How can a blog exist if nobody's there to read it?

Lately I've been faced with the existential riddle of whether or not I actually have an audience. It boggles the mind (or bloggles the mind if you'd prefer!) that maybe I'm investing all this time and typing for nothing. One wonders if it's better to write and never be read than to not write at all, but at the end of the day you can't help but feel a little foolish... Fear not, my ceaseless ramblings will not go on forever (to all you jaded anti-bloggists out there) but for the time being I'm quite happy to continue my unabridged expose of all the things I see fit to report on. It's almost like keeping a diary but I don't have to worry about anyone reading it! Ahhh, there's nothing like a bit of self-effacing humour on a Friday morning...

And another!!

Bah! I just remembered Field Day! I was sooooo psyched for Kenobi and then like 15 minuted into his set I spotted my ex boyfriend dancing with all of MY friends (he some how got them in the divorce)and it pissed me off so much that it ruined the entire experience and I had to walk on. And then my bag got lost but I found it again.

And another thing!

I just had to add that Kenobi played a Smirnoff Ice InTheMix thing at Space a while back and I missed THAT too! From now on nothing will stand in my way. Where there is Kenobi there will be me!

Our father who art in heaven, Kenobi be thy name... 

Idle idol worship

Kid Kenobi is my god. Seriously, the man is of super-human quality. I worship every aspect of his talent. Yes I sound like a stalker, yes I sound like I have no life, but when I love something I love it wholeheartedly and I love Kenobi. I'm not a groupie, I don't want to bed him, I just admire him and think that he is a visionary, a veritable deity in the musical world that is my life. I chased his name from event to event for a whole year and up until last Friday I STILL hadn't seem him play. Quite the travesty. On four separate occasions I had the opportunity to bask in his breakbeat glory but something or someone stood in my way - observe:

WINTER BREAK:
Badly wanted (nay NEEDED) to go to this but couldn't due to a parent's return from OS on that particular evening. I don't think "Hi mum, welcome back - haven't seen you in a month but I'm off to get trashed now" would've gone down well.

MINISTRY BREAKS 04 LAUNCH @ KINK:
I planned this evening for like a month. This was my reason for living and I was prepared to camp out the front of Arthouse overnight just to ensure that I got in. When the day arrived I told everyone I was going by myself and meeting people there to avoid any fuck-arounds that would result in being late and not gaining entry. I was assured that nothing of the sort would happen. I sat in a tightly-wound ball of stress as the hours ticked on and I was somehow still waiting for my friends to declare themselves ready. We got into the city at 11:30 and it was full house. What a joke. I cracked the shits, caught the train home and sobbed hopelessly. I'm still mad at them for that. What pissed me off the most was that there were droves of snobby wankers who had no idea what was even on that night. I on the other hand could have listed every minute detail about the event up to the minute. Another missed opportunity.

'WOOF' @ YU:
It was the first night of this otherwise disappointing Friday feature. I blame the (then) boyfriend for this one - can't believe I didn't think of going by myself, guess I was less gutsy then.

SUMMER BREAK 04:
What can I say, other than Kenobi the line up sucked and I just couldn't justify it. I know, I know - that hardly illustrates my devotion but c'mon; it was Boxing Day and I was broke!

So there you go, I was a woman spurned. So many missed opportunities, so much disappointment. The Arthouse palava hit me the hardest, I still can't think of it without getting chronically down. But never mind because on Friday I finally was granted my life long wish and for two glorious bass-filled hours I basked in the light of the musical genius that is Jesse Desenberg. I would like to thank YU at this point for facilitating this magnificent moment in my life. Kenobi is out of this world I tell you now. I would love to wax lyrical in a professional and review-like manner but honestly, I am still too shell shocked to try and break it down (no pun intended) in a critical context. He needs no critical analysis, his work is glorious enough. Nothing could have improved the experience for me, I was front and centre the whole time rocking out to the best of my ability. Thinking back I still get goosebumps... What's more is I met him afterwards. The memory is so poignant that I think I'm going to cry. God bless Kid Kenobi.

