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Filler

2010-09-30T06:42:00.001-07:00

Dear reader,
In rare moments of creativity I write. Here's a link to some articles i've done.

http://www.fivethousand.com.au/author/mugagga-kaggwa/

Good day,
MK

Beware of...

2010-09-14T19:05:00.000-07:00

what's coming soon

Anyone who gets the connection between this post's title and the Spiritualized clip gets a hug (and maybe a kiss) from yours truly.

LCD Fashion System

2010-08-13T05:07:00.000-07:00

Modelling + LCD Soundsystem's 'Dance Yrself Clean'. Neat!

Music To Be A Hermit To

2010-08-11T01:59:00.000-07:00

Lets face it, 'dance' music doesn't lend itself to winter. Joints are sore, the weather's miserable, clothes are darker. These things don't match with Chicago house or electro pop; they're spouses of songs with lower BPMs and decipherable lyrics, which leads me to a few songs I was digging on a winter's afternoon and thought i'd post for you all (seeing as posting photos doesn't seem to be happening these days). So here it is, my winter guide aka music to be a hermit to.

1. The Radio Dept. - Heaven's On Fire
2. David Bowie - Jean Genie
3. Josef K - Sorry For Laughing
4. Tom Waits - Downtown Train
5. Television - Elevation
6. Cass McCombs - That's That
7. Morrissey - Hairdresser On Fire
8. The Rolling Stones - 2000 Light Years From Home
9. Roxy Music - 2HB
10. Portishead - The Rip
11. Radiohead - Idioteque
12. Brian Eno - The Big Ship
13. Air - Caramel Prisoner

Download HERE.

Beautiful Losers

2010-07-27T05:23:00.000-07:00

If you haven't watched the Beautiful Losers documentary about Aaron Rose's Alleged Gallery in New York and some of the people that were involved with it you're missing out and if you're hearing of it for the first time from me you're lost in the field and at the cusp of helplessness. Here's part 1 below. You should be able to figure out how to watch the rest of them from that. Better still just buy the DVD. I did.

Soon

2010-07-04T07:00:00.001-07:00

...I promise

"You don't need brains to be a painter, just feelings"

2010-06-05T01:22:00.000-07:00

L.S. Lowry is the shit. Had I discovered his paintings a few years ago I would be a completely different painter.

Street Scene (Pendlebury)

The Man With Red Eyes

Alex

2010-05-14T07:14:00.000-07:00

Die! Die! Die!

2010-04-27T07:43:00.000-07:00

I saw Die! Die! Die! at the Ed Castle on Thursday night. I can honestly say it was one of the best live shows i've ever been to. The only things that would have made it better are if the gig had been in a small basement that was packed to the rafters and them playing my favourite song of theirs 'Promises Promises'.

This is their latest single 'We Built Our Own Oppressors' from a soon to be released album that I don't know much about. I'll be buying it for sure.

Blueprint Skateboards Appreciation Society

2010-04-18T23:31:00.000-07:00

Ever since my first viewing of Blueprint Skateboard's Lost & Found film a few years ago the company has been a massive influence on my skateboarding, so it's needless to say that when I got this new board the other day I was more than chuffed. I find the idea of a cricket bat graphic somewhat humorous, as your average skateboarder wouldn't be caught dead on a cricket pitch. Maybe that's why I bought it.
After some near company destroying problems last year Blueprint are bigger and better than ever. Their latest film 'Make Friends With The Colour Blue' recently premiered in the queen's country and should reach our convict nation pretty soon. Here's the official trailer and a few promotional clips for the video. The full length feature is definately going to join my DVD collection soon.

You Wanted a Hit

2010-04-15T01:38:00.000-07:00

New LCD Soundsystem. Very excited about this. The song is from what it supposedly their last album. Eek!

Mer Du Japadelaide

2010-04-12T21:46:00.000-07:00

Mer Du Japadelaide from TripOnThis on Vimeo.

Last year I came up with the idea to create a series of short skate films using my point and shoot digital camera. Unfortunately some things changed and I decided to can the project. Here's some of the footage that i'd intended to use for said films.

Enjoy The Silence

2010-04-12T05:29:00.000-07:00

made a mistake in my life today

2010-03-13T23:32:00.000-08:00

No new photos still. My camera's somewhere in Brett's tote bag (it's my fault for not getting it out of there, not his!), so here are a few links to things my friends have done in recent times that will make you want to gauge your eyes out with excitement.

I don't know Vaughan Baker personally, but I really like his skills on the wizz plank. Here's some footage of him skating one of Englands many more than adequate skateboard facilities.

More Skateboarding >>

Brett and Alex did a mix under their Preyhounds moniker for Adult Arts Club, a label that I think is run by Sid from The Swiss that they're involved with. It's totally jackable and makes you want to dance your hips off. Here's a link to the download

http://adultartsclub.com/podcasts/AAC_podcast_feb2010.mp3

The mix is also available on their podcast. Just search Adult Arts Club on the itunes store.

Lastly Andrew has a tumblr to display his many photographic skills, as well as a bunch of other stuff he deems blogable. He's still ruling on the blogging front and in my mind is one of the best photographers in the country... too bad he's totally blowing it on the SAF 2/ skateboarding front.

http://andrewmlong.tumblr.com/

I look forward to returning to my usual blogging forays soon. Sorry for the 'on again/ off again' status of this blog. It's like that abusive boyfriend you always break up with but go back to a week later.

walking around in out somertime clothes

2010-01-30T17:38:00.000-08:00

So ages ago (about a month and a half) I went to Sydney with Ryan to see Animal Collective and generally be badass. Andrew happened to be over the same weekend for the Monster Children show. I didn't take many photos though so you'll have to deal with this extremely belated post.

Hanging out in the terminal with Ryan. If my memory serves me correct he'd gone out the night before and was a bit tired. I was tired too but solely due to terrible sleeping habits.

While waiting for out flight I realised i'd need something to read on the plane. We went to the bookstore with the hopes of finding something awesome like a tattoo magazine or even better a copy of Slam. All I could find was this issue of Frankie, which really didn't appeal to me but it was that or Inside Cricket (no real competition). Annoyingly we went to the Virgin store on the other side of the terminal after i'd bought this one and were confronted with a plethora of magazines. Moral of the story: if you're going to but a magazine at the airport go to the Virgin store.

We went to Bondi on Saturday for dinner but I could hardly eat on account of food poisoning. At least that's what i'm putting it down to. I refuse to believe people still spike drinks.

I was on a pretty steady diet of water and lemonade. Didn't stop me from puking out the front of Good God and looking like death personified though.

We also did the standard beach thing. I was feeling much better at this stage. I was able to eat chips!

We stayed with Ryan's dad and his wife in Edgecliffe. How's this for a view.

You're mexican restaurants may have given me food poisoning but you're alright Sydney. You gave me good clothes, good times and a really cool night club to add to my 'Adelaide needs a place like...' stories. Till next time New South Wales.

these things take time

2010-01-12T22:41:00.000-08:00

The rumour mills been running rampant lately. "Mugagga doesn't blog anymore", "see that guy over there sitting by himself at the bar. He used to have a blog, but he doesn't do that anymore". Boulderdash! The reason my blogs been M.I.A. is because my parents have gone away for a month and I suspect my dad accidently took my camera cable. Never fear though. Here's a glimpse into somewhat recent thanks to my trusty iPhone.

I saw Lightning Bolt at Fowlers what seems like an eternity ago. Can you pick Andrew in the crowd?

Brett, Izzy and Tom watched the set from the top of their super exclusive, V.I.P. perch!

I may have snuck onto it. Can you pick Andrew in this one?

I've been spending a lot of time at the Exeter lately enjoying mid week ales. This was on a particular Wednesday after a dentist appointment (I underwent a root canal) on which I hung out with Joel, Bec and Ryan. Ryan ended up getting a bit drunk.

About a fortnight later Ryan and myself were in Sydney for the Animal Collective concert (I may post a more in depth update when I get my cable back). It was a great time.

Pre concert ales at the pub up the street. I don't see how people can drink Guiness.

Bachelorette supported, but we didn't care for support acts, we just wanted to see Noah Lenox.

We somehow ended up close to the front and right in front of Panda Bear. I swear at one point he looked me right in the eye.

Back in Adelaide I developed my culinary skills. Here's a photo of my dinner from one night. Chapati, lentils and rice.

This is a far more daring, chicken wrapped in bacon with a lemon skin, with a serving of pasta and salad on the side.

New Years was a big one. This would have been at about 7am on New Years Day. Wish I could say we slept soon after this but nah!

Saturday just past saw Jared spilling his guts. He blamed the numerous red bear beer bongs. I would too!

2009-12-08T00:41:00.000-08:00

no, i don't want to swordfight you

2009-11-12T16:08:00.000-08:00

I'm getting down to the business of my year. Exams, volume 1 editing, upcoming Sydney trip. It's action overload! I think i'm going to take it easy for a while, especially with this heatwave we're going through. I haven't gone outside all week! These photos are from before the heatwave, when it was just really hot as opposed to face meltingly hot.

As usual things started off at the church with Raoul, Nutty and George. I think the weather made them crazy. They were running around trying to claw each others nipples with clothes pegs. This is them in a moment of serenity.

An unbuttoned Brett ventured out from his room. I'm guessing he was having a nap or the heat of the church was too much for him. He didn't join in the childish mayhem.

Word on the street is there's a Flock of Seagulls tribute band in the works. Care to guess who the lead singer is?

Fast forward about an hour and I was at the Wheaty for Jolan's birthday. The big 30. Look at the man, doesn't look a day over 24.

These cupcakes were made in his honour. They have little drawings of bikes and truthful phrases such as 'Jolan is Surly' and 'Happy 30th Faggot'. I'm sure they're true cause if they weren't Jolan wouldn't show them off so proudly.

Andrew and I got hungry, so in true renegade fashion we left the party and had dinner at the cafe across the street. It was a real doozy of a place, with Andrew saying it had a real Melbourne vibe.

Back at the Wheaty, Jolan asked me to take a photo of his shoes because he'd received quite a bit of shit about them.

With exception of the two people in the foreground, we pretty much populated the entire place. In fact we were there until we got kicked out. This led to our 'gang' populating the street. The people at the punk gig up the street would have been shaking in their Docs!

Call him what you want. Shifty, Surly, J-LO or just plain old Jolan. It doesn't matter! Either way he's a bestman. He also said if he ever got facebook this would be his profile picture. Totally holding him to that. Happy 30th Faggot!

you said, "darling I can't help but feel so gross"

2009-11-10T17:04:00.000-08:00

This blog is getting far behind. What can I say. I'm lazy! I take comfort in the fact that Patrick O'Dell of Epicly Laterd fame takes ages to update his blog too. Maybe this means i'm as good as him. Wishful thinking. Anyway this is it, Halloween 09 (not 2010 like Brett declared). I'm probably the last person to upload photos from the night but whatever, blogging isn't a race, it's a way of life!

