it's been a whee while since the last entry.

since i got back from my vagabond vagrant adventure on the mainland where i thumbed my way up and down the east coast of australia and inland NSW, the murray river and the south coast between adelaide and melbourne (which was awesome fun), life's been kina dominated by negatives mainly stemming from cash, realestate and conflicting personalities. anyway living in south hobart was shite mainly because of the company, the location, and the neighbors. unfortunately i've had to move back to my folks house don't have to pay for rent but i have to put up with my parents judgment, i'd prefer to pay rent.
looked at a place deeper in south hobart like up the hill from the brewery the other day, baddass lil location, there's like a rabit warrens of tracks going up into the foothills of the mountain and through to surrounding bushside suburbs, bit outa the way but not as much as where i am now. got my fingers crossed on this one.

took way way way too many mushies 3 weekends back had the most epic trip, saw the craziest shit, my mind collapsed in on itself and i completely and totally lost touch with reality and it turned into a waking nightmare where i got crucified to the pavement, froze to death in canada, became a tree/fox spirit who was a non intravenous god of the forest observing the seasons year in year out and saw them change consecutively faster, yelled at the moon and saw the dimentional rift coming down to greet me coming closer and closer with each roar, saw the thing that binds us together as a species, i saw my hands shrivel up and rot away, people where fighting around me, ran into oncoming traffic trying to get hit by cars, climbed into one of them, got arrested, the paddywaggon was hell, it filled up with water and it was as voilent as the sea, saw out the window the streets of melbourne rushing past and then it went into outer space. by the end of it all i don't know what was real and what wasn't. never again.

making headway with the music i've got the sampler and the drum machine talking to each other through midi, and i'm sequencing all these chopped up guitar riffs and string sounds s if they where drum breaks. sounds mega baddass. restring my guitars tomorrow, gunna try some different tuning styles including drop c, as well as experiment with the ultimate power chord configeration, d, d+, a, a+, d+, d++ i have no idea how this is gunna sound it'll be one or the other, mega baddass, or just plain wrong. got a gig offer for the 14th, working on new material so hopefully will be able to play some of that at the gig if we can get our act together in time to play the new stuff. it's kinda more rock/metal riff heavy with bigger beats and glitchier noises, maybe even do a cover of march of the pigs by nin or irresponsible hate anthem by manson, or ringfinger by nin.

on friday the collaberative installation exhibition i did with rolly and guybrush opened. it was an overwhelming success. so many people showed up, and the performance that we were oh-so-very unprepaired for went off.

the show's called SOUNDFUCKER, it's a sound/video/sculptural installation. we came up with the idea one night on the piss to do an installation based around the idea of electro-shock-theoripy, and this fictional story we made up about a dood who flips and stabs his pregnant wife and is chucked in an insane asilmn and gets electro-convulsion-theoripy and it kills him.

we got this chair, and put straps on the arms and footrests. and atached all this electronic shit to it, looks pretty sadistic. made a clusterfuck of a soundtrack, did some projections. ect, pitures and clips up soon. we also did a a performance at the opening which i'll get 2 in a bit.

on friday we were stressed/sick of eachother/allmost finished. got it all sorted with half an hour till the opening, when people started to trickle in.

booze situation; sponcorship from t42 provided us with 3 crates of battery acid house wine, our friend casper gave us 100 dollars in exchange for a stack fliers for his business and us 3 (broke as all shit) chucked in for 2 crates of cascade draught.

fuckloads of people showed up too, the great thing was the crew that showed up wasn't the usual art school crew, it was all our mates, and some of the usual art school crew. making for a completely different and definatly better and less pretentious vibe. also one of my favourite bands where down from sydney, SYDNEY CITY TRASH, and they showed up too which was realy awsome.

