Sunday, June 25, 2006
Ho-kay, my lovelies. Welcome to the part of the show where the token female introduces her royal self. (As shown in the picture - that's me with Bill Haley. Many scholars of popular music pinpoint that moment as the birth of the so-called "groupie".)
Hello, my names are Cait and Her Majesty respectively, and we will alternate arbitrarily between alter egos as we see fit until the joke wears thin enough to date Pete Doherty....aaand that's our quota of what-a-waster quips for the year. Moving on.
As I (like my probably not-so-distant relation the Baron, among others) am currently facing a menacing few days of solid examinating, I shall be lulling you into a false sense of security by making this a relatively short post. (I plan to ambush you with the full extent of my mad rambling skills at a later date. You won't know when. You will, obviously, know where, but not when.) Right now, I shall merely provide you with a few tops Aussie mp3s that, between the titles and the sounds, ought to give you a taste of what I'm about.
/end self-rant (for now...)
The Grates - Lies Are Much More Fun (than telling your lecturers the real, alcohol-related reason your essays are two weeks late.)
The Sleepy Jackson - Miniskirt (and in winter, I can wear one with tights so children don't run screaming from the disturbing pallor of my stems!)
The Devastations - Sex & Mayhem (subtle, eh? In an unrelated matter, who's buying my drinks on Thursday night?)
I look forward to the abusive comments, the flying-undergarment-related injuries, the shameless self-promotion, the cigarette burns, the heartless exploitation of innocent young bassists, and all the accompanying blatant randomness.
Apologies for linking mp3s. I'm still finding my way around the clubhouse, so I have to make my sandwiches cavewoman style. (Roast mammoth with primordial sludge pesto, toasted on one of them fancy new 'fires'.)
Labels: The Devastations, The Grates, The Sleepy Jackson
6 Comments:
ah, you must be the one living it up in the big nashi pear. (i'm sorry, i'm a sydneysider, i don't deal with common fruit.) lucky sod. thanks for the warm welcome. i'm stoked to be in on it.
commented by 
cait (still queen), 3:42 pm
cait (still queen), 3:42 pm
Ah, Your Royal Blogness,
Welcome to our SPC diced fruit cocktail we call the sandwich club! Hopefully you will add yet another tasty flavor to our toppings.
See you soon.
Welcome to our SPC diced fruit cocktail we call the sandwich club! Hopefully you will add yet another tasty flavor to our toppings.
See you soon.
hurrah! my stalker has arrived.
oh and thanks for the unbelievably flattering pic in the sidebar. me at my dessicated best.
The Sandwich Club is good for my eyes and ears - pity I can't smell or touch you.
This is the best blog on the net!
Man I wish I was in Sydney to see your night go off (just think - all these creative minds putting on a partay... hmmm, almost worth flying down from Indiana... maybe I should sell the house)
Man I wish I was in Sydney to see your night go off (just think - all these creative minds putting on a partay... hmmm, almost worth flying down from Indiana... maybe I should sell the house)