Sally graciously offered to do the makeup for my costume. By offered I mean gave in to my constant nagging. This is Sia and hers lounge room. Sally said they only realise how dirty it is when guests come over. I say it's fine! The height of neatness.

The tools used to transform me into an 80s songstress/ bond villain.

Matea and Sally went dressed like this. Sally didn't want her photo taken on account of some rash she had. I tried to convince her to flaunt her rash but she refused. Half my friends have rashes at the moment. There must be something in the air!

Fast forward a few hours and we were at the church party. Han Solo (Luke) was there chilling in a frozen state.

Instead of rescuing him, Grace Jones asked her friend to take a photo of her with Han. What a bitch!

The always politically incorrect Cale was there, declaring a jihad on all of us and spitting his best Afghani rhymes.

Because I got there pretty late half the people were out of costume on apart of it being ridiculously hot inside. Subsequently I couldn't tell who half the people had dressed as. That I was just too drunk. Here's Tom post disk jockey foray.

The smoke machine was in full effect!

Braydon was on a rampage. I vividly remember him torturing some poor girl who'd come dressed as a nurse, yelling "She's got swine flu! Put her in quarantine".

The ever bloody Lucy was in attendance, smearing all over anyone who got near her. In fact my pillow now has red stains on it.

Like I mentioned before, it was a real shirts off affair.

Smokey was there but not in costume. I think he's been DJing somewhere else earlier in the night so he's excused.

In retrospect it's a real miracle no one went blind from excess smoke. I think you can faintly see a topless Forrest Gump on the dancefloor.

And here's Forrest in a homo-erotic moment with Nutty.

Ah George! What a man. He danced the night away for sure. I fell asleep despite the music and sounds of people dancing and cheering away. Word on the street is Lucy sat on me and I still didn't wake up.

The next morning we found Josh asleep in his car. The signs of a good night for sure! Gotta think of my costume for next year. Best night in a while,

these things have haunted me, for you've entirely enchanted me

2009-11-06T16:32:00.000-08:00

Friday at the Church (minus most of the usual suspects)

Nutty was hanging. With team PMC dead I think it's time to start a new team. It isn't really new though, seeing as the Church has been around for eons. We need a name though. Any suggestions will be considered. I propose team CYP (Church Yard Posse).

Ever the clumsy lad I spilt my traveler on the walk from town to the church. Ah, the wonders of youth! I obviously had to take them off and dry them.

It looks like Andrew decided to immortalise his bike crash. Thing is, even when running on autopilot with a face of blood he looks better than any of us ever will.

Riguez was knowledge blasting, Andrew listened attentively with his perfect bone structure. This post is sounding like the Andrew Long Appreciation Society or something. Enough of that!

Tim was bored at home so he drove over. Tim lives in Melbourne now, where he's enjoying such delights as seeing Roland S. Howard and getting lifts home in cop cars.

As apart of some Coopers live thing Thunderclaw and Bronze Chariot were playing at the Ed. I don't use flashes. How lame of me.

The ghost of Ben Cooper played with Bronze Chariot. It was something else!

Then we were graced with the return if Kane, who has been gallivanting around the world for the past few months. Word of his return has circulated but it was all hearsay. Guess all the rumours were true.

I was more than happy to see the Banner, as was Saskia, who's back in Ipswitch now. Look at her, she can't get her eyes off him.

Then she couldn't get her eyes off me. Make up your mind girly! What is this, some sort of eye wandering festival?
Was nice to meet you Saskia. Here's to hoping our paths cross again one day *raises glass of champagne*.

you had to sneak into my room just to read my diary

2009-10-30T20:46:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been sans computer lately cause it crashed on me. I'm pretty behind with the updates now. I'll try catch up quick smart as there a few awesome things coming up that i'd like to put up as close to real time as possible.

A few weekends ago Liam and Smokey organised a BBQ at West Beach. I don't think anyone expected the weather to be so shit.

Angus showed up randomly. Probably because West Beach is his local park.

Andy showed us an old playground trick of his.

Dre shot lifestyle hammers of it.

Then I shot one of him.

It was a pretty good time. A shame we didn't get much skating in though.

you came in with flying colours, you came in.

2009-10-11T04:27:00.000-07:00

In keeping with recent traditions on this blog, these photos are all a week old (i'll catch up one day soon. I promise).

As I do on most weekends, I started out at the church. Liam picked me up from town and we ventured off for laughs (and in my case a bit of facebook action. I remembered to log off this time).

Jack and Riguez. In what is possibly the funniest church moment of 2009 Jack went up to the Guez and said a casual "Hey mate! How are you?", to which Riguez replied "What it is!" You may not find it funny but we all do, we being everyone who was present.

We got to talking about pretty blokey stuff. Liam was loving it. Jack was too, with his now iconic quote "She'll be fucking minta!" which was his attempt at taking the piss out of Liam's topic of discussion. Perhaps it was also an equal first for funniest church moment of 09.

Brett wants to go to a rave in Ireland next year! Not really, but if he did he'd definately be packing these fine specs.

Me and Liam went to Jade Monkey to see Love of Diagrams. This isn't them, just the support act. Why do they call them support acts. It's not like they're holding them up, and you really see them cheering for the headliner like a deranged soccer mum.

Love of Diagrams. There were a few technical difficulties but I was too drunk to notice. I thought they were awesome.

Ryan and myself went outside for a bit for some cancers (I don't indulge in them often. In fact I swear to never indulge again... whenever i'm sober at least)

Ryan loves this flanny!

Back inside the band was still kicking it strong! I actually have footage of Ryan dancing outside while the band played. I'm saving it for something special though. Big plans are instore for his cosmic shuffle.

Afterwoods I went to the Bull and Bear and cut a rug amongst other things. That could be interpreted as a drug reference. It's not though. Trust me on this one, even if this photo of Raoul makes you think differently.

I was well past gone at this stage.

I stayed at Liam's house. Apparently he pulled me off the bed during my sleep and I didn't wake up or something like that. Heavy times. Jack stayed over too. It was like a slumber party minus the games of spin the bottle. Heaps more blokey talk though!

i could never forget her even if i tried

2009-10-04T05:16:00.000-07:00

Following my media blitz in the latest Onion magazine Matt and I decided I should try and maximise my exposure meter. First up front cover! These photos are from two weekends ago by the way.

Antwuan may have face tattooes but what he really needs is a genuine Mugagga eye tattoo.

Matt opted for his first face tattoo. Whoever did it must be really talented. The detail is amazing!

Then it was off to the church. Everyone (except me) bought dinner. I'd already eaten. I'm that much of an early bird.

In an act of dumbness I forgot to log off my facebook. What ensued was a series of misleading status updates and comments. I'll get you all back!

Then we went to the Metro. Liam was in one of the supporting bands.

JC killing it on drums. I think he's on a Wolf and Cub tour at the moment. Hope it's going well buddy!

Nat andMatt had a chat. Probably about grown stuff.

Brett.

The main act, a band geniously called Songs were amazing! I think I have a new favourite Australian band. I think they're mostly New Zealand natives though. Oh well, Australia has stolen other bands from NZ, we may as well add another to the list.

The next night Ben had his going away. By the time you read this he will be residing in York, getting ready to begin his doctrate. Impressive I know. How I make friends with such esteemed types I do not know.

I've been a bit of a bad blogger lately. This is hours into the party, when I was already way past tipsy and had entered a stage I like to call 'loud bastard who forces you to have conversations with him and talks about nothing but himself'. Sorry to all who felt its wrath.

I hadn't gone to house party in a while. I think this was a good one to get back into the swing of things.

Rory bought out his camera and things started to get entertaining. I think everytime someone went to take a photo of me I took a photo of them, subsequently blocking my face from the shot. Great tactic for all who are camera shy.

Where this helmet came from I do not know. I think one of the house mates owns it.

Hannah felt the wrath of loud bastard more than anyone I think. I owe her the biggest apology.

Although Camille may have tied with her. She drove me into town later in the night and I forced her to come meet my friends. I'm pretty sure she was sober and just wanted to go home.

Still at the party though. The dancefloor was going off. I may have danced and sung along to Lady Gaga.

Later in town I saw the amazing skipping George. He was in fine form as always.

Then later at Supermild I bumped into Luke. Good weekend!

the shape is in a trance

2009-09-23T04:59:00.000-07:00

Mitch moved into a house in North Adelaide recently. It's amazing and comes with a home studio/ gym. I went round on Sunday and had a little look around to see where he calls home.

Mitch regaled me tales of his housemates, two brothers who are studying law and medicine respectively and an art student. He says because they're all studying so much during the week by the time the weekend comes all they want to do is drink heaps of booze, hence all the wine bottles on the table.

We sat around and listened to mucic for a bit, as well as watching the old Stereo edition 411 on dvd.

Then I had a looksy at Mitch's folder. The kid is talented. Someone offer him a show before he blows up!

BA. Brian Anderson or Bachelor of Arts?

I thought this was really super cool!

In the eyes of Liam, Michael and George this will be me once I finish my construction management course. They're just jealous.

Speaking of Liam, Mitch had his bag out one night (with the book in it) and Liam started drunk writing in it. Just a bunch of random words. See how many you can decipher.

That's all for now.

no photos this week

2009-09-16T00:42:00.000-07:00

No new photos this week (and possibly next week as i'm planning to keep a low profile after a night of several 'mistakes'). Instead i'll take the opportunity to showcase a favourite skate part of mine, which came out well before I started skateboarding (don't ask me why I like old skate parts. It may be because during the 90s/ early 00s no one took it as seriously as many do know).
Anyway here's Vaughan Baker's section from Blueprint's classic hit 'First Broadcast'. This is from his hesh days. Last clip I saw of him he was looking rather stylish and trendy. Not that that's a bad thing. Change is good and even if his new look isn't your thing, to each their own right?

you listen to trash but it's not rock 'n' roll

2009-09-07T22:53:00.000-07:00

On more than occasion i've been approached by random lurkers in bars and other night spots. This normally occurs after i've taken a photo and i'm met with a "wha-argh-tackling-hobos!", which I assume is meant to be a "why are you taking photos?". Usually I just ignore them, as 95% of the population pick fights when they're drunk in my opinion (Call me a pussy. I know you want to), but occassionaly i'll tell the person I have a rarely looked at photo blog, which is meant to be nothing but a way for me to record my comings and goings, as well as those of my closest friends for future reference (I think it may also be a good way to waste valuable working hours for some of them). Anyway this post is one of those special moments that I hope to look back at in years to come and be overcome with nostalgia as it covers Greg's 21st.
I've known Greg for ages. He was one of the first skaters I ever met. I think the day we met he learnt 5-0 backside bigspins out. I couldn't even ollie at the time. He offerred to give me copy of PJ Ladd's Wonderful Horrible Life. I got that copy and although my VHS player no longer works I still have it! How's that for hoarding!

The event was held at the Langsford manor. A brave move in my mind, as skateboarders are generally rowdy drunks and the majority of guests were 4 wheel bandits.

I showed up fashionably late (about an hour into proceedings) and things were already getting heavy. There was a rubber penis/ dildo contraption being passed around and paraded with gay abandon (in some cases litteraly). It was entertaining.

