Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Yep, another great weekend has come and lodged itself firmly in the 'that was a good weekend' pile. It was Gibbo's birthday, so instead of celebrating the Sunday... we thought we would start on Friday and use that as the launch pad to reach Sunday. Friday went and saw FreQ Nasty (see previous post). Saturday was hangover, a quick tour around my old high school, beach and then out again on the town, Sunday was washing the car, lunch with my folks, golf, then dinner and beers out on the back veranda. The weather was fantastic and held up the whole weekend. I think beers out the back really capped it off. I remember a while ago posting that one of my favourite things about summer is sitting out the back of my house, listening to reggae and drinking beer with mates. Add a weekend of going out, surfing and playing golf and life is pretty good.
Electro is not music
I have just had my teeth ripped out. Even though I can't talk I can still think bad thoughts and prepare an assault on my current musical gripes: that's right, the crosshairs are being drawn on 'electro' and 'mashup'. This is not a new thing, I am not flipping out, it has been an ongoing dislike since mid last year. The breaks moon seems to have left our southern skies, only to be replaced by generic, bland electro and 'look at me I am zany' mashup scenes.
Last Friday I had the joy of seeing FreQ Nasty in action at the Chinese Laundry in Sydney. Now FreQ Nasty is a name that I have heard often over the years, could tell you that he was responsible for 'Boomin Back Atcha' but if you a) asked me to sing it or b) asked for more information I would be at a loss. Despite this his persona is legendary as someone that predates the 2001 era Plump DJs breaks phenomenon. They were right, he was great. In fact the entire evening was fantastic. I have been to the Chinese Laundry a bunch of times and have come to accept its standard quality music as normal. Thanks FreQ for once again proving what a good DJ can do.
To start with he was a nice guy. Cheerful, upbeat, gracious, seemed happy to be out making the night. Next up: he didn’t charge an extortionate amount for the cover, he played for the same amount that any other locals were payed. Third: great choice in music, something essential but somehow lacking in the Djs I have seen of late. While most DJ sets come across as the best of Gorillaz this one was everything from old skool Prodigy (no good, start the dance and voodoo people), to AC/DC (Thunderstruck), RATM (Killing in the name of), Mogwai (Freak), a touch of Drummatic’s (Feelin’ Kind a Strange), Bloc Party and (of course) – Gorillaz (Feel Good Inc). The difference was that the current set standards seemed like passing moments, as opposed to desperate attempts to keep the floor moving. So you get the point – the night was great.
Now to the argument I am putting forward – Electro is a terribly boring genre played by Djs attempting to dictate fashion rather than provide a good night out. Don’t get me wrong, I will happily listen to electro at home but by god: if I am out for a good night then it is simply a poor music choice. Djs must know this? It is their job, they do it several times a week. They must notice when they clear the floors with their poor selections. Saturday night also saw us out at a club (Gibbo’s birthday meant a big weekend). Now Saturday was an entirely different affair: killjoy music abounded. Think squelch, squelch, blip, filtered blip, drop the drums, bring em back in WOOT WOOT, yeah!! I guess there is not much you can do when you are working with poor source material. Gorillaz – Dare, Gorillaz - Dirty Harry, Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc made for lazy track selections. Add Mylo – Muscle car and Scenario Rocks - schitzo dancer to the mix and yeah… same.
Now onto Mashup. To put it simply Maddox once said: ‘just because you have an iPod doesn’t mean you are eclectic, it means you are lazy’. Same goes: I am not impressed if you play White Stripes and… wait for it… James Brown: WHOA – slow down DJ I can’t keep up with all your zany chopping and changing. Screw it I am not going to begin on Mashup – as a genre it is a novelty, fun but lacks the consistency needed if you are going to spend a decent length of time on the dance floor. The problem is that you can take it or leave it with each song. Every 2 minutes you have to make a fundamental decision as to whether you wish to keep going.
For the moment I am quite happy to settle for good old breaks. That’s my two cents. Bring back FreQ Nasty and the Plump Djs.
Last Friday I had the joy of seeing FreQ Nasty in action at the Chinese Laundry in Sydney. Now FreQ Nasty is a name that I have heard often over the years, could tell you that he was responsible for 'Boomin Back Atcha' but if you a) asked me to sing it or b) asked for more information I would be at a loss. Despite this his persona is legendary as someone that predates the 2001 era Plump DJs breaks phenomenon. They were right, he was great. In fact the entire evening was fantastic. I have been to the Chinese Laundry a bunch of times and have come to accept its standard quality music as normal. Thanks FreQ for once again proving what a good DJ can do.
