It was amazing, such a spectacle, especially compared with the usual minimal set-ups I'm used to. Even compared with Leonard Cohen, there I've said it! Many of you may scoff, but you weren't there! It was entertaining, involving and powerful.
Plus, Warnie was a few rows in front of us, by himself, singing along and absent-mindedly tapping his phone on the railing.
The yellow balloons they let out during the song 'yellow' were perhaps a tad literal, but this was awesome.
Aftermath, as we searched for EJ and the after-party
Which turned out to be like a crazy dream! It was the singer Chris Martin's birthday, and he loves australian soaps. So basically the entire cast of neighbours were in attendance. Those of you who know me well will realise how absolutely mind-blowing this was, as I have gauged much of my success in Melbourne by how many neighbours stars I spot. This was too much. Toadie saying I looked like I needed a beer, Dr. Karl working the room, Natalie Imbruglia, the whole bit.
Singing happy birthday. A bunch of radio comedian types were there too. Olivia and I were in hysterics the entire time.
Back to reality, I picked up a load of new jeans which will soon be distributed to stores across this recession-ridden country.
Andrew came over for a week of gallery hopping, bike riding and shredding. And eating.
Quite a grim scene at the Gravis demo. Not much to see at all. As Sam would say, it was a bit shit!
Jake Johnson was the best, and he had a sprained ankle.
Justin Brock was there, shredding. I thought he was Jack Sabback the other night at the Carlton, then apologised for confusing him with the 'other glasses guy'.
Lewis was ripping, of course.
Even with a busted shin.
Dylan Rieder would do well to chill out on the american apparel loyalty card and start skating for fun. In front of adoring fans, that is. I know he's an easy target, but seriously. Not even one trick, just nonchalant preening.
We watched some sick wake boarding, then rode over to...
Brendan's show at Hell gallery in Richmond.
Sam, along with the amazing Baker brothers. We reflected that last time I had met them under similar circumstances, the next day I was hit by a truck. I'm more careful these days.
Sam obligingly stood in front of Chris Lilley so I could get a photo of him not too obviously. I said hello by accident to him, and froze, like all celebrity encounters.
Brendan with his mum and Mel from Utopian slumps. Brendan's show is really funny and has a great energy about it, I recommend it. I think all of it would have sold by now.
Couldn't resist this one
Keeping with the theme of recent weeks, I skated Coburg on Saturday with Chris, Andrew and Joel. This is Joel, front blunting. It was a very pleasant time.
Later, we saw Joel again at a launch for the magazine his sister Erin worked on. He had to cut his shoes down to relieve stress on his ankle. He also had to change flights to relieve stress on his sister.
Being a slam x hype production, the crowd was quite sneaker-focussed.
Across one suburb, quite a different crew were forming for the annual shred for Shane at Fitzroy bowl.
Morgan, Dean and everyone else did a great job organising a fun and respectful gathering. There were a few people being idiots, I nearly got hit in the head by some dickhead throwing them at the bin, but all in all, it was good stuff.
On Sunday night, we went to see Marc's band 'Vessels' play at Ding Dong. This was quite the outing. Marc was great!
Phoebe was an actively attentive fan.
They were supporting a band called 'the Blowwaves', an aggressively graphic gay pop band fronted by the brother from 90s pop sensations the Mavis's. They were really terrible!
On Monday, we went to see Tom at work, where he regaled us with tales of the Schweppes ad he was just in and power moves in the art world. And he wanted me to make him a denim hat. Good old Tom.
Prior, on a detox in order to qualify for a medical trial, put down this serious move specifically for the blog.
That's a healthy respect for the blog!