Angus and Matt. Fast forward 20 years and you'll be at a West Beach Skatepark old crew gathering, one of these lads will have heaps of tattoos and they'll be several beers deep. Damn I wish I skated West Beach more!

The footy was being shown. It was Carlton vs. Brisbane in the 2nd elimination final. By the end of it everyone was losing their head. I was secretly happy Brisbane won.

Ever since acquiring this lovely new hair do Andy's been on a steady mission to clean himself up. Nice jacket buddy, and the little mo' is going down a treat!

He is still prone to moments in which his former long haired and neck bearded self shines through. In his defence he was drunk.

Did you knoe Greg's engaged? Well you do now. This is the lovely ring he bought his fiancee Beth. If I were a good blogger I would have asked her to show it off near her face. It would have made for a better photo.

Then the speeches. They were great!

L-R: Greg's sister Amy, Beth, his mum Denise and dad Ian with some ring ins in the back. They're not important in this circumstance, IT'S A FAMILY MOMENT!!!

There may have been a mid speech shuffle on Greg's part.

Greg's friend Carter was over from Melbourne. Apparently he'd been drinking since 8am. Unsuprisingly he was passed out on the couch well before the speeches. Then someone drew on him.

I boosted off to town soon after to change things up and go to Electric Circus, the pill popping/ electro headquarters of the Adelaide soical scene. I wasn't the only person who strayed from the normal hangouts of The Exeter, Ed Castle and Supermild

In fact, a high percentage of the usual suspects were there. Here's Brett and Raoul taking a quick break from cutting a rug to pose for this classic buddies shot.

Here are a couple other mates. Fim and Adam in the foreground with Yama (better known as GLOVES in the dance scene) DJing in the background. He was the reason we ventured from our 'alternative/ hipster/ emo/ 'too cool" ' hangouts. It was worth it too. We all danced a storm (I don't think I sat down the entire time I was dancing that much).

Most of the crowd seemed pretty into too. It's funny being around the sorts I usually giggle at or don't think twice of when out in the town (I mean giggle in a 'Wow that girl's dress is such a vibrant pink. She'd definately have a Medusa effect where she's going' sort of way, not a 'that girl is so lame' one).

After Yama finished his blistering set, he, Brett and myself went upstairs to Limbo for a bit. I'm not sure when the others left, but first hand accounts of their actions feature a lot of bar hopping and crashing parties.

I wandered off on my own for a while in an attempt to keep the party going at Supermild. I soon gave up however and whilst stumbling down the apparently dangerous Hindley Street (I got heckled a bit and asked if I wanted to fight) I bumped into Brett and Yama outside a pizza place. They took me under their wing and we went to the church, where we all retired to the land of nod and encountered Mr. Sandman. Amazing night!

people pay attention to me... i don't know why

2009-08-29T07:20:00.000-07:00

This is somewhat of a special post. I say that because it is about Andrew's new exhibition 'Graceful Exits', which is showing at the A Avignon antiques store for the next couple of weeks. A photography exhibition in an antiques store? Special I know. The space is amazing and complete with many expensive items and a very nice floor. Here's my attempt to do the great event via words and photos (most of which were taken by George as I was manning the zine table all night).

I arrived at the space a bit early with Cameron, who's back in town for an unidisclosed length of time. Andrew gave me a little debrief in regards to what i'd be doing all night. It seemed pretty simple and I was more than happy to help. I'm sure I do a lot of bad things unintentionally so I figure I should help out as much as possible to counter any acts of wickedness.

Llewelyn and Luke were in attendance. So stoked!

This is me manning my table. I'm upset not as many bought zines as I was hoping. Maybe it was my bad sales pitch. Maybe i'm not attractive enough for retail. Either way it's a shame.

Things picked up pretty quickly and the turn out was massive. George arrived pretty much on the stroke of 7 and took to blogging for me. This is a nice family photo. Dylan and Nat in what I like to call 'The Family Stone'.

These were possibly the three proudest people in the room. Andrew's sister Victoria, the owner of the Avignon John and Andrew's mum Daina. You may be asking "why would the owner be proud?" Well let me tell you something. Andrew's an old affiliate of Avignon as he used to work there. Subsequently he and John go way back, so for him it would be like seeing an old mate progress and grow up over the years.

Diggers was in town. He and Luke collaborated for this cheers shot.

Davis was there with his trademark moustache. I wish I could grow adequate facial hair. Having said that i'm sure I wouldn't grow a beard if I could. You know how it is, you always want what you can't have. That's how my ma puts it anyway.

Alicia, Raoul and Dook.

I was blessed with a Curry appearance. I don't see him anywhere near as much as i'd like to. Unfortunately we didn't talk much either. Oh well. There's always next time.

If these two were pro skaters a meeting between them would be as amazing as whenever John Rattray bumps into his old Blueprint teammates. God I wish he'd never left that company.

Izzy got his amazing facebook display picture with the help of Tim. He has some amazing ability to churn out wonders, all of which i'm extremely jealous of.

Nutty enthused Christine with tales of skateboard stardom and rock 'n' roll glory.

The Gez was also around, as was Cale. It was Rob Jones birthday during the week and he was keen to party. PARTAY!

George received the harsh abuse that comes with blogging in the form of this Davis bird...

So he gave to camera to someone else...

... and continued in the tradition of his recent gag fetish.

George doesn't drink beer often. So this photo is sure to become a highly valued rarity in years to come.

Epic starts here!

Hanging outside with The Stink at the close of proceedings. Thanks for nearly getting us into a fight mate!

Ryan and Vince hung out with us for a bit. If I join the employment ranks soon Ryan will become my housemate. God I need a job.

There were many an embrace and congratulation. Moments like these really touch my sentimental heart.

We went to Cuckoo for a bit. George had one of his trademark 'snaps' and threw his glass on the floor. It was amazing.

Then onto Supermild, where Markos was in fine form, cutting a rug like I never knew possible.

This is where things got really loose. Walking back to Markos' I found a trolley which he was more than happy to hop into.

We went through the Macca's drivethrough.

"What do you mean you won't serve us. He's in a trolley. It has three... I mean four wheels. It's practically a vehicle. You know vehicles, cars and stuff like that"

Good night indeed!

soon you'll grow so take a chance with a couple of kooks

2009-08-24T23:19:00.000-07:00

Fresh off the back of my boring skate experience (view last post) I ventured off to Cafe Komodo in the hearty suburb of Prospect for my good friend Louis' 21st. I hadn't seen Louis in what felt like forever. All week i'd been excited about the prospect of spinning a yarn with him and cutting a rug. I felt like a kid again.
I should add that these aren't my photos. They're from the family camera and taken from a facebook gallery. I can already see the comments on this post. "You're blowing it Gaga!"

The standard family shot. L-R: Mum, little bro, pops and birthday boy. The theme was animal mask with a suit. I had great plans of wearinga semi casual suit with the beloved peacebone mask from the church, only to leave said mask at home and only realise halfway there. "You're blowing it Gaga!"

Jacob wore a crazy pig mask and intrigued me with tales of how his father used to chase him around the house in it when he was little. In his words it 'scared the shit' out of him.

I think the theme of this photo was 'tongues out' but Joe had to go and spoil it.

Tom and Carlo. Tom's mask was amazing. I've never seen a cask wine box put to such great use!

This photo was meant to be to the theme of 'look like you're too cool to have your photo taken', but once again Joe had to spoil it. Interesting side note: I'm not this short in comparison to these guys.

Samantha and Cnythia. Sam and I went to the same primary school and I paths still cross. Fancy that!

This is the epitome of beauty and the beast if I ever saw it.

I wore Xavier's (little bro) mask for a bit. For a while I felt like I fit in with the theme.

Then the heartfelt speeches.

"Fake tan all over his face". Most of you reading this have no idea what that's referring to.

Then the lovely cake. This is honestly one of the nicest birthday cakes i've ever eaten. I would have taken seconds but I didn't want to look like a pig, that's Jacob's gig.

Bam Margera/ HIM fans seem to be making their move into the lucritive cafe industry.

I'll leave you with this, a photo of the birthday boy in his younger years. Look at that pose and that face. No wonder people always ask why his child model career didn't take off.

on my walk i found a watch in the snow

2009-08-20T23:57:00.000-07:00

I'm a bit worried about the state of Adelaide skateboarding. There I said it! What are you guys going to do about it? It's not that I don't think enough people are into skating here (in fact i'd like to see a mid-ninties death of skating type thing), I just find it a bit upsetting that people go skating with the intent to do nothing but go film lines at a particular spot. I don't know, it just seems too contrived for my liking. I prefer a more English/ New York approach where it's more to the theme of 'go out, skate and if you film something cool then awesome'. That's enough ranting.
I spent most of my Saturday watching people try film lines. Maybe that's why i'm so vexed. In fact, a whole bunch of us sat around watching people try film lines.

When he wasn't combining spinos with boardslides, Dylan was all about the signs and being straight up gangster.

Andy took more of an innocent stance, reminding us of a little puppy in the process.

Greg's hat gave him a look of wisdom. He reminds you of a grandfather who has experienced all the world has to offer and is still nimble enough to shred better than you on the stunt plank.

I just looked down right bored. I suppose the chess application on my iPhone came in handy for once though. As did the iPod feature, as I watched Jason Dill's Mind Field section and thought of how great it would be to be so talented.

Fletch was all trippy in his Yellow Submarine tye-dye. Playing The Beatles' songs on his phone and giving us mini lectures on their true meaning.

I'll leave you with this. Greg and his trademark version of Derick Zoolander's 'blue steel', which is aptly referred to as 'maroon timber'.

hold your head up you silly girl

2009-08-16T02:59:00.000-07:00

Okay guys. I've had enough. Volume one as been in the making for too long. I have to finish this thing off FAST! With that in mind i've decided to give this thing a few more 'filming missions' and then retreat to my dungeon. Here's the final trailer. I hope you like it!

he's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru

2009-08-05T05:39:00.000-07:00

I was fortunate enough to spend an afternoon with this amazing fellow, Cameron 'Stinky' Nichols on his recent sojourn to his motherland and our great city of churche, Adelaide. Skating, filming, zine buying and hugs were all on the agenda. I felt so lucky.

Post skylarking at the museum. Whilst walking to our respective bus stops Cameron noticed a little wooden ledge at a shop front and commented on how it's a spot you'd find in Dan Kircher's Skylarking. I promised to film something on it the next time he comes down. Soon after we shared a long goodbye hug. By the time you read this he'll be back in Sydney, ruling at life.

Till next time good friend.

there's not much that I miss, i'm far too forgetful for that

2009-08-01T06:59:00.000-07:00

Ah! It's a Saturday night and i'm at home, listening to music, reading, writing. It really is nice to get away from the repetitveness of town. Sure I miss the company of friends and the complementarylaughs, but i'll see them soon i'm sure. I already saw Brett, Andrew, George and Raoul earlier today, and Alex on Friday, in addition to receiving a drunken phone call from Liam that night. These are some photos from last Saturday. It was a fun night, relatively mellow (possibly due to Nutty and Raoul being interstate enjoying the Splendour festival) but fun nontheless.