To start with he was a nice guy. Cheerful, upbeat, gracious, seemed happy to be out making the night. Next up: he didn’t charge an extortionate amount for the cover, he played for the same amount that any other locals were payed. Third: great choice in music, something essential but somehow lacking in the Djs I have seen of late. While most DJ sets come across as the best of Gorillaz this one was everything from old skool Prodigy (no good, start the dance and voodoo people), to AC/DC (Thunderstruck), RATM (Killing in the name of), Mogwai (Freak), a touch of Drummatic’s (Feelin’ Kind a Strange), Bloc Party and (of course) – Gorillaz (Feel Good Inc). The difference was that the current set standards seemed like passing moments, as opposed to desperate attempts to keep the floor moving. So you get the point – the night was great.
Now to the argument I am putting forward – Electro is a terribly boring genre played by Djs attempting to dictate fashion rather than provide a good night out. Don’t get me wrong, I will happily listen to electro at home but by god: if I am out for a good night then it is simply a poor music choice. Djs must know this? It is their job, they do it several times a week. They must notice when they clear the floors with their poor selections. Saturday night also saw us out at a club (Gibbo’s birthday meant a big weekend). Now Saturday was an entirely different affair: killjoy music abounded. Think squelch, squelch, blip, filtered blip, drop the drums, bring em back in WOOT WOOT, yeah!! I guess there is not much you can do when you are working with poor source material. Gorillaz – Dare, Gorillaz - Dirty Harry, Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc made for lazy track selections. Add Mylo – Muscle car and Scenario Rocks - schitzo dancer to the mix and yeah… same.
Now onto Mashup. To put it simply Maddox once said: ‘just because you have an iPod doesn’t mean you are eclectic, it means you are lazy’. Same goes: I am not impressed if you play White Stripes and… wait for it… James Brown: WHOA – slow down DJ I can’t keep up with all your zany chopping and changing. Screw it I am not going to begin on Mashup – as a genre it is a novelty, fun but lacks the consistency needed if you are going to spend a decent length of time on the dance floor. The problem is that you can take it or leave it with each song. Every 2 minutes you have to make a fundamental decision as to whether you wish to keep going.
For the moment I am quite happy to settle for good old breaks. That’s my two cents. Bring back FreQ Nasty and the Plump Djs.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Golf in Terrey Hills
Golf masters in action. Brendan, Mel, Gibbo, me. We took on 18 holes of 38-88 metres in length. A true challenge. Granted, for most of us it was the first time we had swung a club, so we were quite happy to bring it home in style. On a more humorous note: our opposition were drunk after the 5th hole and failed to make it past the 12th.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Alcomohol
After the drinking season that was Christmas, New Years, January Conference and Post Conference (read: December 22nd through to January 22nd)... and after visiting Cairo and not having a single drink (not even on the plane!!!), I thought I would see howl ong I could go in Australia without having a drink. I was well on track... I lasted a whole 27 hours. A champion effort. For the record I still haven't had a single beer...
The Pyramids
This is one of the pyramids, not the largest, but I like the photo because of the muted sun hanging over the apex.
Sun setting over Cairo
This was the view from the plane as I descended into Cairo, I had just flown over the Persian Gulf, the Arabian desert and now I was looking at the Nile. So many new things in such a short period of time
Mohammad and I
This is a fellow I met in Coptic Cairo. He was yet another example of the hospitable nature of the people I met. We didn't speak the same language but kept running into each other at different points around town. He was a super chilled policeman/security guard. It's weird how friendship can cross the language barrier.
Juice stand
Fresh juice is an awesomesly powerful Egypt experience. That night I had crushed sugar cane, served in a plastic bag with a straw. it was amazingly fresh. i drank crushed sugar cane for the next 24 hours.
So... How was your week?
Someone asked me last night: so... how was your week? I replied that my week was a pretty good one as i had had the opportunity to visit Cairo, Egypt. A simple little statement isn't it? Yep, this is the life we're living: 'Mum, just off to Cairo for the week'. To this day I still find it hard to believe I hoped on a plane for this odd four day visit.
Right now I am sitting in my room, feet up on the desk, typing on Kyle's Powerbook, listening to the roaring Irish folk punk. Nothing beats the Pogues for Saturday morning wakeup.
Egypt aye? After a 32 hour journey, including a couple of hours in Singapore and another 6 or 7 in Kingdom of Bahrain's International Airport (note the irony... where exactly have they hidden the domestic airport?), I arrived and was met by my new team at the airport. Meeting these guys and being in Cairo was a bit of a rollercoaster of emotion. On one hand it added dimension and shape to my coming year in Qatar, on the other it signalled an end to all I know to be my current life. My family, Kyle, my friends, my house, my pets, my team, my pubs and hangouts would all be placed on hold for a year. I was nervous and excited, tired and curious, so much to learn.
