tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41349252328792412042024-02-21T15:55:58.935+11:00BRIDEZILLA: THE BANDBRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-72963567360219958352010-09-23T10:58:00.019+10:002010-09-23T11:53:58.170+10:00Changing Lanes<div style="text-align: center;">
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Helloooo all!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Thanks to everyone who came to FBI's Changing Lanes Festival on Sunday! The sun was shining, the beats were blasting, the birds were chirping...we played lotsa new songs and rocked out in some adidas attire, did a few drunken interviews, danced til sun down and were mostly in bed by nine. The best kind of day.</div></div><div style="text-align: center; ">
</div><div style="text-align: center; ">For those of you who missed out, we're headlining at Oxford Art Factory next Friday Oct 1st. There'll be a bunch of other bands too - and all for the price of a happy meal!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">
</div><div style="text-align: center; ">xxx</div><div style="text-align: center; ">
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</div><div> </div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-44596993771573351252010-07-09T22:10:00.010+10:002010-07-10T00:09:32.823+10:00The United Kindom; a pictorial<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHN9EGXnM7O0ZNE6-kCFA5ZNh1z8XBtzqbzog7FKovd7bkwm2V43YO6qVKd6wuhlPUHcPBOFtLoSfN_D6PjAoKLXdla-9fZR9UcGxxNiX7tK9pheV6ENMw_F_JTttf6xzMzotuBKfzwE4q/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHN9EGXnM7O0ZNE6-kCFA5ZNh1z8XBtzqbzog7FKovd7bkwm2V43YO6qVKd6wuhlPUHcPBOFtLoSfN_D6PjAoKLXdla-9fZR9UcGxxNiX7tK9pheV6ENMw_F_JTttf6xzMzotuBKfzwE4q/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491896658054249890" border="0" /></a>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" >From the Brighton sands, through the class and grime of London, to the bagpipes of Glasgow...</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOI6c8J8obv_MM2iVgtpJk6h7b_LX-7ElPpXk68pybWOdiDojf3gnMA8_jYkrartY5AimsCsPG0X2owbLJRUiaWifGUJ7fXwLpqVkV6yaTAcnAQ0UIjgGSjp_r60Q2HYSfsBSaytYzzKW3/s1600/29209_422204163522_614208522_5283097_6643080_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOI6c8J8obv_MM2iVgtpJk6h7b_LX-7ElPpXk68pybWOdiDojf3gnMA8_jYkrartY5AimsCsPG0X2owbLJRUiaWifGUJ7fXwLpqVkV6yaTAcnAQ0UIjgGSjp_r60Q2HYSfsBSaytYzzKW3/s400/29209_422204163522_614208522_5283097_6643080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491891293153841938" border="0" /></a>
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'Ballantine's on Valentine's' tune for you to download for free on this very special occasion...
xxxBRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-86408017063951717872010-01-31T12:44:00.003+11:002010-04-29T20:57:20.813+10:00WESTERN FRONT<object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrt2roaIzbI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vrt2roaIzbI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-84808611076365711392009-12-18T17:55:00.005+11:002009-12-19T22:57:49.824+11:00YULETIDEA gift for you; an exclusive song we whipped up in the spirit of Christmas...