PERFROMANCE;
first of all i'd like to say that we never got a chance to rehurse, so it was realy haphazard.
beer went very quick as did the food. it started to fade out a little and we realised we had to, the performers, me and guybrush where both pissed, with out warning decided to start, guy went around the corner and put on his fetish gas mask, rolly bailed on the performance so i had to find someone else. who better than mitch from SYDNEY CITY TRASH! mitch was all like "what, what, what do i do, yeah, what, er ok, oh i get it" (mitch was realy confused).
the idea was to drag guy into the space and strap him into the chairm, give him the bass guitar, and i would fuck around with my pedals and loops. dint exactly go to plan. i told guy to do everything in his power to squirm out of it, unfortunatly for guy it was nowhere near enough, and we where a little too brutal. unannounced we violently grabbed guy by the arms and started draging him, some folk bought their dog (german shepard), the dog saw this and absalutly freaked out, started barking at us, i was a bit worried it would attack. it didn't. but it definatly added to it. as we dragged him through a large group of people, the people where shocked and didn't realise it was part of the performance, and took it seriously. guy hit his head on the way through, and as he was in no position to do anything he had a panic attack and i thought he was acting, i copped a fair bump on the way through too, clearly it was allready out of hand.
we strapped guy in, it was i real uphill slog too. guy was pretty much in a fit at this point, handed him the bass guitar and i manned the pedals. he was struggling and screaming and bashing the bass guitar, thrashing about and headbutting the bass guitar. there was a moment where i was woundering weather he was acting or realy actualy freaking out and terrified. with the brutal noise we where making it couldn't have helped. that went on for about 15 minutes, some folks walked out in discuss. most where pretty shocked. i unstrapped guy and he desperatly clambered out of the chair, by then it was pretty obvious that he wasn't acting.

headed outside, Guy's pacing about like a loon, drinking and swearing and seating, looks like he's scene a ghost. i ask him if he was allight, he clearly wasn't. he told me that he had had a panic attack, and was feaking out the whole time, and because he was panicing he couldn't free himself because he couldn't think. he told me he hit his head real hard on the way in, and was completely powerless and couldn't struggle out of it, he told me how his pearsing was digging into him. he was clearly pretty traumertised by the whole thing. adrenline was pumping through him. and he was so fucking drunk it wasn't funny. i can't help but feel guilty and a little ashamed of myself for putting him through that. but Guy was overwhelmingly prowd of how the whole thing went down in spite of his plite. he was pretty much over the moon.

i guess the sencerity of it all realy hit home, and that's probitbly why it was so successfull.

(now) silence in a five story starewell i say! (clouddead quote)

escape artist i say unto me.

i'm been living off caffine and 1 hour intervuls of something that could vaguely be described as sleep. the shit has hit the fan now, i'm suffering from exaustion, my head feals heavy, and i've got the flue. but unfortunatly i can't stop. in 25 hours and 22 minutes i've got a 2500 word essay due in. i had a panic attack last night, the weather's fucking cold, and there are ulsores in my mouth, and to top it all off my head doesn't seem to be working proper everything comes s l o w. either way tomorrow, come 5 i'll be rid of this.

it'd be so easy to give up, oh so very fucking easy, get a good night's sleep, cut down on the caffine, have a massive feast, relax and maybe have time for life.

if the flu doesn't completely drain me, in fact even if it does, tomorrow night i am going to get so pissed that i can't stand up, and mosh around to phycroptic and ruins. i can't fucking wait till i get this stoopid sa done.


end of ofload freight train, huggles out.

great great news possums. in september me and some drinking buddies/fellow artists/art school students, are doing an exhibition. it will be an sculptural/video installation with a strong emphesis on the polliticaly incorect, taboo and humour, and will also be an excuse to have a big party and get fucked-up-beyond-all-recognitioned on sponcorship booze.
the exhibition team concists of Sam "rolly" Rowlands, Guy Dishington (deviant- synner aka saturatred aka guybrush) and Hugh (aka me) Reid. excitment plus it is.

