Teenage Riot

Above are some pretty photos taken by a friend who I'm sure won't mind me sharing them with you here.

Last night was absolutely wonderful: my Dad took my Mum, my little sister and I to see Kate Miller-Heidke at Weller's in Kangaroo Ground as part of her regional Victoria tour. Kate Miller-Heidke is an Australian classical pop singer/songwriter and a ferociously inspirational artist and musician. Last night, accompanied by her deliciously deadpan husband/songwriter/guitarist Keir Nuttall and supported by The Boat People's James O'Brien, she was in flawless form. I was also very happy to obtain a set list from a very obliging, very friendly roadie friend which Kate herself signed for me. Yeeeeeeah!

I like this photo because it kind of encompasses her presence onstage; ethereal and absurd and intriguing and weird. Kate Miller-Heidke has such intricate control over every aspect of her voice, she can manipulate it to her every whim, producing sounds that could hardly even be considered plausible. I love her, because she is so absurd, but so completely in tune with her instrument: she possesses such musicality, such a pure, beautiful sound - but she shrieks, and screams, and her audience is just completely awestruck. It's close to overwhelming. I LOVE her.

I like the idea of having complete and utter control over your voice and I suppose that's why I've chosen to pursue a classical technique over a more contemporary. Producing sounds that make an audience look at each other in bewilderment and sometimes amusement is really something, don't you think?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything right now. I have two weeks left of my high school life, which is monumentally frightening and terribly exciting in almost equal measure. We are a very close, very small year level, and I think we're all going to feel it very much when the time comes and we really do have to leave and be grown-ups. Or at least try and be grown-ups. For now, we are being troublemakers and indulging in some last shenanigans while we can still get away with them. Below is a picture of my friend Mackenzie and I being hooligans. Bless.