fleet Foxes... But that’s another story. The band was constantly looking to Ryan for signals, folding together in a fashion more admirable than Betty Crocker ever folded cookies into dough.

Admittedly I am responsible for the disgruntled article in a Craccum last year, which described the pile of vomit that is Cardinology (the band’s latest and probably (thankfully) final studio album), and am in no way about to eat my words and praise Ryan to pieces- that rather awkward musical mess has scarred me for life. If Cardinology was an actual science, it would be one involving something really stupid, painful and completely avoidable (think carpet burns)... But boy, those who attended the show and remained loyal to Adams and his tattered Cards are surely still glowing. Somebody put me in a museum. I am now part of an elite few in this world who have heard such beautiful songs live. Caw Caw.

Lots of love and peace,

T xx

P.S Harry Kember turns out to be a sleaze who puffs on sweet smelling cigarettes and lures a girl into a moonlit garden.

so...

3 things that made my day today....

1. Sean Penn won best actor. This man is incredible. He's definitely in my 'people I want to meet box'

2. After wasting many precious minutes scouring the internet, K and T informed me that the intro song to the sex and the city movie is by Fergie... I found it, and I'm not ashamed to say I've been listening to it on repeat for most of the night.

3. We are no longer homeless.

As I approach this major shift in my life, the naive part of me is taking over, imagining a perfect little apartment, wooden floors, white walls a little courtyard... OH wait. that's not naivety, it's reality.

K and B (and inevitably T) are moving to a new location. Watch this space.

B xx

Lord won't you take me away from this place?

So the Oscars were cheap and nasty. More about that later.

Thank goodness real estate distracted us.

Unfortunately right now though, I find myself pining for SF.

Really.

The only time I felt complete is when I was essentially that man in the picture outside the BoA... Opposite is a Starbucks and they have cream cheese danishes. I get on a bus at the stop where the man is waiting, and the bus takes me up a hill, past a rabbit house and a fire station and drops me at 22nd and Hoffman. And thats where I sit. On the hill. With finecuts and a margarita, waiting for my nails to dry. Then I listen and watch - feel the fog on my face while the Bay whispers to me. I close my eyes to see. Too often.

With the beginning of class upon us, home never seemed so far away.

See you in a year Sutro, i'll never leave you again. Promise.

Love T

"He Ripped Her Face Off"

Hello, hello Police?? Hurry Please! My chimpanzee is ripping my friend apart.

Are you joking? Who the fuck has a pet chimp, who is actually like a human and watches youtube when he's bored...

I'll tell you who: a sad lonely lady in America. Travis was her only companion. She said Travis:

"couldn't have been more my son than if I gave birth to him"

WHAT THE FUCK

Travis was like a jealous bf and didn't like her spending so much time with
her friends. Travis got mad one day and took matters into his own hairy
hands.

"Don Mecca, a family friend from Colchester, New York, said Ms Herold fed the
chimp steak, lobster, ice-cream and Italian food. Travis brushed his teeth with
a dental water jet, logged on to a computer to look at photos and channel-surfed
television with the remote control."

"Colleen McCann, a primatologist at the Bronx Zoo, said chimpanzees were
unpredictable and dangerous even after living among humans for years."

No shit bro. I could have told you that and the closest i've ever been to primates is like... far away.

What sucks is that Ms Herold actually tried to kill her beloved pet with a knife, stabbing him repeatedly to try and stop him from tearing the limbs off her friend. Traumatic. Ms Herold probably didn't realise that her stabby rip stab stabs were aggravating the chimp even more.

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/world/news/article.cfm?c_id=2&objectid=10557625&pnum=2

I shake my head at you Ms Herold. Shake. My. Head.

Yours in disapproval
T

grumble grumble.

part a.
So, over the past few weeks I have been contemplating different stages of friendship. The concept of friendship has changed drastically over the past few years, and I believe it is thanks to facebook/myspace/any other virtual communicative tool.

Facebook, a place where people you have met once (or in some cases not at all) can with a click of a mouse become your "friend." They then have the power to watch you converse with your other friends, look at photo's of you, and judge your personality based on what your top 10 movies are. Not only that, they can upload terrible information/photos/videos of you which can affect how your real friends view you.

Now in general I am not someone who cares what people think, but for the first time since using these websites I have come to the conclusion that they are simply an avenue for people (who dont have the balls in real life) to torment you.


also uploading photo's of you in your undies is not cool. That's so myspace.



part b
being indie does not make you cool

being in a band does not make you cool.

you are not cool.

except some of you are

B xx

rant over.