Alex came up with the seemingly ingenious idea to split 4 4- packs of Monarchs, a cider that is very sweet and in my mind not very great. Even the guarantee of getting drunk for less and much faster couldn't convince me to drink these quickly. "They're too sweet", I commented between coughs. "Look at Mugagga, he's struggling!" exclaimed Alex with a little laugh.

Megan, Liam and Nat joined us at the Church for post town drinks, well that wasn't Nat's primary purpose for being there. He came to rehearse for Halloween. Apparently my costume idea has been the point of quite a lot of talk, which kind of leaves me with no option but to go through with it. It's gonna be a tough one to pull off.

Alex gave up on Monarchs and bought a long neck, Steve just hung around and provided good conversations.

Andrew and George. The former was probably thinking about his upcoming solo show at the end of this month, the latter was probably watching TV and day dreaming (is it still called day dreaming if it happens at night?) about a night that doesn't involve a spilt drink. That would be something.

We went into Brett's room and watched stuff on youtube.

We also tried out helmets for our furute motorbike gang. We're prophisising that they'll become the new fix gears in a few years.

Then the ed. What an amazing place and here are too befitingly amazing people Alex and Jessie talking about something. My guess is the hassles of breaking glasses and keeping up with frame trends.

Crew shot. To my suprise Dylan was there. At the time of this photo being taken he would have been in Australia for a mere number of hours upon his return from a Fiji sabatical.

The rest of the night is a blur. I'm sure I ended up at Supermild, which i'm now referring to as the vortex but I have no idea what went on there or who I met. I wasn't even that drunk. I'll blame tiredness. I've been having all sorts of trouble sleeping lately.

This will be the last town/ nightlife related post for a few weeks as i'm forcing myself into town/ nightfill hibernation. You know how I do!

shorter of breath, one day closer to death

2009-07-21T05:44:00.000-07:00

On saturday I went skating with Greg, Joel, Matt, Dylan and Michael (the last of whom i'd seen around a lot but never really talked to). It was a good crew, although I was a bit upset with myself. I feel like i've reached that point at which I can't do anything with ease, and when I do land something it takes me much longer than it once did but enough of my whine session, more shredding of the gnar!

Who's that nose manualing his way around in high socks and a baseball tee?

Greg of course.

Some nail on neighbouring foot friction (which resulted from immense amounts of shredding and general ruling) left Greg with this stinger of little cut. Ever the trooper he continued to school everyone around.

This is a portion of me shredding at Hindmarsh Blocks. I like this photo. There's something about its cropped nature and general softness that makes my senses tingle. I also never realised how tight my pants look in photos.

Dylan's board had seen better days. I think he was sick of it, which led to him focusing it.

Joel felt ripped off by Supra because he bought a pair of shoes on Friday they were already showing reasonable wear and tear the next day. Fair enough I say.

That night I went out with Andrew, Izzy (both pictured here) and a few others. It was Brett's birthday. I feel bad for not getting any photos of the birthday boy.

Nat bought Brett a copy of 'Japanese for Dummies' for his birthday. I got him nothing. Way to make me look like a bad friend Nat.

Andrew, Jack and Raoul. Jack's good value. Very quotable and always up to some sort of mischief or lurking. I imagine following him around for a night would make for a very good blog post. Unfortunately we always bump into each other randomly and i'm too drunk to be bothered taking heaps of photos. One day Jack, i'll get you one day.

Holla and peace. I'm out yo!

they mess with your head

2009-07-16T23:02:00.001-07:00

I think PMC is over. By the time you read this Andrew would have migrated from porch territory and George is set to leave at the end of the month. It was a good run though. Many a laughs were had and many a booze were shared. Sometimes even beds were shared. That's was the PMC way. "If my team mate isn't safe I aint either" is the way I like to put it. Here are a few pictures from what was possibly the last PMC demo. The crew consisted of Raoul, Nutty, George, Andrew and myself. I think all the other team riders saw the end coming and opted to find new teams, except for Newton who establised his own team. Team 'have a nap before going out and miss the whole night'.

Like Jason Dill is to Alien Workshop, Raoul became associated with the PMC. It was impossible for a proper PMC event to go down without him.

Andrew seemed in a pretty cheery mood considering the disbandment of PMC was pretty much upon us. I wish I could say I was feeling the same. I was all sorts of upset.

I suppose he may have been happy because he bought a new mac. I guess that's what's art grant officers do, buy macs when they should be saving for upcoming trips.

We looked at photos. Michael Casey was momentarily present.

Then we watched DVDs. First up was a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds one.

Then Johnny Thunders. This one was kind of funny. Not because his music is comical but more so for the fact that he was really strung out. His band kept on having to cover his slip ups. At one point he was on the floor against an amp playing with his broken shoe.

So that's it. PMC, you were short lived but how I loved you so!

i'm comfortable apart, it's all written on my chart

2009-07-10T00:17:00.000-07:00

I'm on semester holidays at the moment but nothing amazing has happened. It's been raining heaps and when it stopped for a week I picked up some flu that's devouring my insides as you read this. Oh well, that's life innit bruv? Here's a run down of what i've managed to fit into my holidays so far.

Tried to skate on Thursday with Barnes, Steve, Rob and George. It rained though so not much shredding went down. Barnes, being the gnar dog he is, did manage to pull of a blunt fakie on a water damaged quarter.

Saturday was much sunnier and merrier though. I even got some street skating in for volume 1. Mike did attempt to make proceedings slightly darker though, with his neo-goth griptape art.

Then PMC team meeting. Andrew kindly requested to be considered the Alex Olson of PMC as oppossed to Dylan Reider. I don't know why.

It was turning into a pretty stock standard PMC offering. Drinking, youtube clips, laughs, mini karaoke and a wee bit of dancin'.

But then Liam came up with the genious idea to split a bottle of Jagermeister, which when coupled with Red Bull made for some good times!

Coco lives next door to the PMC stronghold. She and her merry crew (I don't know their name but I doubt it's anywhere near as good as PMC) were having a dinner party. I kind of wish the PMC wasn't full of vagrants so we could do something like them but I guess that's the price you pay for dropping monumental lifestyle hammers.

Walk in. I think this photo has a bit of album cover to it. Obviously George is the lead singer. What should they call themselves? The Axolotle? They'll be PMC's answer the Baker/ Deathwishes 'The Goat'.

We went to the Metro to see a few bands and have a few chats. Izzy was there, masking Sean and pulling his best "i'm so gnarly you don't want to fight me" face.

Linka was there too. I don't remember what prompted this pose. We could have been talking about our favourite domestic animals, in which case I would have said cat.

Bronze Chariot played a blistering set. I sat outside of the band room most of the time and listened from afar though. Ben has a new haircut. It's awesome.

I ended up at Supermild later where I met this funny character,who in all his drunkedness mistook the staircase that leads to nowhere for an entrance to Elysium.

The highlight of my night was seeing this lovely man, Nick. I haven't seen him in so long. We had a good chat and reminisced about our school days.

He was there with Ned and Lawrence, the former of the two I am convinced will continue to look 12 until his 30s. At least he knows he'll never have to consider botox.

This week started off badly. Whilst skating down the street I was pushed of my four wheeled device by some sort of junkie. In addition to obtaining this lovely blood stain on my pants (from a gash of course), I ripped the opposite thigh of my pants and scratched my shoulder. It was a doozy of a slam made worse by the hoards of onlookers! Not as bad as this
though, so I guess I have no reason to complain.

I soldiered on though and skated West Beach with Andre, Rob and The Clogger. The Clogger doesn't drink, which made for a really moment in the Ikea car park (we went there for no real reason), when he mentioned 'The Clogger's favourite things'.

I spent the rest of the week at home, with general flu like symptoms. I'm feeling a bit better now though, so who knows. There may be a new post coming relatively soon.

and oscar wilde and peter cook were close by

2009-07-03T00:26:00.000-07:00

Sorry for not posting in a while. I haven't been doing anything worthwhile. Like you even care anyway. This blog is a pigsty. No new photos or events yet, just a compilation of youtube clips i'm pysched on at the moment. Enjoy.

Rush Fay in Forays, an independent skate film that was hard to come about in Australia. This is the definition of style in my opinion.

I imagine this Natalie Portman clip is good for a cheeky laugh in the office. Plus it's always nice to see celebrities in a different light.

Mark Rowe's section from Cameron 'Stinky' Nichol's latest skate flick 'Needle in Your Eye'. A bestman filmed and edited by a bestman. What could be better than that? A Blonde Redhead track. Oh wait, that's in there too!

That's all for now. Rnjoy your weekends. I'll hopefully have some photos to put up after the weekend.

watch, you're moving in elliptical pattern

2009-06-22T00:08:00.000-07:00

Corporations in skateboarding. I know some people think it shouldn't be around and others think it's good for the 'sport'. I'm still undecided. Whilst it's good to see some of my favourite skaters getting paid what they deserve to skate (Pappalardo with converse, BA, Gino and a whole stack of others with Nike, Busenitz and the Gonz with Adidas etc.) i'm just not sure how supported these companies are to skateboarding. I mean will they be around when the next global skateboard recession hits?

Sean at Edukated hosted a little premier for the new Nike SB flick 'Debacle'. It was super exclusive. Only 30 invites were given out. Well not exclusive as by the time the video was showing Sean didn't really care how many people showed up or whether they had an invite or not. I had mine though. I'll take it as a sign of my Adelaide skateboarding bestman status. Don't judge me for it.

I haven't seen a lot of the skaters in a while. Take Lenny for example. Future filmer of the skateboard stars.

In a twist of events Monkey walked past the event and someone spotted him, which prompted hoots and hollers in his direction. I don't think he skates anymore, which is a shame because he ripped. At least he hung out and watched the video though. It was good to talk to him and get to enjoy his tales of life.

Matt and Liam were there too. In a truely stealth manner Liam managed to smuggle in a beer. Nice one bro'.

Shadows 'n' Shoes!

After last weekend's Red Bull overdose (see last post) i'd sworn off energy drinks but then Red Bull girls showed up and to my delight one of them was Lucy. We share the same birthday so I feel like our friendship has some sort of special connection that most don't.

Then the video started.

My favourite part was Grant Taylor's. Two solid parts within a year and this new one being coupled to Bad Brains! I'm also backing Theotis Beasley now and Nugget can seriously do any trick he thinks off. I just hope he doesn't become boring to watch like P-Rod or Mark Appleyard.

I went skating with Mitch on Sunday. Sorry no photos of the shred but we did see this clown walking down Hindley. Oh Adelaide, you're so crazy!

oh the sweet smell of success

2009-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00

Birthday partys. Why have them? 21st parties even. It's not that significant. It's only your birthday. An insignificant day to 99.9% of your town's population. That's my mantra anyway. Hence I didn't really organise anything for my birthday this year (just like the year before). I add that 'didn't really' because I did plan back to back nights on the town, a rare feat for my slim and slender frame. Here's a smidgen of the action.