I SEE NIN IN 11 DAYS TIME OMG OMG I AM SHITTING MYSELF WITH EXCITMENT.

hello possums.
i've just got back from melbourne, hobart is as i remember it. i was away for a week and a bit which is the longest i've been outa the state since 2001, jease i realy should break my rusty cage and run. mebourne treated me well.

i went over there to see TOOL, tool where fucking amazing. they played a belta of a set, they played every song off 10k days (cept 4 right in 2) as well as stinkfist, 46 and 2, schism, lateralus and aenema. this was a great coming home for me because i've been listening to tool fer years. as well as just playing, they also had video accompnyment as well, these large video screens would play bits and pieces of their video clips as well as visuals especialy sculptured for the tour.
highlights? well the whole thing was mind boggling but i guess the most intence moment came during schism when the drop happens, instead of going all silent and atmospheric, the band went absalutly fucking gangbusters, everybody solo (yet together), this chaotic explosion of drums and guitar, and on the video screens all these mad textures and strange images kept flashing by rapidly. fucking bedlam. also the song ROSETTA STONED stood out to me as it is a favourite of mine, the video was realy something too. all the tracks off 10k days came off realy well. the video for JAMBI started of as some red lines and morphed into a person and into 2 people and kept on evolving after that, realy mesmerising stuff. ANEMA was played last and was the perfect way to end the set.
they also had a laser show going on with it, pretty. the only negative was the venue, which fuckwit chose sydney myer music bowl, it was in no way suited for the show, pissweak crowd too.
a truely inspiring experience.

i looked at alot of street art when i was over there, melbourne realy has got it's shit together art wise. i felt completly inspired by this too, i'm gunna start doing street art again, mainly stencils and stickers, brace yrself hobart.

i saw some other gigs while i was over there. i saw this band, DES PERES at this great spot called BAR OPEN. bar open is 300nsomthing brunswick street, somewhere near the corner of johnstone street and not well signed. all the gigs there are for free it's got beutifle red carpet (upstairs where the gigs r), comfy couches and chrismas lights. i'd recomend going there if yr in melbourne. DES PERES where great, i didn't realy know what to expect. they played a pumping set of dance mash ups with guitar, 3 vocalists (2 fml 1 ml) and live djing. they would do stuff like make smoothies on stage put them in surynges then go out into the audience and inject them into peoples mouths, shred video tape, rip up books and throw the into the audience, let off party poppers, and loads of other random shit. a very enerjectic show, quite refreshing (after the hardcore gig) helofa lotta fun to dance around to.
[link] (studio stuff doesn't do justice to their live showa)

the night befor DP i went to a gig at the ARTHOUSE a hardcore gig. the question on my lips is, is it a BEING A TOTAL FUCKWIT A PREREQUISITE FOR BEING INTO HARDCORE. there was a coupla of fuckfaces jumping around and doing flykicks and punching and kicking uncontrolably. I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK i go to a gig to watch live music and jump around, not to be punched n kicked by random strangers for no fucking reason at all. spoiling everyone elses fun and hurting people pointlessly. spare u all the gory details and i'll just say whole thing ended violently and i got kicked out.
the whole thing just pissed me right off, put me in a real bad mood.
if you're reading this and are into hardcore yr a total fuckwit.

thanks heaps to french christ for teaching me some of the ins and outs of freegunism, skip diggin, table diving. realy came in handy not sure i'll subscribe to the elietist philosiphy, these skills will definatly be usful in life. allthough i'm not sure it's as practicle in hobart as it is in melbourne.

i stayed with a bunch of anarchists and the whole time i was there i practiced no perconal hygean, nor did i feel compelled. i met some interesting characters, and had a blast of a time.

thanks to robert (pitty u got kicked out) nissa, matt (sota) and (especialy) french christ for all yr warm hospitality and stuff. anyway i'm real inspired now. i guess i should make some art or something.