Click on the picture to download 'Yuletide' for free:<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span>
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</div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-46989257581673401882009-11-05T11:04:00.009+11:002010-07-10T00:39:09.606+10:00ALBUM OF THE WEEK<div style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Many thanks to Fbi, 2SER, 3RRR and RTR Radio Stations for gracing us with 'ALBUM OF THE WEEK' in succession.</span>
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</div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-61657582743969055922009-10-08T13:54:00.011+11:002009-11-20T15:15:53.052+11:00Max and Kyle... I love you.<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:'times new roman';" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I met 2 Americans on the way up to ATP festival that were sitting behind me on the bus, Max and Kyle. Max was from Brooklyn and worked for a distributing company, Kyle was a student from Arizona. They met at the previous ATP and were the picture perfect quirky music nerds that knew every fine detail of every band that was playing... including every lyric off Animal Collective's LP 'Prospect Hummer' which was released by FatCat records on May 24th, 2005 and that Suicide released a live LP ''Half Alive'' in 1981 and it was a collection of live and demo material recorded from 1975-1979, Kyle said it was originally on ROIR cassette only and Max claimed he owned one. What the fuck. I had to search google to know who the fuck Animal Collective and Suicide were - (by this point they didn't actually know I was listening to their conversation). The trip was only 1 hr in, I've got ADD, my boyfriend was listening to his ipod and I was filming Millie dancing with headphones on in the seat infront of me - it was getting boring so I decided to turn around and say hello to Max and Kyle. They weren't interested in talking to me! I suppose they had to catch up on all the new music they found out about and who bought the most amazing LP in the last year. Well fuck 'em I thought, I turned back around and said ''Yea, I'm playing this weekend, THAT IS WHY I'M HERE''... wrong move Daisy. From then onwards Max and Kyle wanted to talk so much Kyle ended up driving 5 hrs to see us in LA the following week. </span></span><div style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >PART 1: NEW YORK</span>
</div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Nothing about NY is boring. Even a 13 hour flight, a 5 hr stop-over and then another 5 hr flight is none short of a thrilling adventure when the Big Apple is in sight. I even managed to survive through a Sandra Bullock film without wanting to shoot someone, and I didn't completely mind that my dinner looked and tasted like someone shat in a plastic container, covered it in aluminium foil and put it in the microwave. And thus with high hopes and dreams we arrived in JFK airport at 5:45 am 9th of September!</span>
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSg6_l-UE9-AZohX5pwE1fpNcA7hNJ5IukKKZ2zBI07sJ5_9oafndnoXwfFUeNl9vRxgHyvf0GYaWuZ7nNNaBPShpMdqtWkEVAyQDfw6mf66jp4VYsXqxJCdwyaVrFIrjhlUB4LPoEeXH/s1600-h/IMG_3447.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px; display: block; height: 212px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387848467101346530" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSg6_l-UE9-AZohX5pwE1fpNcA7hNJ5IukKKZ2zBI07sJ5_9oafndnoXwfFUeNl9vRxgHyvf0GYaWuZ7nNNaBPShpMdqtWkEVAyQDfw6mf66jp4VYsXqxJCdwyaVrFIrjhlUB4LPoEeXH/s400/IMG_3447.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">A Big Red burn</span>
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The excitement wore thin when I realized we would have to wait until a reasonable hour for our driver to take us to Brooklyn where we would be staying for the next two days. So in the few hours that ensued we had an awkward conversation about sex, early teenage-hood, being bullied and who thought who was a lesbian when the band first started. I decided to listen to my ipod and by the time the car arrived the topic of conversation was a little less cringe-worthy. After about 26 hours of exhausting travel and mind-numbing conversation we finally arrived in Brooklyn, sat down to an epic American diner breakfast and then spent the rest of the day waiting for Oscar the Grouch to jump out of a trash can.</span></span>
