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So it's been a while between good proper blog posts, and now that my internet has been restored to its lightening-fast former glory, and today has been declared a PUBLIC HOLIDAY by the office of me, I can provide with that hyper-coronary goodness that you must so desperately crave. 

Tomorrow is THE night, Nebraskatak's debut single launch at the John Curtin band room. As is the usual with anything in my life that is prefaced by a capital THE, my brain has gone into fast-forward, and my body is struggling along behind. I've been getting 1am-worthy tired at midday this week, and craving big, cheesy, fatty hamburgers (which usually means I'm low in something or nervous about everything). So today I walked into Coles and armed myself with orange juice, blueberries and the latest Cosmopolitan magazine in the hopes of remedying the tiredies with a hefty dosage of vitamin C and mindless but colourful junk. I've been alive long enough in this particular mind and body to know that I cope with nerves by getting amazingly tired; my body's weird way of saying 'we are doing NOTHING TODAY, stay at home where's it's safe and warm.' And I guess sometimes you actually have to listen. So right now I'm sitting on the couch thinking about watching Summer Heights High and maybe letting my dog inside for some company. 

Over 99 billion sold??? MMMMmmmmmm

Anyway, while this week HAS been a bit of a dizzy daze of band practice, tests, lectures on ancient Indian rhythmic techniques and airplane hijacking documentaries, I have retained some good things about the week - and in accordance to my new vow to be thankful for the things I have and am, I'll list some for you now...

I'm thankful for the things I get to listen to at uni and the things I have learnt even in this semester so far. It's hard, and I have to work hard to get it, but I will get it and even as my rhythm teacher looks me in the eye and says 'You have to WANT it!' I feel as though I can look him right back and say 'Well, I do!' Here are some things we've been listening to this week. 

And a couple of great artists we've been learning about this week...I've found myself getting a little skeptical of my lecturer for the class we looked at these in, but I suppose I'm always humbled every time he shows us something pretty cool (which is often)!

Martin Arnold, this is creepy but beautiful and kind of funny...and my God, Judy Garland, just oh!

Christian Marclay, cool guy, not much else to say...

Also I was talking to my friend about this short documentary that Gotye did, I seriously recommend watching it because he is so darling and so intelligent and well-spoken and cool and talented and it's just good.

I guess I'm just happy all this exists and that I can listen to it whenever I please. 

Velvet Lew, some uni cats and I are seeing a documentary tonight on Charles Bradley (Soul of America, alright!) and judging from the promo it will be all things classy class:

If you haven't heard him yet you better listen up and fly right:

Speaking of Lewis he's going on tour soon with the Cactus Cuties, so if by any chance you are reading this from outside the hippest confines of cotton-stockinged Melbz, perhaps Canbangers or Brisvegas, hit 'em up.+

That's about enough outta me. I'll catch you on the flip, maybe in a nervous compulsive post tomorrow, maybe not, until then, keep on keepin' on loose units. 

+Don't actually! Apparently Tupac had a way different meaning to Hit 'Em Up than I do! Or did! Wow OK! Don't hit 'em up!