Went from Uni to the Exeter where I met up with these three among others. James, Nick and Andrew. I haven't seen Nick in what seems like forever. He's like some sort of J.D. Salinger recluse. You hear about him occasionally but very rarely do you get to witness his bestmanness with your own eyes.

I got the boot on our little cross town drive to...

The porch! It's not even called the Long/ Thearle residence anymore. Just the porch. Apparently the neighbour across the street runs a bed and breakfast and complained about our porch rowdiness and litter. Our bad.

PMC crew veteran pro Damien 'Nutty' Kelly.

I think Alex would still be amatuer on the PMC team. Same with Raoul. They're both like Mike Mo before Fully Flared came out. Steadily gaining respect in the industry, better than many established pros and quite close to signature model status.

Liam would be the new guy on the team causing shockwaves throughout the industry. PMC's answer to Jake Johnson.

Andrew's reasonably well established and from the way he's going lately quite good looking. He'd be PMC's Dylan Reider.

I should mention that Raoul, George and James got kicked out of one of North Adelaide's fine establishments. Somehow Raoul managed to get us a bunch of Red Bulls. They did wonders for the walk into town.

They made Alex wee.

We went to the Ed for the Coerce album launch. The wonderful Sally was there. I've taken to affectionately calling her 'Sassford'. I doubt she likes it but i'm persistant with these things. I plan to make it spread.

She was there with her right hand lady Matea. Dylan was there too. I don't know why he's so camera shy.

It was past James and Jolan's (who I somehow didn't get a single picture of) bedtime. Look at James' weary eyes. The poor thing needed some rest.

Mandy was camera shy. What is it? My photos aren't that bad are they?

Sassford went to cheers me and broke my glass with half a pint in it. She then refused to let me drink it, saying shards would have gone into the drink. Sure she was right but i'm reckless. Not scared of a few tiny pieces of glass going through my system.

Roboto were supporting.

Due to my birthday Erin kept saying my name to the point where Izzy felt the need to mention it onstage. I get made shout outs 'n' shit!

Night two. Zoo York premier at the Mercury. I'm still suprised they let skaters back after the Volcom video incidents.

The video's ok. Brandon Westgate's the obvious standout. I was highly impressed with Forrest Kirby and Eli Reed too though.

Greg was in amazing form. Still can't get over to his rowdy dance moves during Zerred's second song.

These guys loved his moves too.

Then more PMC times.

Cale had terrorised his teammates with a branch.

Honorary flow rider Ben was there too. I should mention George would be another veteran PMC pro. Taken from another team in a massive power move. Like Marc Johnson from Enjoi to Chocolate.

We went and saw Matt DJ at Rhino. I don't know what his moniker is now but he should change it to DJ PMC.

Andrew took a photo of me. If you're wondering what it is just check my lovely facebook dp.

Then after a cross town trek I bumped into Sam. We went to school together. He's a definite bestman. We had a good catch up. I think he was a bit cold though. Don't blame him though. It was cold out and he had no jumper.

Birth weekend glimpse OVER!

all I do is party

2009-06-08T22:27:00.000-07:00

Fridays! They're the best. After a week of work, uni or both depending on your situation, you get to hang out with your crew and relax over a few cleansing tins. Sometimes even head into the city for some foot shuffling action. That's what I did this weekend, hung out on Andrew and George's porch before heading into town. This is just a smidgen of the night.

Andrew was in a very good mood. May I add it was understandable? Well I just did so too bad. As of later this month he will officially be the grants officer for Arts SA. Longy's coming up!

The party bemma showed up with Raoul...

Who made a very slight dress change. Note: Suss the sixpack beer holder on his waist. Amazing!

Alex didn't show up with the party bemma but he did drive his mum's car over. Someone rear ended him. Not to worry though. It was there fault so their insurance should cover it.

George, Nutty and Liam. George was in a quiet state. Probably because he had to work the next morning. Nutty had to work too. He wasn't being quiet though. Liam was carefree as always.

We walked into town and apparently encountered two men having some fun in a back seat of a car near the parklands. This isn't those two men though. This is Cale and Digby discussing the finer points of skateboarding.

Me and Andrew tried to synchronise our flashes. This is the best we could do.

Then we got to Transmission at the Bull & Bear. Welcome to party town!

Around about here I gave my camera away for the night. The rest of the photos are mainly from the viewpoint of Alex with a few guest shots from Andrew (I think).

Stunner eye 1: Andrew Long

Stunner eye 2: Alex Newton

Nah!

Cheap (er) Asahi FTW!

I think Cale just wanted to go to the Casino.

The quiet before the storm 1.

Good mates. The storm was well on its way by this stage.

Preliminary shower.

We were all so busy dancing up a storm that we each shed layers of our outfits.

"That's a shirt of a ruler!"

Skateboarders are notorious for gay activity. Alex doesn't skateboard but I wouldn't be suprised if he did something involving for wheels in a previous life. Raoul is familiar with the shred sled so his actions come as no suprise to me.

Cross blogging or getting a photo of us so they know who to not let in next time?

"AWOOOOOOO!!!"

Raoul dropped some beer and by some I mean a whole pint of the stuff.

Braydon getting amongst it. I wish you could see his t-shirt graphic properly.

If you haven't realised we're well into the storm now.

Andrew looks like he just got the shit kicked out of him.

Raoul = the third wheel.

Man orgy! The highlight of the night.

I think Andrew was a bit shooken up by the violation he'd just endured.

Braydon missed it all but condured this face of bewildrement after viewing the aftermath of aforemention man orgy.

I don't know what happened to Nutty. I was busy lurking elsewhere at this time. As a matter of fact I missed half of the dude party you've just been looking at.

Tough men have tough tattoos of blue birds!

I tried to film a line with Fletch for Volume 1 on Monday. He was getting all New York like and skating through traffic.

He tried for ages. Even got a stitch for his efforts.

It then started raining, which led to him having a couple shots at his line in the rain before opting to try it another day. You'll get your line Fletch. I believe in you buddy.

when i was little my father was famous

2009-06-01T20:07:00.000-07:00

George was disappointed about missing this year's mardi gras in Sydney. To cheer him up we thought we'd buy him a pair of shades that he could fit into his outfit for next year's one.

It led to us all trying on shitty sunglasses.

Then Andrew, Micheal, Nutty and myself went skating at the Henley Beach park. No photos of the session but it was a good one. I'm claiming frontside healflips soon.

I'd planned to stay in this weekend on account of having been sick during the week. Somehow I was persuaded to do otherwise.

Porch session with George, Dook, Nutty, Micheal and Riguez. Andrew and Fim were there too but somehow escaped my lense.

We breakdanced to Lou Reed!.

Then Rhino Room to see Matt DJ.

MC Riguez was spitting dope rhymes!

i knew that you had a flame in your heart

2009-05-26T23:46:00.001-07:00

To whoever may read this,

No photos this week. Zilch, nadda, zero, nill, nought. I have a reason though. As I type this an army of demonic inlfuenza cells are engaged in war with a battalian of my blood cells. As my body is serving as the field for this battle, i'm as weary as Shane Warne's fingers after a night of texting! What with all the trenches being dug into my vital organs and dead soldiers' bacteria festering away in my barely living corpse I think my mental and physical state is quite understandable.
Don't worry though. I've been sitting in front of TV and laying in bed, skipping uni, getting much needed rest and re-acquinting myself with my artistic side, a side i've decided to share with the world via my new blog http://artjib.tumblr.com . It's a bit shit at the moment but hopefully as my skills redevelop i'll be able to return to former levels of talent (which won't be very high, just better).

Yours somewhat truly,
Mugagga. xoxo

watch the tapes

2009-05-20T02:16:00.000-07:00

Three pictures that sum up my last week (minus assignment deadlines)

Andrew bought a box of old skate videotapes. He's now the proud owner of such skate classics as Mouse, Misled Youth and One Step Beyond, all of which came out before I became acquinted with the maple contraption.

Filmed a line for volume 1. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say all my footage is going to be at night or sunset. Puleo in da hizzay!

Michael shaved his beard. He looks 17 again.

all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies, they rolled their eyes

2009-05-11T06:13:00.000-07:00

There have been some celebrations going on in my life lately. So many i've found it hard to find time to post. I tried my best to document them but invariably sucked each time.

I watched Glenn Wignall's part from the old New Zealand skate video 'Forays' at the church. I suppose his video parts are a celebration of creative and subsequently interesting skateboarding.

I then went to Andrew and George's house. Andrew wasn't there. I'll divulge the reason later on. From the looks of things his bedroom is a celebration of the freedom living on your own instills. I imagine if he lived at home still his mother would have had a word with him about his messiness. Possibly pulled him by the ear but I doubt it.

Then Alex, Dylan, George, Kane and myself went on a 'blind leading the blind' walk in search of a special destination.

I was overwhelmed with excitement before we even got there.

There being the celebration of Laura's 21st, which was hosted by her parents at their home. I have bad luck with first impressions and didn't fail to continue the tradition by showing up halfway through her dad's speech. Sure I wasn't alone but still, it's a bit shit.

Sarah, Becca and Scott were a part of the good impression crew I imagine, as they were there well before me and seemed to be well mannered. At least at this point of the night they were.

In retrospect we may have been a bit rude, keeping to ourselves and such. I did inform you of my habit of making bad first impressions.

I think Erin was itching to get a real party started...

because she was putting glow sticks in her mouth.

Eventually we did end up in the city, well Alex, George, myself and a few others did. We bumped into Andrew, who was in good spirits because he'd been at the celebration of his sister's wedding, one of the best type of celebrations.

We hung out for a while and then George got hit on. A celebration of his dazzling good looks and a good end to the night.

Went skating with Andrew on Tuesday night.

He worked himself for a volume one clip. So much so he had to take a break for a bit.

He soldiered on and eventually landed the trick, which led to celebrations of sorts.

Then we met up with Madeleine, Katie and a flannel clad Josh for pizza and beer, which I suppose was a continuation of celebrating a successful volume one filming mission.

Steve was there too. He said he had eaten too much and that his stomach was really sore.

Then we met up with Alex and Tim. Alex was celebrating not being hit by a motorist on his bike and Tim was just celebrating life. Way to go Tim!

There was a business meeting in the room next to us. They'd ordered pizza and didn't finish it all. We got the scraps.

Matt was randomly there. I suprised him with this photo, which envoked a facial expression from him that's akin to one you'd expect to see at a celebration.

Then on Friday I met up with Alex, Andrew, George and Michael. Michael made me the butt of a few jokes but I took it in my stride. I figure he's just jealous of my lifestyle hammers. Yeah right!

Andrew and Michael played drums in the spare room at Andrew's house.

I just hung out on the porch with George and listened to The Pogues.

Then we went to Enigma, a place I don't go to unless there's a good reason. Henning being there was a good enough reason. I hadn't seen him in a while so it was good to catch up. He was with his buddy who is was introduced to by his nickname Buddha.

