shifter

Thing have been pretty swell of late.

I've actually had a fairly good few days recently, ranging from good tunes, to good people, to more good tunes, to more good people and then some good sport. Its a pity work is such a grounding experience. I'd hate to say I was working for the weekend but currently that's how things are panning out. But the weekend is a little bit too short, so sometimes you have to work for the weekend and a little bit more.

Thursday night. For those who joined me and a few other thousand odd folks at the Burswood dome, it was quite the experience. As is common for a gig my crew met up at a nearby pub for a few starters to oil the joints a bit. Dave had downloaded a set list from the Melbourne show a few nights before so we knew what we were in for. Urvin won a free pint on some promotion thing. Good times. Chris Cornell and band were lazy as openers but it didn't matter. Some highlights:

• The light show.
• Given Up and Chester screaming live.
• The slow part of the set especially Hands Held High
• One Step Closer (after 6 odd years it was worth the wait)
• Bleed It Out including the massive drum solo
• and finally the extended version of Faint

Friday came and went. I was fairly tired so I didn't do much at all. Caught up on a few TV shows.

Saturday was tops. I hit Freo and realised a mate who I'd not seen in ages was working in the bar I'd just passed, so I doubled back and stopped in for a chat. After a bit I headed down to my favourite joint, Little Creatures. The night was shared with Kye, ampersand (whom I walked straight past on entering), MissEllie, sea_monkey, sugar_tsunami and the other chick with the cute pixie-ish smile whose name I forgot (sorry!). Good food, good beer, good conversation was all consumed in various amounts, with the group splitting and Kye, ampersand and I heading into Perth to dance the night away.

Sunday was a nice relaxing day, until it came time for social hockey. I love this sport, but there's something frustrating about trying to catch a 16 year old whippet who's just dispossessed you and is sprinting down the field. Needless to say I got a huge workout, and my left calf muscles are not thanking me for it. But it was fun, and thats the main thing here.