I'm not sorry

*driving somewhere with my sister, listening to The Lumineers album*

Sister: Why is it that all the music you listen to lately sounds like it's children's music?
Me: I'm just... I'm just really focussing on becoming a folkster right now.
Sister: That is the worst possible answer you could have given.

On Coping With Post Gig Depression

You've been waiting eagerly for months to see that band you love. The day is finally here and before you know it, it is all over. The house lights come back on and you are left feeling elated and a little bit sad that it has come to an end when they never played that one song you were desperate to hear live. The next day you feel devastated that you no longer have that gig to look forward to, you ask yourself why you didn't take time off work and become a groupie. You are suffering from post gig depression (PGD).

Living in a town which doesn't see many decent acts, going to gigs is somewhat of an event and as a result I have experienced PGD many times. I know that the number one way to combat PGD is to have a large range of gigs booked in advance to distract myself. Unfortunately I missed out on tickets to a bunch of events I wanted to attend and am at a loss.  

I am wallowing.

I am probably never taking off this band shirt, like ever.

I am listening to Mumford and Sons on repeat, trawling Tumblr and watching all the YouTube clips ever made.

And I am remembering all the little moments like when Marcus Mumford gave us permission to stand during Little Lion Man, dancing alone to I Will Wait, and when some lady yelled out "that song was so lovely" after they played Ghosts That We Knew and feeling the whole crowd must be feeling simpatico. 

I know I should try and beat this post gig depression by listening to some new music or something. Right? How do you deal with post gig depression? 

*I wrote this a month ago after seeing Mumford & Sons. I may or may not still be mourning the lack of gigs in my life due to being poor and living where I live. I have changed my t-shirt numerous times, so I guess I am coping alright.

A terrible photo I took of Mumford & Sons

Babel

I am loving this song.

In fact I pretty much love all of the songs on Babel. I remember they played a few new songs when I saw them in 2010 and thinking they were amazing then. It was easily one of the best concerts I have been too, beautiful venue, great crowd, and apart from the second band that played which just didn't fit musically (Boy & Bear opened and were perfect) the music was spot on. Such a good night. I am really looking forward to seeing them again in a months time, even though seeing international bands in my home town totally weirds me out (but in a good way!).

I saw this the other day and it is totally true for me.

So I am pretty happy they have followed through with an excellent second album, totally worth the wait. And in case you were wondering, yes, I totally think Ted Dwane is a ginger fox.

Sickie

Had to take the afternoon off work yesterday after succumbing to a stomach bug. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself so I decided to treat myself to a new show, Ben & Kate. 

I am undecided whether or not I will like it, but I usually take a couple of episodes to warm to a show. The cast is pretty great. Lucy Punch is hilarious and the kid (Maggie Elizabeth Jones) from We Bought a Zoo is super adorable. Lots of strawberry blonde action. And this ginger fox (Jon Foster).

Pity his character was a jerk! Will continue to watch for now.

Conversations With Children Volume 1

Child: You look familiar.

Me: That's probably because I have worked here before.

Child: No, I've seen you on TV.

Me: I'm pretty sure it's because I've worked here before. MANY TIMES!

(Child stares at me intently. Meanwhile I think to myself it must be the glasses as if Superman taught me anything it was that a pair of nondescript glasses make an excellent disguise which could fool almost anyone.) 

Hey, if I was on TV what show do you think I'd be on?

Child:(without a seconds thought)Farmer wants a wife .

Me: As the farmer or the wife?

Child: The wife

Me: Oh that's a bit.. Depressing, sure I couldn't be the farmer? I haven't even seen that show.

Child: The wife.

Feel Inside (and stuff like that)

I love this so much. 

I want a Mmm in box now and more Conchords! <3

Ginger Foxes: the Olympic Edition

I am not a massive sports fan, but once every four years I tend to make an exception and watch the Olympics in a kind of full on way and fulfil my sporting quotient for the next while. My favourite sports to watch are the swimming, diving, gymnastics and weight lifting. Sadly I have not seen any weight lifting this time around as I have been busy, sleeping, and the Australian coverage is pretty horrendous. Ugh. I am so disappointed in the way the media has been treating our athletes. The horror of coming second! I was lucky to be picked in teams in school full stop! (when it was compulsory to be picked mind you)

ANYWAY. Back to the point of this post. I have been feeling very Olympic lately and helloooooooo gingers! <3

I will start with my favourite, German gymnast, Fabian Hambüchen.

Then of course there is the ginger Doogie Howser, British long jumper, John Rutherford.

 

Our newest hero, Tom Slingsby. Sailing is not very exciting. But his Dad had lovely ginger eyebrows.

This was my favourite thing about it and the most I have ever liked Ms. Gillard.
 

And of course this dude, Steve Hooker. What a dude.
Pole vaulting is terrifying, but I am watching!

And to the many other Olympian ginger foxes I have missed, congratulations to them on being talented at sports and being foxy with their excellent hair follicles.