</div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXu49d47ZUbAd5TP_BVb7zbWEAQuD7vU4_kJ7d9hEPegvQhRfJdnG8lwagbK6lKWR7XGtCU7Ng-ksCB1mFvVG5481eAamY1Vp4mjiJ-YOyjuNdmHluS1JG4JQmX6cahIKEu3u4keJTGqsZ/s1600-h/IMG_3484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 384px; display: block; height: 288px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851445583750418" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXu49d47ZUbAd5TP_BVb7zbWEAQuD7vU4_kJ7d9hEPegvQhRfJdnG8lwagbK6lKWR7XGtCU7Ng-ksCB1mFvVG5481eAamY1Vp4mjiJ-YOyjuNdmHluS1JG4JQmX6cahIKEu3u4keJTGqsZ/s400/IMG_3484.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Welcome to NY...</span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">That night we played our first show in New York at the Bell House. Our first show overseas in fact, supporting our good friends and fellow Australians The Drones. Our set was a somewhat underwhelming 40 minutes for such a milestone in the life of Bridezilla. The whole thing was a bit of a train wreck and I'm just thankful no one tripped over or fell asleep on stage.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">If The Drones were tired they certainly didn't show it. Gareth informed the audience that he had bronchitis and yet I've hardly seen a man perform with more fervor and energy. I've also never seen a man spit so much - the audience didn't seem phased by the potential health risk.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Post-show Holiday and I invested in some quality photo booth-ing and then caught a cab home to our favorite mother figure Monica's where we drank hot cocoa and watched Glee. The rest of the band and Neil stayed in a hotel in a "ghetto", according to a disgruntled Daisy.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning bright and early we headed to Baeble music to play a mini acoustic set. The songs were followed by an awkward interview in which we revealed way to much about our stupid selves. Daisy told the interviewer that we'd all "rooted" each other ("root" being Daisy's favorite word). They obviously didn't think it was news worthy and edited it out. After the interview Millie and I had a minor tiff on the footpath with our manager Neil interjecting "just because you're in New York doesn't mean you need to yell in the street!". Sulking, we went our separate ways to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city that never sleeps.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the few hours we had left before sound-check for the evening's show Josh, Holiday, Daisy and I wandered around the streets of China Town and Little Italy. Daisy bought a NY Yankees hat which she wasn't too embarrassed to wear and Josh got his picture taken beside some crude street graffiti.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">We arrived at our venue for the night, The Annex, sometime around 6. It was a dive bar with a stage the size of my double bed. Apparently it was being transformed into a sports bar the next week and this was why, the in-house sound guy informed us, no one would invest in a sound system that worked properly. Our show was looking promising.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In the end it wasn't as bad the various pre-show hurdles may have suggested. Someone from one of our favorite record labels came to watch and we all quivered like school girls awaiting test results. Eeeek!</span></span>
</div><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIEm1DXjUyS6OLVvUG2AOi6JrVsNbTXkvViJJhBRxvnVEbhpvuYghLjefx5rvYF8TLca21OtanCpZ959ySVl2TYuDicmV2ejMvZQPVkHQVFXn0-EoXD4wlSZDzsAWz_FeGTpu86TmZ8_f/s1600-h/IMG_3602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387861321175215410" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIEm1DXjUyS6OLVvUG2AOi6JrVsNbTXkvViJJhBRxvnVEbhpvuYghLjefx5rvYF8TLca21OtanCpZ959ySVl2TYuDicmV2ejMvZQPVkHQVFXn0-EoXD4wlSZDzsAWz_FeGTpu86TmZ8_f/s400/IMG_3602.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Daisy's NBF</span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">PART 2: ATP.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning Holiday and I woke up more excited than ever. Today would be day 1 of ATP, the sole reason for our journey half way across the globe. The prospect of playing with some of my favorite bands ever was pretty much blowing my mind and I couldn't wait to get there. After a confused cab ride we tumbled out of the car at the correct destination just in time for our tour bus to Monticello. The trip was scenic and enjoyable and we ate some delicious bagels bought by our charming sound engineer Aaron.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Arriving at Kutsher's Country Club, home to ATP NY, was a like stepping into a 70s time warp. The pink and peach oasis that was the hotel and venue boasted lavish wallpaper, porridge roof, carpeted walls, chandeliers and grand pianos. I've never experienced anything like it. It was like a scene from a David Lynch film. In fact I wouldn't have been surprised if I were to bump into him there - just after arriving Holiday shared a lift with Jim Jarmusch, he was lost and she showed him to his room.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After checking out our rooms I headed downstairs to catch Dirty Three's set while Daisy took a seventeen hour nap. Holiday and I danced up the front to Suicide while Millie and Marty wimped out due to the ear-throbbingly/heart-poundingly loud drum machine. Alan Vega grabbed his crotch and sang 'Cheree' while Martin Rev bashed the keys with his fist while looking like synth punk's answer to the Terminator. Incredible! After Panda Bear jet-lag regrettably got the best of me and I went to sleep missing out on The Jesus Lizard and David Yow's mock-jerking on-stage antics.