I’m not sure why this huckleberry fag look has taken over Australia at the moment. Every time I go out guys are rolling their tight jeans up more and more, skirts are getting smaller and girls are getting younger. Sounds like a good recipe for some, however, for others like me it’s bordering on sad. I don’t want to condone drugs, and in particular ‘uppers’ but they do make Brisbane seem a bit more bearable. I think that’s because behind this keyboard is a pretty shy person who judges people if I’m stuck in a corner slamming a cheap, domestic beer with a few friends. And I’m definitely not saying that’s a good thing.

I did drugs for the first time in over a year last Thursday (apart from the cheeky lines I did on my last tour). I hate to say it, but it was awesome. After that annoying lull period of breaking up with someone it took ecstasy to make me realize girls are like spiders – more scared of you than you are of them. It also made me realize how much I love meeting new people and hanging out with my old friends.  The only problem was that I planned on doing more drugs the following Sunday and when you plan things it just never turns out. Too much build up never leads to a good night – ever.

So apparently it doesn’t matter how shit you are at guitar to get a handful of girls nodding their heads while some form of noise is screeching through a bad PA system. I am of course talking about Oh Hello – possibly the worst name for a club ever. The actual lay out is not too bad even though I am easily distracted by the huge video screens behind the bar. And what would an indie club be without pretty girls who look like they hate absolutely everyone that they serve? I understand serving alcohol to douchebags all night can be frustrating and tiresome – but that’s exactly why I don’t work in a bar. If you want to slam your way into a weekend bar girl you have to go drinking late nights on Monday’s and Tuesday’s. That’s kind of getting off subject. Is it just me or does Brisbane not have a mid-way point with the amount of band members playing? It’s either a 2 piece band or a 12 piece band – both ends of the wanky spectrum. On one side it starts getting tiresome because of how shallow the sound is and on the other end it’s either not needed or too much happening. I also don’t like the false attitude in some of the vocals, however, unwarranted confidence was never my thing in music; especially if the lyrics are terrible.

Last time I wrote about going out in Brisbane I spoke fairly highly of Rics – and I think I’ll have to take it back. If I owned a shop or service I would not cover it in piss and vomit than double the price of everything. In the normal world that doesn’t make sense. So the music is slightly better than the bars next door, but isn’t alternative, punk, grunge supposed to be the big “fuck you!” to the sterile commercial world we live in? Or are we exactly the same as every other idiot. We all have the same motives when going out after all; meeting new people, having fun with friends, getting drunk, possibly taking home some idiot… sounds like every clique to me. My biggest beef with Rics is the price of a damn beer.

Now a big surprise for me is Snitch. I’m not sure how they can convince people from Sunshine Coast and Logan to venture down to Brisbane every Thursday night. It’s the kind of place girls can walk in for 5 minutes then come out pregnant, with a black eye as a souvenir. Tattoos are stupid. And I know that a lot of people will think I have no place saying tattoos are stupid as mine are the dumbest. Some people might just think I am trying to get a rise for no reason…but I’m not. As addictive as they are, I regret every single one of my tattoos. Before you get a tattoo you should put on your favourite shirt every single day and see how much you like it in the next two weeks. I kind of have this attitude where it’s too late for me now so I just am going to have fun with my skinny, beer-gut body. The music still sounds the same in snitch so there’s no point even going down that road. It sucks – end of story. If you wanted to help stop teenage pregnancy in lower-economic towns like Logan, blowing up this place would be a good start. Now I am just getting bored and bitter so I should probably lighten the mood up.

My whole point of this blog is to try and bring back the house party. Well at least that’s what I’ve decided the point is. On April 14^th I am going to be hosting a housewarming party with my fellow housemates. It’s going to be better than going out in the valley and cost 1/3 of the price and that’s even if you had to get a taxi to Cleveland. I’m sure there will be “cool music” playing before we all get drunk and start playing one-hit-wonders. Our neighbours always have parties so there should not be anyone calling the police. If you’re going out to The Valley afterwards it’s a $12 taxi ride. I can’t really sell it much more than that. If you want to come that’d be great.

email me – glenn@japan.com if you’d like to come.