My new team are great, a range of personalities, coming from five different continents and five very different roles in AIESEC. After a couple of days work we had pulled together what I would consider to be a powerful powerful plan, clear roles, other team building systems and gained an understanding as to what it will be like working with each other in the coming year.
Cairo: how I love thee. The city felt alive, it was a throbbing, energy filled place with sites and sounds to be had at every corner. It was dusty, dry and loud, but man did it have character. My two days did no justice to this magical place however in that short period of time I was able to: see Iran, fly across the Arabian desert, see the sun set over the Nile, eat amazing spices and food, drink new unheard of beverages, visit the pyramids (of course!), ride the minibuses and taxis, effectively learn a couple of Arabic words, visit mosques, visit Christian churches, have random and engaging cross language conversations with strangers (they spoke Arabic i spoke English), visit the souq, sit in an old-schoolee shisha cafe smoking it up with Egyptian friends, eat kebabs, drink sugar cane, bargain and barter at the markets and engage in high brow literary conversations at a local sheesha cafe.
One of my favourite aspects of Cairo was the call to prayer. It sounded haunting, foreign, magical and encouraging. i can only imagine what it is to live your life spurred on by a reminder of what you have and the challenge of: how are you going to use your next five hours to do your best to achieve. Thanks to the help of the guys around me I came to understand a lot more about Islam. That sounds kind of weird but from where i sit here in Australia it is difficult to imagine the degree to which the religion is integrated into day to day life. I am impressed and curious. As I mentioned, being in Cairo gave me a better picture as to what life in Qatar could be like (albeit a lot smaller and more traditional). It was an essential step in preparing for the year to come.
Jen and Chris: thanks for providing this awesome experience. This visit to Cairo has given a lot more context to what we are about to do and was an important preperation step for my role in the team. Cheers guys.
Right now I am sitting in my room, feet up on the desk, typing on Kyle's Powerbook, listening to the roaring Irish folk punk. Nothing beats the Pogues for Saturday morning wakeup.
Egypt aye? After a 32 hour journey, including a couple of hours in Singapore and another 6 or 7 in Kingdom of Bahrain's International Airport (note the irony... where exactly have they hidden the domestic airport?), I arrived and was met by my new team at the airport. Meeting these guys and being in Cairo was a bit of a rollercoaster of emotion. On one hand it added dimension and shape to my coming year in Qatar, on the other it signalled an end to all I know to be my current life. My family, Kyle, my friends, my house, my pets, my team, my pubs and hangouts would all be placed on hold for a year. I was nervous and excited, tired and curious, so much to learn.
My new team are great, a range of personalities, coming from five different continents and five very different roles in AIESEC. After a couple of days work we had pulled together what I would consider to be a powerful powerful plan, clear roles, other team building systems and gained an understanding as to what it will be like working with each other in the coming year.
Cairo: how I love thee. The city felt alive, it was a throbbing, energy filled place with sites and sounds to be had at every corner. It was dusty, dry and loud, but man did it have character. My two days did no justice to this magical place however in that short period of time I was able to: see Iran, fly across the Arabian desert, see the sun set over the Nile, eat amazing spices and food, drink new unheard of beverages, visit the pyramids (of course!), ride the minibuses and taxis, effectively learn a couple of Arabic words, visit mosques, visit Christian churches, have random and engaging cross language conversations with strangers (they spoke Arabic i spoke English), visit the souq, sit in an old-schoolee shisha cafe smoking it up with Egyptian friends, eat kebabs, drink sugar cane, bargain and barter at the markets and engage in high brow literary conversations at a local sheesha cafe.
One of my favourite aspects of Cairo was the call to prayer. It sounded haunting, foreign, magical and encouraging. i can only imagine what it is to live your life spurred on by a reminder of what you have and the challenge of: how are you going to use your next five hours to do your best to achieve. Thanks to the help of the guys around me I came to understand a lot more about Islam. That sounds kind of weird but from where i sit here in Australia it is difficult to imagine the degree to which the religion is integrated into day to day life. I am impressed and curious. As I mentioned, being in Cairo gave me a better picture as to what life in Qatar could be like (albeit a lot smaller and more traditional). It was an essential step in preparing for the year to come.
Jen and Chris: thanks for providing this awesome experience. This visit to Cairo has given a lot more context to what we are about to do and was an important preperation step for my role in the team. Cheers guys.