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning we awoke and ventured down to the catering for breakfast. The food was distasteful and Millie accidentally picked up one of the middle-aged waiters - "we were just talking about orange juice and before I knew it he was asking me on a date!". I ate my breakfast across from Alan Vega. Seeing him eat scrambled eggs with his wife and son seemed a little incongruous with my images of his pelvic thrusting the night before. All the while Martin Rev dined at a table by himself. In fact he spent the whole weekend wandering around the hotel on his own in his track pants.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">By 12 o'clock we walked down to our stage for another sound-check. I had some stern words with the lighting guy about our vehement objection to green lights on stage and we then proceeded to engage in a technical discussion about the various shades of green. I got lost some where between viridian and chartreuse. He was very friendly and indulged our little quirk assuring me that there would be "no green"...maybe only a "hint of teal". I gave up.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I think the show was good, it's hard to know. Either way I witnessed more head-nodding than I've seen at all our collective shows in Australia. I saw Daisy do out her acclaimed violin-playing back bend mid-set and this is always a good sign. I couldn't really see what Holiday was doing but she seemed to be having fun. Millie was super cool as usual. She always has new dance moves up her sleeve and this time I found my concentration waning as she whipped out her most recent invention "the squat and bum-wiggle" (as Daisy christened it). Josh was wearing a proper suit for the first time. He looked dashing! It's certainly a big improvement on the sneakers, pink tights and purple grandma shoulder padded skirt suit he once sported...not to mention the infamous "poo suit". He played well too.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPLm5XSBA4yw8tb6oh2h7OSrgDKP5gZJ1KzPG3ueunu0OkYhms35cJzdh3YvyE-B1VeBpUCdE6OSU9mUlTzVcrtRrhEpDKZIMHg8OOYuBCwWlgBoeOq5KY6LDyyq0tv8ScO7RfHAQ41p0/s1600-h/IMG_3685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387872218593291106" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPLm5XSBA4yw8tb6oh2h7OSrgDKP5gZJ1KzPG3ueunu0OkYhms35cJzdh3YvyE-B1VeBpUCdE6OSU9mUlTzVcrtRrhEpDKZIMHg8OOYuBCwWlgBoeOq5KY6LDyyq0tv8ScO7RfHAQ41p0/s400/IMG_3685.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">After a whirlwind set I walked off stage feeling a little disillusioned that all our thoughts and hopes over the previous 6 months had been channeled on the last 45 minutes of our lives that we had just lived...and that it was now all over. Feeling a little numb and lost for words I went back stage to our pink and carpeted parlor and melted into a chair. When our grumpy Scottish manager Neil walked in with a relatively decent sized grin on his face I knew we'd done well.</span></span>
<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_oS3L0XORD9f-2XQ0hAZprpCXiLEKU54sJLCEvnfojPh0EkH8kSyG_slVFw9lnZBy0B-NjlGLc1sUGp31KafEBCoCo7P6QQcK0JXgWtbQmogowGtdnYJanDVHdL2ro3FvS3EyrIN9l4g/s1600-h/IMG_3683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387872211541765666" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_oS3L0XORD9f-2XQ0hAZprpCXiLEKU54sJLCEvnfojPh0EkH8kSyG_slVFw9lnZBy0B-NjlGLc1sUGp31KafEBCoCo7P6QQcK0JXgWtbQmogowGtdnYJanDVHdL2ro3FvS3EyrIN9l4g/s400/IMG_3683.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">For the remainder of the day I sold merch with Holiday, wandered around by myself making friends, ate an 'Asian-inspired hot dog' because it was the best thing on offer, met Bradford Cox and got really nervous when I realized I was standing in a lift alone with Animal Collective. The best part of my day was probably dancing to tunes by Kutsher's elderly and resident casio keyboardist 'Frankie'. The lobby was near empty when Frankie turned to Holiday, Daisy and I questioning "Have you ever been to Rio?". "No," we timidly responded - "Well I'll take you there!"....We spent the next 5 minutes grooving on the empty dance floor to the best rendition of 'I go to Rio' I'll ever hear. After packing up Frankie kissed my hand and gracefully exited the premises.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, and we all (except Daisy who was asleep...again) have a million different stories about the various antics of the evening. After Deerhunter and Animal Collective Holiday and I played tambourine while Bradford Cox jammed on the grand piano near our hotel room. He had a hard time fighting off an over-enthusiastic punter who insisted on playing Broadway musical style renditions of Gorillaz 'Sunshine in a Bag'. Millie and I had a water fight and then danced in the bar, the other bar, the lobby and then by the lake in between frequenting our hotel room which by this stage had transformed into a party destination for Dead Meadow and our friends from Sydney. I left after almost coughing up a lung due to all the passive chain-smoking I was doing and tried to find Holiday to no avail. For someone with a reasonably conservative reputation I was surprised to hear the next morning that she had been busy rubbing David Yow's pot-belie, doing daggy dance-moves alone in the bar with Martin Rev at 4am, accidentally hitting members of Animal Collective in the face and crowd surfing hotel room parties. I got a little worried that night when we couldn't find Josh and then got even more worried when I heard a rumor circulating that "the drummer from Bridezilla had been arrested." I bumped into him the next afternoon in the lobby. He had ended up in the wrong hotel so decided to sleep there anyway...and no, he hadn't been arrested...?