Robotosaurus were playing too, which is another good enough reason to go to Enigma. They were supporting Jock's band Spacebong who were celebrating their CD launch.

They'd all just gotten back from a nation wide tour. You'd have to ask them if they were pleased to be back in their hometown.

It's weird seeing my friends on stage. It's like they take on a whole different persona.

Celebration heavy! That's gonna be a hard week to top.

all this that is more than a wish is a memory

2009-05-04T00:19:00.000-07:00

I've been promising another volume one offcut clip for a while now. Sorry guys i've been busy with uni deadlines, sleeping in, movie marathons, album listening sessions and partying amongst other things. You may be happy to know i've got around eto making that volume one offcut clip, which takes inspiration from a certain new york filmer's editing technique. You may be even happier to know i'm slightly more computer savy (the clip's hopefully embedded below to back up my claim). Funny thing is with all the filming i've been doing of other people and the inclusion of my two clips in this edit, my personal footage count for volume one is non existant. It's okay though, manual tricks take up more seconds than ledge, stair or rail related manoeuvres and i'll be able to nut it a month before deadline and catch up. Anyway enjoy.

you're hot stuff with a hat pin and good fun with a hand gun

2009-04-24T00:30:00.000-07:00

People always ask me why a lot of my friends are older than me. To be honest I don't have an answer for that. Maybe I was a bastard to too many of my age mates. Maybe i'm an old soul. Who cares anyway? What's more important is the fact it was Mark's birthday last Friday and a bunch of cohorts gathered at the Exeter to celebrate.

Ben was showing the birthday boy some love in the background whilst James, Alex and myself talked about Medicom toys.

Latter I went to the German club with Alex and bumped into Brett. Andrew had his camera too, which never happens so you know he'd planned to have a quiet night.

Alex was around too. I think he's on tour with Robotosaurus now. If you're not from Adelaide and you read this blog (I can hear the crickets already) make sure you tag along to one of their sets. They're intense. I even have the mosh pit scars to prove it.

Who's that hiding behing the tree?

Big Chipper of course!

We went back to the Exeter and caught the end of some band's set. They were some sort of jazz fusion group. Who knows, maybe they'll take the path of bad brains and turn into a punk band. The rest of the night gets a bit blurry. I think it involved me walking across town with Galina, trying to make friends with a certain bouncer and throwing beer bottles upon exiting certain night spots.

I got all nostalgic when I cleared out my house of my used skate shoes during the week. It's crazy how I decided to keep them after tearing them to shreds. I'll probably be a hoarder when i'm old.

Tan éS Accels. I remember this colourway was big when I first started skating. These were my first skate brand shoes!

These were a modification of the éS Accels. They had a tongue strap at the top for extra ankle support. I think had these when I was at the height of my gangster phase. I can't believe I happily wore these shoes to the point they were this mangled

éS EK-01. If you haven't realised I used to have a massive fixation with éS.

Then I entered the realms of limited edition collaboration shoes with these Lakai/ Chocolate kicks. Enter the style fag era.

They were amazing to skate in. I heard Marc Johnson (the guy whose pro model these were) got asked to ride for Adidas but didn't want to have a corporate sponsor so when he joined Lakai he pretty made his own version of the shelltoe. Again I can't believe I wore them once they were so mangled.

These shoes represented the height of my switch skating ability and probably the height of my skating ability in general.

Another pair of Lakai MJ-3s this time a more quiet black and white colourway.

Lakai Telfords. These take me back to the Fully Flared days ( earlylast year).

Modern Era me: the Vans days. I imagine some of you are thinking "This must be the hipster era". Well it's not. I just realised how amazingly well Vans are for skating in.

When I was throwing the EK-01 box in the bin I realised the bottom has a sequence from Koston's Yeah Right part on the bottom. Thinking about it took me back to the days of skating with neighbour outside his house trying to emulate some of the mind blowing stunts in that video. We were nowhere near succeeding.

This is crazy! The majority of my teenage years in a bin. It's amazing how much skating meant to me back then. I used to brush off and avoid a lot of stuff in order to go skating or be around skaters. Gnarly.

The boxes seriously filled up the recycling half of the bin. If i'm still blogging in a couple of years time don't be suprised if theirs another popst like this.

easter sunday, we were talking

2009-04-13T19:29:00.000-07:00

This weekend was four days long... because of Easter.

I went skating with Fletch on Good Friday. It was mostly filming for volume 1 so this is the only photo I took. It's a car covered with little air post stamps. I wonder what that will do to its value when the owner tries to sell it.

Since all the bars were closed on Good Friday the lovely inhabitants at the church hosted a little gathering. I was trying to go for the cute innocent angle but I don't think anyone was buying it.

I dusted off my old BMX and went a little ride around the neighbourhood on Sunday. I'm actually planning on selling it. If you know someone who wants a BMX tell them about mine. My parents bought it for me on the occassion of my fourteenth birthday, I rode it 3 times and then started skateboarding.

Easter Sunday saw me back at the church. Not for long though as we headed into town.

Andrew, Alex's sisters and a cheeky Dylan's finger.

We watched King of the Hill and the I.T. crowd. I was in hysterics. I also may have already decided what i'm wearing for halloween later this year.

Later in town as we were walking to our stomping ground (supermild), we overheard a door chick promoting $5 jager bombs. Our love of a good party (jager bombs are great for those) saw us making a little detour.

Alex found $2 at the bottom of his glass.

Saw Sally at Supermild. They were having a bbq and she ate some of my food. I later returned the favour, eating close to half of hers. Karma!

On Easter Monday, whilst horse racing enthusiasts and underage binge drinkers alike conversed at Oakbank I went skating. Braydon was driving his girlfriend's car. I sat in the back reading her issue of Australian Vogue.

We went to Flagstaff. Mitch came along for the shred too.

Andrew was amongst it too. Akin to me, he was a bit hungover so he spent a lot of time sitting down whilst he tried to regain some energy.

If you have good taste you've heard of this guy. His name is Max and when he's not shredding harder than a quick footed sixteen year old power am he's making jeans. He was over from Melbourne for Easter and managed to fit in a day of skating. Good dude! He managed to get some footage for volume 1 too.

That's all. My Easter sucked. I didn't go camping, get drunk at Oakbank or mack any honeys. I was just chillin'. It's all I do.

down on the street where the faces shine

2009-04-11T06:19:00.000-07:00

I've been strapped for free time these past few weeks so hence the lack of blog posts. Solely due to uni deadlines. I've hardly even skated! Finding time to engage in socialisationalism hasn't been a problem, more the blogging of it. That's was a long spill to simply introduce a few photos from about three weekends ago. Sorry blog faithful.

I went to the Jade Monkey with George to see Coerce. I think it was a friday night but my memory is a bit hazy. George left really early because he had work the next day. I don't even think he saw the band.

He didn't desert me though. There were plenty of mates there, such as Alex and Longy. Alex had fallen off his bike (?) and cut himself something aweful. Subsequently he was on antibiotics and under strict orders to keep his hand off the bottle. He was still his usual high spirited self.

Matt and Jordan were there too. I'd never met Jordan before, but good conversations (especially his travel yarns) and later gatherings have led me to believe he's an awesome duder.

Since he's the definition of art fag and art fags do things differently, Andrew's actions are often hard to interpret. This is a prime example of such an action. After saying he was going to the toilet Andrew simply got up, stood on his own and stared inside the Jade from the beer garden. I think he was in this statuesque pose for two minutes, after which he calmy returned to his seat and ressumed his conversation.

BFFs Cooper and Barlow.

I bought this jumper from the Schwipe online store a few weeks ago. In a true internet shopping rookie mistake I failed to truly understand the product description when it said 'sparkling'. Well not misunderstand, more underestimate the sparkle factor. To my suprise when I recieved it in the mail it was as shiny as a star. After pacing around the house trying to think of ways to offsell it I decided 'fuck it! I'll wear it out'. There have been mixed reviews, funnily it's the positive ones that have made me decide to sparingly wear this crew neck. I just don't like drunk people coming up to me and raving on about my jumper saying stuff like 'Do you know your jumper's sparkly?' What do they think I am. Blind? (Talk about a mega caption)

Nat and Andrew always seem to have good conversations. I wonder what they talk about.

It was Galina's birthday too! Happy belated internet birthday shout outs G.

Brett was out too. This is a close up view of his patented nod, which was going out to...

Coerce, the band I was too drunk to remember much about apart from I enjoyed their set a lot and they...

Shared friendly heckling with this guy. Izzy.

After the show we waited out front for Izzy for what seemed like ages. By this time Galina was very late to birthday hangouts she'd organised at supermild. I don't think she cared though. Like me she was probably too busy catching Alex's purple hoody amongst the backdrop of the dark night.

Eventually we made it to supermild. No photos though. I think I was too busy fending off comments about my jumper and trying to establish new relationships. I can tell you the former went terribly, the latter probably went terribly too but that's a bit more of a grey area.

Somehow I stayed up all night and hung out at some random house with Jock, Griff, Samia and others. Samia's in London now. I missed her going away party because I had an early morning class the next day. I suck!

I caught the first bus home and tried to sleep. Unfortunately the sun shone through my window and woke me up well before a desired time. Oh well. At least I had fun.

all of the rumours keeping me grounded

2009-03-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

I've been neglecting my roots. Too much partying and not enough quite nights with those who christened me a town goer. I'm talking about Liam and Tara of course! So here's a quick glimpse of me returning to my roots.

Apparently this is pretty old. Liam on the front cover of some electrician panphlet.

Me and Matt rocked up at Casey manor and no one was there. Good thing Matt still had a house key on him from his brief tenure close to two years ago. We let ourselves in and found all the doors closed. It was like a thriller. I felt like we'd open a door and find a decapitated body or something dark like that. As it was Dook and Alex had moved into the spare room and their cat was being introduced to its new environment/ seperated from the other cats.

We watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Trainspotting. Matt fell asleep.

The next morning he was far more awake, utilising his laptop to look at things. Probably photos.

Liam's pysched on motorbikes these days. He fell off his the other week and had to have stitches in his knee. I think they've been taken out now though.

Stuart came round and hung out for a bit, before going shopping with Dook and Alex.

Matt drove me home soon eventually. I filmed a time lapse for volume 1. Now all I have to do is start filming tricks again. I think i'm going to have to push back the filming deadline. Trip on This volume 1 coming summer 2012?

promises of fame, promises of fortune

2009-03-16T05:39:00.000-07:00

I suck at blogging then days. Well I used to suck, now I really suck. I don't know what it is. I still like taking photos that'll remind me of my youth when i'm old and senile but it seems my camera doesn't come out of my pocket anywhere near as much as it should. I haven't even filmed anything for vol. 1 in a few weeks.
Anyway enough of my sob story. On saturday there was a German themed bbq for Alex's birthday at the church, his majestic abode. It was christened Schadenfreude Fest and had a pig on a spit. If it weren't for Longy and Sally there'd be way fewer photos to show, so before I forget I should give a big shout out to my homies Sally Ax and Longy Longster. You peeps fo' real.

