Babes being babes.

This week has been a massive struggle between finding time to do the things I really need to do and experiencing everything I want to. I've been ill for two weeks now and desperately need to catch up on the things I've missed (mostly done now) but there is SO MUCH happening outside the sphere of university life. It's quite distracting.

Alice and I are rubbing noses. She started it.

First and foremost...
I'M HOSTING AN AMANDA FUCKING PALMER HOUSE PARTY!
FUCK. YES.



I could not be any more excited about it without becoming physically ill. As I'm writing, Amanda's Kickstarter is quickly approaching 17,000 backers with an average of about $50 pledged per person. The money is going towards her new album/tour/art book and it's sounding RIDICULOUS already.You can get the first single FREE from her website now!

I need to actually blog about this properly rather than keeping on just mentioning it like this. One day. It will be a long blog. There will be lots of feelings.

SHE JUST REACHED $800k!

Anyway. To life.

I went to see Kimbra Monday night. She is gorgeous and her band and songs have evolved into something truly spectacular since seeing them last year at The Astor and later Southbound 2012. When she runs on stage with those unreal legs with a huge grin on her face you can see her get lost in the joy of performing. It's infectious. I found myself staring at the amazing woman in front of me thinking 'this is the shit. She's made it. Completely. Move over world, etc.'

Then I looked a little closer...

I don't mean to assume I could read her every thought...but I sensed something that worried me. She looked put off when even the smallest thing went wrong. Things that nobody else cared about that she was bringing unnecessary attention to. The time that comes to mind first is when she was playing Wandering Limbs and was struggling with the vocal distortion...Which she was doing all live; a feat in itself. She ended up starting the song again, apologising profusely. It was clear that she was beating herself up about it. It was a little heartbreaking.

It sometimes slips my mind that this unbelievably talented, mature woman is only 22- less than 2 years older than me. She must be plagued with insecurities like anyone in their early 20s...maybe that's why she insists on the costume changes and such...filling up her performances with distractions...maybe? I don't know. All I know is that she doesn't need it. I guess she hasn't been around long enough to know she has it in the bag yet.

I thought about this shit while walking to my car. When is the right time to consider ourselves successful? I think I'm a complete failure some days but whenever I voice this, people tell me that I'm talking rubbish and studying physics and chemistry at university is success in itself. Maybe I'll never be completely satisfied with my life and my achievements. Maybe no one is.

Then I thought of this:

My heart lightened. We already have it all if we're doing what we love. I wish Kimbra knew it too.

Alice is dreaming. So should I.

LOVE x

A Medley of Music News

Hello.
I am stuck in a fickle. I was going to write a blog this week...and then decided against it numerous times. I actually started typing, had almost finished and then deleted it all a few days ago. I'm going to attempt one now as my brain is to mushed to attempt to finish my lab report but there are too many thoughts in my head to allow sleep just yet so...here. bleurgh.

Firstly, I am terrified of my blog turning into too much of a self-absorbed, angst-ridden teenager's diary. I guess that's what it is...but shh, don't tell anyone. I want to write about things that have happened in my life for myself more than anything else, as I've said in previous blogs. It helps me truly appreciate and remember the good things that have happened and I always finish writing them feeling a buzz of achievement. Feelings consisting of:

YES. MY LIFE HAS MEANING. I DO THINGS AND THEY'RE REALLY FUCKING GREAT SOMETIMES.

Which is good. Thinking about good things is pleasant.

So first, I will talk about music.

There have been SO MANY gigs I have been to in the past few weeks that really deserve mentioning. I will at least tell mention Florence and the Machine. She is one spectacular woman.  Her unbelievable voice paired with her captivating stage presence made me literally cry with happiness. She spun and leapt around the stage, maintaining her vocals effortlessly. In contrast, her quaint mannerisms while speaking and humble appreciation of her audience was a beautiful thing to behold. This is a shitty photo from my phone for you. I only took two, I promise. I'm not one of 'those' people who has their phone up the entire night...

The things that I had against the evening were no fault of her own. Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental but I really wish that musicians like Florence didn't play at the Burswood Dome. Yes, it's fucking enormous and the stage is ridiculously large and well supervised but the sound is shit. I don't know why. I should look into the physics of it...but something to do with the pressure in the dome makes the music sounds like it's being played really far away or in an outdoor venue. The atmosphere isn't right. I don't know. I will figure it out and have another massive whinge about it.

Big also means douche bags. You can never escape them and Florence's crowd was pretty full of them. Fucking Perth. One man actually pretended to be having an psychotic episode just so he could get a little way in front of me. The motherfucker was tall too. What an insensitive creep. Who does that?

BUT YES. Yay, Florence is beautiful but I'd really like it if next time she does a few smaller gigs at better venues.  They would still be able to have spectacular stage design in other places I'm sure. Belvoir? At least having to drive for a few hours to get there would sift out some of the massive douches. Sigh.

In other (but still music related) news, CROWD FUNDING IS GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW. I plan to dedicate a blog to it soon as there are many very exciting things happening that I can properly articulate right now. Too tired. Too sick.

BUT.

HAVE A LOOK AT THESE:

Amanda Palmer KILLING IT on KICKSTARTER:
   


The beautiful Tom Dickins and OUR NEW ALBUM (yay!)




and none other than the BEN FOLDS FIVE people!
http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/benfoldsfive
It didn't have a cool widget on the site but I've given you the link above so GO LOOK! IT'S BEN FOLDS FIVE FOR FUCKSAKE!

I am so excited about all of these projects and seeing how they develop. THIS IS THE FUTURE OF MUSIC so you better go and see what it's going to be like.
Epic. That's what. No lowsy labels. No rules. Freedom.

LOVE x