</span></span>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The next morning, sleepy and spent from the previous night's escapades, Daisy Millie and I wandered downstairs to purchase some bagels from the Kutsher's gift store. While negotiating the difficulties of spreading creme cheese from a tube we met the artist Gary Baseman while on his morning jog around the hotel grounds. He drew Daisy and I our very own pictures...</span></span>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Over the course of the next few hours I supposedly walked in on Daisy and Marty while they were 'being intimate' (although I have no memory of this), bought an ATP shirt because it had our name on it...this was a little embarrassing, watched Caribou and their 3 drummers and regretted not watching Boredoms and their 9 drummers. Daisy and Millie took lots of jumping photos by the lake with Antipop Consortium's manager before Daisy unsurprisingly went to sleep just as The Flaming Lips started. Holiday walked in on Daisy with her pants down and Josh took a note from Daisy's book and had a 17 hour nap.</span></span>
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<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Flaming Lips were entertaining but most of my concentration was taken up by the new laser someone had just given me. I think the same can be said for the other couple of hundred people in the crowd with lasers. I usually really like The Flaming Lips but it's probably not a great sign if someone is having more fun shining a laser on your ass than listening to your music.</span></span>
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<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >After the show we played a few games of pool and air hockey. Neil's vicious side came out, I've never seen someone hit a hockey puck with such vigor...Holiday lost about 10 to 0. Millie and I danced in the lobby for a while with Sleepy Sun and then ventured into the bar for some more dancing with Holiday. Finally Neil dragged us off the dance floor and up to our rooms for some much needed rest sometime around 4. We complained the whole way like children wanting to stay longer at a birthday party. I feel pretty sorry for Neil having to manage us sometimes.</span>
<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >And that was that. ATP was over. (Written by Pia)
</span></div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-82491004447531335842009-09-27T19:03:00.004+10:002010-07-10T00:15:14.912+10:00Blow Me Away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrP1u-juX6eRz1DbJfOwDbJTm6dWR6Cn8AHk4u2vufimczQsRAtQKX9K8emhSrZWCzZZUkWZbUCno60PKivE6PyFM34oVaTH85kEK_BGbJjfh02hGmxtMZ8z0TMwu0wFVWbA5PFaOKxwQ1/s1600-h/IMG_4117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrP1u-juX6eRz1DbJfOwDbJTm6dWR6Cn8AHk4u2vufimczQsRAtQKX9K8emhSrZWCzZZUkWZbUCno60PKivE6PyFM34oVaTH85kEK_BGbJjfh02hGmxtMZ8z0TMwu0wFVWbA5PFaOKxwQ1/s400/IMG_4117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386104614418440082" border="0" /></a>
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<span style="font-family:arial;">Garden Party at Government House.
</span>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-63619583221267972892009-09-07T13:34:00.008+10:002010-07-10T00:50:08.179+10:00The Final ShowWell, what can we say, it has been a friendly tour of epic musical feats, and Victoria was to see the last of it. I shared my love for Seekae by singing the "oohs" on <a href="http://www.myspace.com/seekaemusic">Void</a> up on the big stage, after taking a massive stack down the stage ramp in tap shoes. Embarassing and painful. Hopefully the show sounded better than it felt; I ended up played tambourine in the middle of an empty dance floor for about 5 minutes. It was an emotional night too, saying our farewells and fitting five of us into 1 single and 1 double bed <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thescare">The Scare</a> left to us for the night. Once again, my luck failed me, and I got the short end of the stick, and slept on the bed <span style="font-style: italic;">base</span> of the single. Alas, my back aches like never before. Everything up until this point was fairly peachy. I bought an absolutely priceless ticket to the Salvador Dali exhibition at the NGV, saw footage from the Spellbound dream squence, Destino (Dali Vs Disney), the Bacchanale Ballet, and the Royal Heart. The drawings and paintings were mindblowing, and I don't say this lightly. Completely and utterly inspired. I then headed down to the Theatre, bought a choc-top, and sat in The Dress Circle to watch Tex Perkins play Johnny Cash in a sold out 'Man In Black'.