I met Andrew and George in town, funnily I almost walked right past them. I think i'm going blind. Andrew said I looked heaps cool though, which got me wondering "does he mean 'too cool' like Dylan Rieder, or 'fresh dude' cool like Jake Johnson?" Anyway, Andrew was pysched on this cat so I took a photo.

We got there and the celebration was well and truly under way. Everyone, including birthday boy Alex in the glasses above, was drinking from big 'fuck off' steins or 'Steinkrug' as they're commonly referred to in Germany. Thanks wiki.

Everyone except Matt that is. He had to go work. How I envy him and his part time job. Seriously. Being an unemployed uni student sucks.

Kevin Bacon. Interesting fact about Mr. Bacon here: his father was the architect who designed Love Park, a famous skateboard mecca in Philly, Pa that had its hey day during the 90s, or was that the actor?

Patti suprised me by making an appearance. She came over from her far trendier residence in Sydney for the weekend. She also fell off her bike. I remeber her summarising the story by saying "Well basically i'd just ridden through Kings Cross and was feeling pretty cool so I thought i'd try to climb up the curb but it didn't work out", or words to that affect.

I missed it, but Izzy played a show wearing a cape the night before. Clearly he was still stoked on it.

To accompany the big 'fuck off' steins we ate big 'fuck off' pretzels with suitably 'fuck off' grains of salt.

Tim was there too. I marveled at his long sleeve tee/ hoody hybrid.

The best behaved dog i've ever seen. I'd still rather have a cat though.

In keeping with the 'fuck off' status of everything, we ate big 'fuck off' servings of pork. No pig snout though.

The neighbours were bummed they were missing out.

Andrew and George bought novelty glasses from Fella's gifts. They were off two lingerie clad women whose undergarments dissapeared when the glasses got wet. Ever with a keen eye Andrew quickly grabbed what appeared to be the glass with the better looking chick. Shame about the part you couldn't see hey mate.

Justin.

They may have broken up but everyone still rocks their shit. Jamie in a Swords shirt stamping his authority all of over Sally, whose blog is now in my links section. Suss it.

Sarah and George, the latter of who was in his 'surly thearley' character at this stage.

With Pam in Sydney for uni commitments, James seemed a little unhappy.

Sally found a mask of the monster from Animal Collective's 'Peacebone' film clip. I was at the bottle-o when this happened, so i'm assuming Longy took this photo.

Bithday mate mate was loving it.

His house mate mate was changing songs for us. Go to Supermild on Wednesdays to see him, Fim and Izzy spin some tracks.

Andrew broke his sexually explicit glass.

I think Galina took the next few photos.

George hadn't broken his glass. I guess he takes better care of his women than Longy Longstokings.

Alex gave Jamie some birthday man love. Shouldn't it have been the other way round guys?

Strongest beer goggle lenses ever. Isn't that right Dylan.

Ben and Ben, or Moss and Benghis. See how simple it is to distinguish between two friends with the same name.

Andrew and Fim: morphing at the hair.

Josh was well into the theme. Good cooking buddy.

I met Alexandra. Hopefully my drunkedness didn't leave a bad impression.

Garret was the only person whose glass had a lid. Fab life!

Galina and Steve from Swords/ Spoz/ Jim's Mowing/ Thursday night movies.

I took over the Peacebone mask. Who did it better: Me or Sally?

Beauty and the beast shot.

Dom looking confused.

Nat and Londy looking stoked and amidst some bromance.

The birthday boy was still happy. Dom was looking unimpressed with his beer.

For those of you who don't know i'm pretty short and Tim is pretty tall.

The church received my elusive thumb of approval!

Surly Thearley became Pearly Thearley and everyone was happier for it.

I went into town for a bit later on and bumped into Ned. I was so happy.

and we're dancing, early hours drunken days finally ended

2009-03-02T22:21:00.000-08:00

Friday past. One of the most random nights i've ever had out on the town.

Saw Jolan and Mandy at Andrew's house. They bailed on their fixies before we went to town. Jolan trash talked me skating to Andrew's from the city. Anticipating my eventual master comeback he gave me a long neck. Talk about dodging a bullet.
I should have stood closer for this shot but Jolan kept riding away, hence the bad visibility of said person.

The walk in. I don't know why Andrew's showing me his phone, and from the look on his face Brett couldn't give a shit what the reason is.

The always calm and collected Steve of Jim's Mowing, Swords and Spoz fame.

George. Doesn't he look amazing in this photo, standing infront of store that shares his name. I don't mean that in a gay way, just an attentive one.

I lost my walk in crew when I had to use an alley for toilet purposes and got freaked out by a bunch of big/ fuck off cockroaches. Luckily I bumped into Jacky B, Llewelyn, Steve, Gunti and Rob whilst wandering up Hindley. In a weird twist of events we ended up drinking in the staff room at JR's surf shop after being totally bored at the Fringe opening festivities. Totally random.

"You guys have way more shoes than Daily Grind!"

Staff toilet wall art.

The rest of the night was crazy. I'm in too much of a hurry to give details so maybe ask me if you see me round.

Sit Down, Stand Up

2009-02-22T04:07:00.000-08:00

Being on cheerleader duties at a skate spot can get a bit boring. You get to looking around at other stuff and stop paying attention to the skating itself. This is kind of good though, as you often end up admiring things you usually wouldn't, such as Adelaide city architecture, which i'm pretty sure sucks compared to Australian architecture in general but hey, you got to work with what you've got.

pushing things with feet

2009-02-17T18:30:00.000-08:00

Yep. Me and Andrew spent another Tuesday night out skating. I think it's safe to say the reason we skate together (apart from enjoying each others company) is that we're at a comparable level of suckiness on the scooter board.

We started out at the North Adelaide house. I feel like I go there so much I may as well have my own key cut. George even made a joke that referenced my frequent visiting on their abode. We watched Skylarking, a New Zealand/ Australian skate flick. Andrew liked Willy Ackerman the most, i'm more of a Glenn Wignall fan.

In a true example of bad timing, a weir accidently opened last week and left Adelaide's beloved River Torrens virtually shallow. They say it could take up to months for it to reach its former glory. I heard Cale talking about how pointless and unfun (is that a word?) fishing along the Torrens has become because the water to fish ratio has become far too close.

Fast forward a few hours (skipping a chance encounter with Jacky B, the D.R.E, Lenny, Rob and others) we bumped into Galina whilst having a cheeky pint at the exeter. She'd drawn this lovely piece of Andrew and thinking he was going somewhere else that night had bought it to give to him. Lucky we had our cheeky pint or she would have been carrying it around all night.

We skated for a bit, filming secret poor man clips for the Trip on This saga before a cheeky schooner and an eventual departure to out respective homes. Next week will probably bring another installment of our Tuesday night skates.

we hope that your rules and wisdom choke you

2009-02-15T20:43:00.000-08:00

Audio/ visual captures from Longy and I's mid week skate. Are they for volume 1 or a later installment of the Trip on This series?

Trip on This PFD volume coming later this year?

Am I dropping secret poor man's hammers?

there's music on the station but I'm just listening to cold wind whistling (Andrew Long Guest Post)

2009-02-10T22:56:00.000-08:00

Andrew said he wants to start skating more often so he can get back to his previous level of rippage. I don't know what he's talking about. The guy has the best backside bigspins this side of the Pacific. So expect these brief posts to become more frequent (and in the future have more him and less me)

"This wind's giving me the shits bro", "I've called tricks on it. Once you do that you have to land them" - me

"Just gun it like AVE", "I don't feel like falling in dirt today" - Andrew

sweet and tender hooligan

2009-02-08T05:26:00.000-08:00

Like Clint Eastwood you shouldn't mess with George Newsholme...

because he'll throw your board in a tree...

watch you struggle to get it...

and laugh with delight.

The End.

you were good in your time

2009-02-08T04:18:00.000-08:00

Swords have called it a day, you know the awesome band comprised of Jolan, Mark and Steve that was nothing but a drummer and two bassists. I was pretty sad. I had dreams of going to see them open for bands like Mogwai and Deerhunter one day and being able to go back stage and meet said bands amongst others. Oh well, I can always start my own band, call it 'A Choir of Schoolgirl' or something lame like that.
Anyway Friday was there last show. It was a mass gathering of friends, fans and in Jolan's case family.

James was there, preparing for Mathematic's opening set. He's looking at something pretty intensely in this shot or thinking 'i'm so handsome'. Only joking. James isn't shallow enough to have such thoughts.

It's kind of a given that George will appear in any nightlife posts. He loves to party, but not as much as he loves the jack n' coke.

Saw Jamie from afar. Everytime I see him he offers me a cigarette and i'm always like 'nah man I don't smoke. When I was younger I had gnarly asthma. I don't wanna do anything to bring those nights of coughing and breathing problems back', or words to that extent.

Mathematic

Spoz. I suggest you look at his blog if you want to see good photos of the bands. He's like that groupie at the front who screams and gets thrown underwear except he doesn't scream and doesn't get underwear. I guess they're only comparible by enthusiasm.

A bunch of fans (by that I mean friends who had been tipped of last weekend) were given free Swords t-shirts. I've already gone skating in mine.

Thunderclaw. If I didn't like their music i'd call them something vicious like 'Chunderclaw'. I thought that was pretty witty for spur of the moment. It's probably already been used though.

Then it happened. Swords gripped it and ripped it. This was probably their best show, funny cause Jolan told me earlier he never plays that drunk and had been drinking quite a bit before he started. See why I compared Spoz's enthusiasm to that of a female groupie.

There were several guest appearances and suprises, such as Nat adding vocals to a track...

and Matt guest performing on the final track. Everyone was topless at this stage due to Jolan's call for all Swords' shirts to come off. It spread from Swords' shirts to shirts in general.

We went for a swim afterwards. It took us a while to get in. Sally asked if taxi drivers call the cops when they drop people off who they know plan to trespass or do something illegal. I was pretty sober by this time so my usual over analysing/ useless panicer self couldn't get her words out of his head.

Sally's took of her shoes cause they were hurting her. I imagine the ground was nice and warm by this time.

Brett has a new haircut. I think short haircuts are in. I've been rocking them for years and cats are only catching on now.

Alex, or Grug as he's now known.

This blog can now add softcore homo-erotica to its list of features.

Dance show.

Then some jocks came and made the pool a sower place to be. We left soon after they started talking to us. It was pretty late anyway (well technically early.

this will be on my videotape

2009-01-27T17:48:00.000-08:00

Videograbs from city park and slightly beyond. Audio visuals of these may make it to the final volume 1 edit.

I spy the worst place in the world

2009-01-27T17:17:00.000-08:00

I've been at the skatepark quite a bit since I got back. Unfortunately (or fortunately as the case may be) that hasn't equated to gangbuster photos of ripping, primarily because i've been using bloggy's video setting to capture feats for volume 1. I still don't want to reveal everything about volume 1 yet just in case I decide to can it, but I promise it'll be a nice one (if you're into art fagged editing and poor man's hammers).
Anyway, the only photos that seem to be taken with my camera these days are by the skate rats who take my camera when I leave it on the bench. Normally they shoot me to get revenge for the lame photographs I take of them.