Pop is not a dirty word 

Cut Copy

My musical inclination has always erred on the side of flippant. I will seldom devote myself entirely to one genre and even when I do I am always open to bring in new influences and pave the path to broadening my aural horizons. Of late I have been a bit of a breaks hound - the dirtier the better - but since becoming the Mylo fiend that I currently am, I have developed a bit of a taste for that synth-y electro/pop stuff that seems to be emerging out of the soundwaves. It's like all the lyrical melody driven aspects of the pop rock you're embarrassed to like set over electro-house framework.
I'd heard a lot of rave reviews about Cut Copy but had yet to seek out their tunes and make my own decisions. Since then I've heard a few tracks here and there and I have to say that these kids are on to something. There's a comforting familiarity about their mish-mash of melodic 80's nouveau-electro rock that combines solid bass with crunchy guitar riffs and wafting, breathy vocals. It envelops the listener like a crochet blanket of retro goodness. What I'm really liking about this brand of easy listening-electro if you will, is that it's not as obtrusive as some of your house or breaks tunes. It can get you in the mood to party and then nurse you through the aftermath. As one of my friends said of Mylo, "it's nice music". Nice but not too nice...
I've still only heard two Cut Copy songs (Future and Time Stands Still) but I'm definitely off to buy their album 'Bright Like Neon Love' as soon as I get paid (don't you love that I can start spending my money before I get it?).
I like that my musical tastes are developing as I age and that I have broadened my horizons to include genres that blend with the songs of my party-going ways, but won't bring on past pills and freak me out while I'm listing to them at work. Sometimes Finger Lickin' and Ministry are just too much for a weekday morning...
Happy listening children.

It's just one of those days. 

In-between days

Well it's back to work and back to reality for the rest of the week (luckily only two days). Did everyone have a good Australia Day? You'll have to excuse my less than vibrant description of the public-holiday spoils, I'm feeling decidedly out of sorts today. Overslept, was late to work, my skin's a mess and I smoked a whole pack of cigs last night *cough cough*.
For those wondering, the Freestylers concert was relatively good. It was all live which was a bit unexpected but they pulled it off. 'Punks' absolutely went off. Bit disappointed they didn't play 'Boom Blast' and was slightly erked about the fact that they were only on for an hour and a bit. But I guess they had to keep it to a minimum because it was live (and because Big Day Out was the next day). Stopped by YU after the show and for a change it was quite pleasing! Not too packed, great tunes etc. Apart from the two trashbag rich-girls lezzing off on the couch there was definitely a vibe going on. I guess it's just one of those things where you have a good night out and whatever but can't really focus on it enough to recall the details. It was fun and all but meh, you know... A night out's a night out.
Meanwhile I have $5.60 in my wallet and nothing in any of my three bank accounts. I just ate baked beans from Bi-Lo for lunch because they were only 40 cents. Classy. Note to self: must make fortnightly paycheck last longer than four days.

Mylo is god 

I know he loves me but...

My boyfriend has told me that if he doesn't marry me he's going to marry Mylo. Now that really says something about the calibre of his musical genius now doesn't it?! Mylo if you're out there - YOU ROCK! (but I might have to smack ya down for potentially stealing my man).

Where I come from we don't play around... 