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I am not too sure what the girls and young joshua got up to, but Im certain it included some jumping...
(written by Holiday)
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</div><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Here we are back home from the first leg of the Decoder Ring/Bridezilla/Seekae tour. It was short and sweet – Byron one night, Gold Coast the next and last but not least Brisbane. This Friday the 28</span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">th</span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> we serenade our hometown Sydney at the Metro… see you there!</span></span></span>
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<span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The tour got off to a good start. We arrived in style at Coolangatta airport sometime in the afternoon and made our way to our luxurious accommodation at the ‘Dolphins Motel’. With a few hours to kill before sound-check we threw all caution to the wind, stripped down and skinny-dipped on the shores of Byron Bay at sunset. It was picture perfect. So picture perfect that we discovered our pictures were infact being taken by some anonymous voyeurs. With clothes back on it was time to rock n roll for the locals at the Great Northern. Not many people turned up… but it was fun anyway. I made friends with the only two people who seemed to be enjoying the show – Robyn and Stanley. They danced alone on the empty floor like the last drunken guests at a wedding and yelled praise throughout our entire set. It was great. We watched Seekae and Decoder Ring (they were both super good!), hung around a bit and finally crashed at our motel. But not before watching The Heartbreak Kid, a wise choice from the motel’s DVD collection yet possibly one of the stupidest movies to be released of late. However we did learn some useful skills…like how to urinate on someone’s back when a jellyfish has stung them. This part of the movie was particularly disturbing. We watched it on repeat a few times and went to sleep with images of pierced genitals and body excrement on Mexican beaches…charming.</span></span></span></span>
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzE8AY4-r2Z7fQj0ZVRq_lopZeaV4TkS8zLihWawU8NGHZJEIg4YNvz9zSBxVT9pPPYwP1G-cXrDjMM8OPtLSRVhcKYmJ4lNMfbd_SeecnoJ_ZthpIBMwpZu-q_Ih-mmIZpzSV7MPl6fS/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 411px; display: block; height: 285px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374172442391340434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzE8AY4-r2Z7fQj0ZVRq_lopZeaV4TkS8zLihWawU8NGHZJEIg4YNvz9zSBxVT9pPPYwP1G-cXrDjMM8OPtLSRVhcKYmJ4lNMfbd_SeecnoJ_ZthpIBMwpZu-q_Ih-mmIZpzSV7MPl6fS/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></span></span>
<span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The next morning after a night in a room with a band member experiencing severe flatulence I was pretty ready to checkout and move on. A few hours into the day, some gas busters later and Bridezilla were eating a breakfast fit for kings at our old friend Murray’s country hideaway in Ballina. Murray took us to a waterfall. After much deliberation we took the plunge and jumped in. It was freezing. But oh so nice. Driving back to Murray’s we passed Olivia Newtown John’s Spanish Villa. We stopped in for tea but she wasn’t home. By the time we arrived Murray’s lovely wife Jonesi had made us an amazing vegetarian lasagne, we scoffed it down and with many thanks and goodbyes pilled back into our Tarago and hit the highway…destination…the Gold Coast!!! Our tour manager, Scare guitarist and Queenslander local Brock informed us that the Gold Coast was a town of tits and turps and advised that we drive on straight to the evening’s venue.</span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: normal;font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">In perfect time, right on 6 o’clock, we arrived at The Currumbin RSL! Daisy and I, ignorant to the traditions of the Returned and Services League, managed to get told off for our untimely entrance mid-way through the evenings reverent playing of the Last Post. With shame in our wake we headed upstairs and got to work eating most of Decoder Ring's cheese platter. Full of cheese, pizza and pink lemonade we played an agreeable show. Like the previous night the audience was modestly sized and at times I found myself feeling a little like the entertainment at a cheesy school formal. During the set Holiday told the audience about our towel-less shower across the road in the Currumbin clubhouse, Daisy mysteriously disappeared off stage for a while, Millie played a roaring solo in St Francine while my guitar kept cutting out and Josh was all smiles as usual. After the show John from Seekae told me his dad had commented on our "Steely Dan influences" – I was reasonably perplexed, pretty chuffed and a little concerned all at the same time. Tired and a bit confused by our experience at the Currumbin RSL we drove back and stayed the night in the basement of a Queenslander. I got hit in the eye with a bouncy ball in the middle of the night. Brock said it was an accident.</span></span> </span></span>