Some lady from uni kept calling me.

I've been rocking these rolled up cut offs lately. Some people are pysched on them but I get the occasional odd look, usually when i'm at the bank, pizza house or on the bus during peak hour.

Angus is going for a new look. It's slightly more hip-hop (new era hat). I'm interested to see how far he develops it. Maybe throw in a doo-rag, some Roca Wear, a tall tee?

I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status

2009-01-27T04:48:00.000-08:00

These photos are very old in blog years (two weeks). I've been a bit busy as of late, what with uni enrolments, catching up with friends, shredding, filming for volume one (more on that in coming weeks) and posting photos from my trip, so don't hate me for being late with these.

Me and Andrew tried to shred for a hot minute, but it was too hot for us and we opted to go to nando's and watch George have lunch. This is the back of his car. I suppose this shot represents the three of us pretty well. Me and Andrew are the skateboards and George the electric cables... well a bottle of Jack and Coke would be better but the cables suffice.

Alex's mum won a meat platter and gave it to him. I thought i'd go round and say what's up.

We watched the Justice and Holy Molar dvds. The Justice one left me with a slight dislike towards them. They seem like stereotypical arrogant French guys; not that all French guys are arrogant, it's just a stereotype.

You know The Smiths got offerred some ridiculous amount of money to reform and Johnny Marr, Andy Rourke and Mike Joyce all agreed, but Morrissey declined stating something like 'getting back with them would be taking a step back in my career'. Only the Mozcat can say something like that and still be radical.

I guess we got kind of drunk after a while.

We took turns playing songs on the i-pod. All I really remember is Tears for Fears, Les Savy Fav and Animal Collective.

The blurriness gives a pretty accurate representaion of our mental states.

That's better!

Both Laura...

and Izzy were probably thinking 'get that camera out my face!' That's the problem with blogging; you tread a thin line between documenting and getting punched out.

Don't remember this band's name...

But I remember all these gnarly chicks dancing next to me. In a moment of madness one of them grabbed me and started dancing. I gave a few pleasentry moves but left pretty quickly. ..

In the arms of Jock.

Dom. Losing himself in the madness of Square 1.

Someone must have taken my camera, cause I think the whole taking photos of yourself thing is lame and would never do it.

One would be forgiven for thinking Brett was keen for a bit of the ol' homo eroticism with your humble blogger and narrate, but that's not the case.

Nice to see my friends after a month,

Even nicer to know they haven't changed!

upstairs who cares your hair has grown?

2009-01-23T04:32:00.000-08:00

After a month of amazing experiences, heart warming reunions, tropical diseaseas, breath taking views and heart breaking goodbyes it was over. I was set to return to little ol' Adelaide town, or as my friends who live there call it 'dead shit town'.

You remeber I suck at flying right? The flights back weren't as bad thankfully.

Adelaide? If I were a half decent blogger i'd have made a mental note to remember where this was taken.

That's it trip coverage over! Now this blog will go back to boring days of skating aka man parties and nights on the town aka not so touchy feely man parties. This blogs about to go downhill!

they shake their heads and they look at me as if i've lost my mind

2009-01-23T04:15:00.000-08:00

I got into the habit of reading and observing everyday as the sun was setting. Whether it was the january issue of Elle UK, which I absolutely thrashed (that should question my sexuality) or Milan Kundera's 'The Unbearable Likeness of Being' (good book! i suggest you suss it), I was always at my spot on the balcony sussing the scene. These are my two favourites.

There was a security guard hired for a month but they'd change every week because their bosses didn't want them becoming too familiar with our house in case they decided to stick their gun in our face and rob us. This was our last guard. His name was Gibson. He was a quite fellow, but very polite.

I got nothing for this one. It's pretty much what you see is what you get innit.

the sores and bumps on my body speak

2009-01-23T04:02:00.000-08:00

I forgot to put these up in the last post. More photos from the farm(s)

I sat in the back of a pick up passenger style. It was pretty fun, but also kind of scary cause all sorts of sticks would wack you in the face.

A standard rural road.

A standard five lane traffic jam.

my animal farm, my animal home

2009-01-16T05:00:00.000-08:00

My dad owns two farms in the countryside and we were all pretty keen to spend some at them. I think this was during the third week of our sojourn.

The car trip took a couple of hours. It made for plenty of quality landscape viewings.

The first farm we went to is smaller than the other one ( I think). One of the men there kept on feeding us roasted corn. It was amazingly good but after a while I was thinking "enough's enough. I've eaten a tonne of this stuff now". The problem was I couldn't turn down his hospitality, not because he was giving me what little he had (there was shitloads of corn, and food in general there) but he always had a big smile on his face.

More landscape photography.

Some of papas cattle. They were pretty close.

Under normal circumstances I would have been slightly nervous, but my recent corn overdose had left me feeling too bloated to care.

Farm number two. The whole gang went on a near sunset walk.

My sister Gillian was feeling a bit under the weather though and opted to go back to the house early in the piece.

Papa's goats.

Banana plantation. Those tops are pretty close to symmetry... for plants

Drop dunny. I heard squatting is actually good for the body and can lead to longer life expectancy so don't be knocking the latrine.

I don't think i'll unpack

2009-01-16T04:32:00.000-08:00

My parents celebrated their 25th anniversary by re-newing their vowels and having a dinner dance event at a swanky hotel that overlook the city. In true slacker style I didn't take any photos. I did spend the night in the hotel though, which meant I could abuse their free internet room and buffet breakfast. Good times.

It was during my hotel stay that I decided to utilise my minolta and get all film like on the trip (which eventually led to a rapid decrease in the number of 'for blog' photos I took. Sorry) .

View from my room.

The balcony's ceiling.

The ceiling.

I ultimately returned to the fail safe world of breath-taking view photography. Weak!

on the sidewalk (people in the city)

2009-01-12T17:39:00.000-08:00

A day in the city.

Possibly the nicest philly steak sandwich i've ever eaten but i've never been to Philadelphia. Does that mean I didn't have a philly steak sandwich? Should it be called a Kampala steak sandwich instead?

That car dad had improted from Japan came complete with a t.v/GPS/ DVD combo. Too bad we couldn't figure out the reception and all we could ever watch were fuzzy black and white broadcasts.

If you look at a bigger version of this photo (just click this one in case you don't know) you'll notice the seat of that guys bike says 'VB' on it. Epic. These guys offer that extra seat space to passengers. Kind of like an auto rickshaw except on a motorbike...helmetless and going really fast as you swerve through traffic. Sometimes with a baby in your hand. Believe me. I saw it!

Traffic that is comparable to that of LA. Probably worse because noone follows road rules, which means at any second a 2 lane street could become 4, with all the drivers eventually having to converge at an intersection or round about.

At least I finished my day with a view of the city.

we can wrestle down to the floor, throw empty bottles out the door

2009-01-12T17:21:00.000-08:00

On the first Sunday we had a bunch of people over for a traditional Ugandan ceremony type thing which can best be described in western terms as 'meet the parents/ whole extended family in one big day of present giving'. My sisters boyfriend gave me two chickens. I had had dreams of them living together on a farm but after a few days everyone was getting annoyed with early morning wake up calls and had them killed for dinner. I was conveniently not in the mood for meat that night. I took a bunch of photos of the event on my sisters camera. Forgot to use mine.
Here's the aftermath

are you ready for the country?

2009-01-11T16:25:00.000-08:00

My grandfather lives out in the countryside about 2 hours from the capital city Kampala. He used to live in the city but opted for a more peaceful retirement. Funnily enough i've always thought it would be nice to spend my working years near Adelaide's CBD then peace out to Sterling or somewhere like that. Pretty crazy (and epic) how different generations of the same family think alike.

When my dad was young him and his family spent a few years living in the same countryside town. This was the home. I guess that was sometime in the 70s. This also used to be my great grandfathers house I think. My dad made some passing comment about the house being older than him.

This is granddad's current house. In another showing of similarity between us his house runs on solar power, proving that we both love the environment.

His block of land is really big. He has all these fields of vegetables and owns a bunch of chickens and cows. Self sustainable living FTW!

All the food in Uganda is fresh. I seriously think the oldest any fruit or meat that I ate was 2 days old at time of purchase. Because of that it all tastes so much better and due to its lack of pesticides is far healthier than what I normally eat in Australia. Plus there's heaps of it, which totally dispells the myth that all Africans are starving.

In an act of ultimate advertising, Coca-Cola erected a giant bottle in the middle of a round about. I was slightly nerved by this, thinking 'wouldn't it be more appropriate for an important national figure to be there?'

2009-01-07T01:03:00.000-08:00

As I mentioned last post I went on a lot of walks. Most of the time I didn't take my camera with me though but that shouldn't come as a suprise to any of you. I'm probably one of the slackest bloggers around but definately behind Mark Rowe in the worldwide rankings. Anyway here are various photos from a few of the times I 'made exercise' as one of my uncles put it.

This was just outside out fence. From the way the rest of the property looks there's going to be a hotel very close to my parents the next time they go there. The sleepless nights due to excessive music and human activity should be wicked.

This house is massive! It's like two wings joined together by a walkway, each of which is the size of a large house. Too bad they haven't bothered finishing it but I must say the build up of moss creates an outside decor that would make you feel at one with nature.

It's not illegal to drive on the back of pickups in Uganda, even though it has some the bumpiest dirt rodes i've ever seen. The last time I went to Uganda in 2005/06 my Auntie fell off the back of one. The sound was sickening. She was alright though. Being the trooper she is she got up with the aid of my grandfather and hopped back in.

I think everyone in Uganda is paranoid about being robbed, hence most house either have fences with the point metal bits at the end or they're a combination of all sorts of lethals that have the potential to leave your body in a mangled state.

This tree had tonnes of birds in it. The sound of their chirping is probably comparible in terms of decibels to stock brokers on wall street trying to get rid of shares during a recession, all of them talking with megaphones.

one little leak becomes a lake

2009-01-07T00:45:00.000-08:00

One day after one of my what were rather frequent walks it rained intensely. Intensely may even be an understatement. I swear it was the thunder was the loudest i've ever heard.

The rain also allowed us to find out the outdoor paving was sloped slightly towards the house, leaving us with a rather flooded entrance and towels, mops and spunges in our hands as we tried to prevent our house from turning into a pool.

I said pretend you got no money

2009-01-07T00:31:00.000-08:00

My parents said that when they bought the piece of land their house is on the area was pretty much desolate plantlife. That was four years ago. When we went there it was pretty much like any average Ugandan neighourhood, complete with it's own shopping centre and various places to get drunk.

The shopping centre.

It's toilet signs. Suss the ass on the guy.

Inside the supermarket I found these. They're called 'foul medamma beans'. I don't know about you but I think the idea of labelling canned beans as 'foul' doesn't make for a very good sales pitch. Maybe i'm wrong and the word foul has a different meaning in the canned food world that i'm oblivous to.