Freestylers at the Metro

Hi kids! Hope it's all been happy camping since we last spoke... The hair was cut last night – I’m sporting chopping layers and a side fringe. Tres chic. As you can also see I have cracked the mystical image posting code. Let there be imagery I say!
Happy Australia Day eve everyone! I hope you've all got plans for shin-digs, clam-bakes and the like. Tonight I have the divine honour of attending the Freestylers concert at the Metro. I'm crazy excited I'll tell you now! These guys are phenomenal - they are pioneers of a new generation of auditory pleasures. Sadly they succumbed to the pressures of commercialism with the radio release of 'Push Up', but those of us with our fingers on the proverbial pulse of musical development can appreciate that it was a good tune before it was played to death on Nova and Today FM (ugh). Actually, that said, I hope they toughen up some of their tunes for the concert and bust out the dirty mixes because I'll be way spewin' if it turns out to be all namby panby and half-assed. Last time I was at the Metro was for Krafty Kuts - now THAT was entertainment. Definitely one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. That guy is god. God I say!!! The crowd was pushed to their ultimate level, and when you thought you were dancing as hard as you could and you thought life couldn't get any more blissful, he cut sick with something else and you're left standing there going "This is all I've got! I can't go any harder than this! Argh what do I do?!". It was funny how many people just stood there with bewildered looks on their faces for part of the show. It was a defining experience to say the least. So Freestylers better step up to the mark with this one (it's okay boys, I have faith!). They've got big shoes to fill in my eyes but I think it can be done. And I hope my party going mood isn't spoiled by the fact that I'm going with my ex-boyfriend and our mutual friends (we've all known each other since school but somehow, when we broke up, he got all my mates in the divorce. Bastard.) I'm with someone else now but there's always that awkward yearning when you see your ex again. No matter how great the current relationship is you kind of feel maudlin and mournful of what once was. Sometimes it's just hard to focus on the fact that you broke up for a reason and that even though they seem to have gotten really good looking all of a sudden you so should not go there. DON'T GO THERE GIRLFRIEND *insert hair flicking and head bopping movements* We'll see what happens… I'll keep you posted (haha, get it? Posted?) Until then my pretties!

Can we guess how this image is relevant kids?

And on the seventh day she posted...

Welcome readers of my humble first post. It was a quick and painless labour and I am now a very proud blog-parent. Oh isn't she cute... I'm not quite sure what I have to offer you folks out there just yet, as I was inspired to start this blog for purely selfish reasons. Do you ever get the desire to shout from a rooftop? Ever wanted to get up on a soap box and burn your bra? Well I sure as hell would never do either of those things (bras don't come cheap these days) but for some time I've had this thought in the back of my head that it would be nice to share some of my mad musings with people other than my immediate friends/family. Not only for the cathartic properties of having a good vent now and then but also because sometimes you cotton on to something and feel the whole world should know.
Example? I just bought the Mylo CD 'Destroy Rock & Roll'. It is hands down the best album I have ever heard (okay that's a lie, but for the emphasis the comment lends I'll stick to it). The man is a visionary. I feel like this album should become compulsory listening for all world leaders, religious entities, sports personalities and Hollywood celebrities (and others with influence over our poor minds). It is impossible to listen to this CD and feel anything but utter peace, elation, love, awe, contentment and appreciation. I'm no Mary Sunshine I'll tell you now but I can safely say I have now been shown a range of emotions I never thought existed. This music is incredible, and it really defines the difference between musicians who do what they do because they adore it with every ounce of their being and those who prance around in clothing originally intended to be Halloween costumes trying to pass off their substandard whiney trills/saucy panting/chants of "yo! yo! what!" as vocals. I know not everyone will find the musical stylings of Mylo as mind-expanding as I have (sans class A's thank you very much) but I just felt compelled to spread the gospel.
Back to basics eh? This is my blog, christened Pink Vinyl and Chrome (no references to chroming please, it is just plain stupid in my opinion). What else? My name is Sarah, I live in Sydney, I am 19, I work full time but I just got into Uni to do a Bachelor of Communications which I have deferred until next year. I have a cat and a boyfriend, I went to five different schools, and have moved house over 14 times in my life. Ask me "where are you from?" and I'll be hard pressed to give you a straight answer.
I love music of the breaks/electro/house/drum and base/hip-hop/and rock persuasions (I'm an eclectic girl). I love reading off-beat urban feminist magazines such as Bust and Frankie. I love English Breakfast tea, camping, Dodge Chargers, baking cakes and cookies, and the movie Amelie. Guilty pleasures include Marlboro Lights, ice cream, occasional JD and cokes, spending all of my pay check as soon as I get it, and an addiction to spending money at times when I am at my poorest. Example? I have $100 in my bank account yet somehow felt I needed to book a hair appointment at Toni and Guy this afternoon. What can I say? When your hair needs doing it needs doing. Even if it means living on $15 for a fortnight. Hello logic!
So follow me on the journey that is my crazy life. I'll show you things you might never have seen, I'll use words you'll be sure don't exist, I'll wax lyrical in a manner usually only adopted by drunken poets, and I'll even post some photos when I figure out how to... Until next time compadres...