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<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="line-height: normal;font-size:85%;" ><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The next morning we all awoke with blocked noses, had some more towel-less showers and yet another royal breakfast cooked by Holiday’s godfather. Back on the road again we found ourselves in Brisbane. Daisy bought four porcelain mice and Millie stuffed a dried cane toad in a glass jar for her friend back home. We checked in to our "quality 3 star" hotel and then had dinner at a Japanese restaurant taking the phrase 'sushi train' at its word. We spent an anxious meal waiting for the proportionately small mock train pilled with sushi to come past us. Needless to say the sushi was unsurprisingly average. Back at ‘The Zoo’ it was time to watch the excellent Seekae. There were a fair few more people at the show in Brisbane but we were still the only ones to dance up the front.</span></span> </p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.35em;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);" class="Apple-style-span"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 403px; display: block; height: 304px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374177221367380866" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6i-oa5rV1t_-I9FC2pjDoNKun1mcfG-Ovq_zGIAHBd8gJnlW3dDCfPhn9Bqu2PrmbTFqW6I3ddufMhSc1cIrOn1BSC6P35xYhkkgxBMMov_no0lipYqH4N-nR3lFRkAiJj1gYNY-ETzGf/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">We played our set next, danced a little more than usual with Holiday heading into the audience for some tambourine playing at one point. Post-show Millie, Josh and I versed Seekae in a handball tournament. Bridezilla were the unarguable losers. If by some twist of fate Seekae fail as musicians they certainly have a promising career in handball ahead. Decoder Ring was particularly entertaining this last night. This might’ve had something to do with the two guys directly in front of me…one playing air guitar and the other air drums throughout the entire set like the 7th members of the band. We hung around a little after the show, Daisy met up with her first boyfriend from Townsville while George from Seekae informed me with his stress-metre card that I was highly-strung. I’m not sure how accurate it was considering Daisy and Millie got ‘calm’ but either way we decided it was time to go home for some much needed sleep. After 4 hours of sweet dreams we drove to the airport for our flight back to Sydney. On touch down…Millie and I headed straight home, Daisy Josh and Holiday made a pit stop to the fish markets while Brock spent the day mini-rabbit shopping with his girlfriend. A perfect end to a perfect tour.</span></span> </div><div align="center">photo courtsesy of John Hassell</div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 396px; display: block; height: 295px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374460440975986914" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoZJPAREa4ameEZ-3VjG3HusSmi8G4BfRqkWwkqy2EmtObUg653ZMwH2Hup6n0zMQT__P5wLp1vcz5mfpg4oWAqoiki9Li3jy8rlpbiaVbimZ-wQPhLaLlwK3HVDBoBGVzWEIRgLusDBk/s400/seekae+handball.jpg" border="0" /></span></span>
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</div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-58907622540708905812009-07-27T15:12:00.021+10:002010-04-29T21:11:37.933+10:00Splendour In The Ass<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">W</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">e all woke in the dark at 5am to catch our flight. While waiting for the this flight to board... Holiday ate a hash brown, Pia and I ate 2 and Josh ate a Subway. We arrived at Gold Coast feeling pretty shit. It was only 8:30AM and I was in Queensland. I was not happy. Things got momentarily better when we realised our manager Neil had booked a 8 seater van! Not a piss-ant midget car! We wouldn't have to hold our instruments on our laps for an hour! But things went for the worst 5 mins into this luxurious van ride... Someone who I may not mention FORGOT the fucking Splendour Pass for our too-hot-too-touch van, our sound guy t-dogs and a pass for herself. I didn't say anything at the time but my head nearly exploded from the stress this caused.</span>
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W</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">e ''rocked up'' to the festival.. usually you feel really cool driving past all the motherfucker punters waiting in line and staring at your artist van. Well we rocked up at splendour at 9:30. No one was even fucking there. I swear they were still setting up our stage. There was no food even! Pia felt this the most. She is the hungriest person I've ever met. I think she was actually shaking when she realised there wasn't even a weiner to eat.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> I will tip my hat to splendour though- they got new passes for us within an hour! Supposedly they had to laminate them by hand??...</span>
<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">t was 1pm - Holiday and I were about to do our JTV and Fastlouder interviews.... Pia had found food (an american hamburger to be exact for 6 dollars, she said it was shit), Millie was still trying to get her ''boyfriend'' into the festival, Josh was wasted, Holiday just found out her cough medicine could potentially have a laxative effect and I was pissed off cause I had mud on my shoes and was still trying to find the GRASS at "Splendour in the GRASS".
W</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">e played our 45 min set. I don't really want to type or think about it. I'm still confused. I'm as confused as everyone is about flaming lips coming out of a vagina on stage. For the rest of the 2 hrs at Splendour we </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">were graced with the usual Backstage goers that shouldnt ever be let backstage but think they are really cool for being backstage</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">. Millie yelled at Pia and then said sorry</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">. Josh hid the alcohol because ''a fairy'' was stealing it. I still haven't pin-pointed what mental issue he has yet. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I dont know what Holiday did actually. I think she was talking on the phone. That sounds about right.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> I was walking around aimlessly wondering why everyone was wearing Raybans.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">We left Millie and Josh behind. They decided the festival would be the better option. Fair enough. Holiday, Pia, T-dogs and I drove back to the airport in the van. Got a crispy chicken burger and boarded the plane back to Sydney, Pia was still hungry...</span>
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyway I've been thinking for the past 3 days, if Bridezilla were the Sex in the City girls, who would be who? I think I've got it. Pia is Charlotte, a little conservative and hopeful. Millie is Miranda, quirky (yep I said it, don't you fucking hate that word!) and wears weird clothes. Holiday is SJP, I don't really know why, <span class="Apple-style-span">she just is and I'm Samantha, outspoken and rude? And since I'm only 2 seasons deep, Josh is Mr. Big. </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">(Written by Daisy)</span></div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-12164077019328189882009-06-19T15:36:00.010+10:002010-07-10T00:59:38.717+10:00Mixing Album #1<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Card of condolence given to Kramer for producing the record.</span>
<span style="font-size:85%;">And a toy rat to remind him of the real rat that he claims attacked him in the night. A cat we saw with a mouse in it's mouth. Serious business, Daisy sucks mic, Pia gets all pashmina on us, and higgeldy piggledy mugs of mixing. Its sounding good folks. 14 tracks for your listening pleasure. Now to mastering.</span>
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<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">We are nearly there. We are happy. Our big dog Bear is here.</div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-77997020752463072822009-06-17T16:22:00.000+10:002010-07-10T00:43:52.876+10:00The Roof Is On Fire<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyuenQ1Y1RCbm0R6L5Nt6BrVlII04zsOlRoN2Xf9PNDbLd_9VqA09-cdsrzFN21CszZ64hinEHzLeD89EL2hA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-50339464601118442062009-05-21T18:15:00.000+10:002010-07-10T00:42:28.186+10:00DAY ONE RECORDING<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwDYM-kvx7KrG0SmEsgvFvkcUkSnJlhT55AyRr3GZnhK2gQ4oDS6cGbiHWT3AtFurET0EMN8m2adIcWnnmlXA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-42778743985321957632009-05-20T20:50:00.000+10:002010-07-10T00:41:59.039+10:00DAY TWO RECORDING<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdx7tn4bmH4GSAQIebSqvw3ScpxK4E-o0D8_YN7ciatncTFnLQkRNQY3m743qHwkMJsJhsCoJZrXsjmKYUJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4134925232879241204.post-58528413292880206722009-05-19T13:11:00.000+10:002010-07-10T00:41:14.867+10:00DAY THREE RECORDING<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxX4uqgEhinWfM0TxwWm5SEb6yStp-aeQXBsA6P7j5iTCuLkvp1WsrBmVryaX-NlsvGPfpppdQNkotvueg1KA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>BRIDEZILLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15033445054139892193noreply@blogger.com0