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pay no attention to these, they are merely an attempt to clean up my page as i will now be using this to promote my photos, all my personal crap is now on facebook... get with the times

and if you miss my whinging abusive blogs... why not just talk to me, im always happy to have a bitch

 

Cya!

but not here, because MySpace blogs are like soooo 2006

and now thanks to my brand new hiptop i can post blogs instantly as they come to me anytime i like, meaning much more drunken blogs and much more un nessescary details, not to mention instant photo updates to acompany all claims

TAKE THAT LIBERAL MEDIA!!!

you can see it here http://conceptboy.blogspot.com/

.... these were the words used to describe their first band, but tonight they certainly proved to sydney (as if there was any doubt) that they have become so much more.... ROBOTS!

The day started of early with bang as thousands of young people converged on the sydney super dome, several hours early, after it was revealed online, that the policy of the promoters was to only let the first 24,000 to arrive onto the dance floor, through the use of wristbands, so of course everyone panicked at the idea of having to watch the very first daft punk show, and the very last pyramid show from the stands and chaos ensued.

walking up to the gates i was greeted with the sight of hundreds of broken bottles, and hundreds more screaming kids (well technically over 18 so young adults, but you wouldnt call them that if you saw them) all shouting out, as if it were some original idea of theirs "FUCKEN LET US IN, HOW HARD IS IT TO JUST OPEN A GATE AND CHECK A TICKET"
of course not appreciating the complexity of running an event of that size and of course the quite obvious fact that the gates were not due to open till 2 anyway, but i kept out of it and found a place the the side to wait, but within 20 mins of my arrival the crowd had grown from hundreds to thousands, stretching back as far as i could see, and the anxiety about floor passes began to grow.

eventually after 30 more mins of listening to pointless abuse directed at the security staff i was in and on to the next line for the ATM, then the bar, and finally on to the dancefloor, which is where i remained for most of the afternoon, not at the main stage but at a little side stage exclusive to the sydney show.

eventually due to bad choice of footwear (looked good, hurt like hell) and very bad choice of brunch this morning i was forced to retire from the dancefloor due to bad leg cramps, blisters, and a third factor which shall remain nameless, but lets just say it wasnt doing its job the way i wanted it to.

i made my way over to the main arena with a new bottle of water just in time to catch the end of digitalism's set, which was pretty good... i think, though i wasnt paying to much attention as i wondered through the crowds (once again owing the previously unnamed factor X 2 1/2)

then the bang gang Deejays were on, who performed a set closely resembling their new online mix for light sound dance, the Grey disc, then the Presets, who a looking a little more worldly and grown up these days, a look that has re-sparked my interest in them, and they played a few new songs which were really quite different but quite good.

then it was Sebastian and Kavinsky, a french DJ duo, for those of you that dont know them, who were quite amusing via a small camera mounted in the corner of the DJ Booth, located in a tower at the very centre of the arena.
all this time, dancing was out of the question as my legs were too fucked, and so was I, so i just hung back at the edge of the main dancefloor, casually grooving to the music and chomping away at a flashing mouth guard, as passing people gave me double takes, wondering what the hell i had in my mouth and where could they get one... either that or was i selling drugs (happens to me quite alot... do i look like a drug dealer... dont answer now, wait till the end)

at this point everyone had settled down for the evening and the dancefloor was closed off to any more people, which was quite refreshing to me , who needs my space when dancing and isnt keen in being covered in the sweat if 15 other guys, but everyone outside the "zone" wasnt so pleased, and so as i leant up against the fence i was witness to a very amusing sight, a little game of cat and mouse between the punters and security to cross the 2 meter patch of ground that separates the wristband carrying elite from the common scum out in the field, and it really was a spectator sport, with each round started by an excited roar from the crowd behind, followed by a jolt on the fence, and then by the time you turned around to see what had happened, it would either be the sight on four security guards taking some topless boy to the ground, or that topless boy disappearing into the crowd in front of me.
the crowd cheering no matter what the outcome

though all this reminded me of an old story i once heard about a kingdom during the plague that looked up all its doors and lived a happy and ignorant life of the dying world outside their doors, until one day, somehow an infected person made it inside the palace and destroyed their happy little world in one day, which poses the question, who were the selfish ones? was it the rich palace folk who chose to ignore the infected and life the good life, or the infected for spreading their disease to the the palace folk because they didnt think it was fair...it was also a bit like a zombie movie, where you think everyone is safe inside a building and then you find out someone was bitten but didnt tell anyone... sorry im ranting a bit,i need to sleep so ill wrap this up.

so finally after a bit of quick disco, the curtains opened up to reveal the famous pyramid everyone had come to see and with a huge roar the show began, now im not going to go into great detail here because words....can....not....describe...it, so next time you see me, ask for an interpretive dance about it, but what i will tell you is WOW, greatest show ever, the lights the visuals, the mixes of the songs (though not new to me as i have been listening to their live album over and over) two Encores, one normal one which you always expect , and then one more after a 5 min wait, though all the true fans knew theyd come back, and they certainly didnt disappoint , with new suits with red light up lining, and light up Daft punk signs of their back, and the end of it all there was a very gentlemanly bow from both, and then Rock Horns from Guy...true showmen

as the lights came back on to some country love song thats name escapes me right now, i could only stand there and stare and the beauty of what i had just seen, a smile started to form across my face, A Real One, which is quite rare for me these days and i pulled out my camera phone to capture the moment forever.... however i forgot to save it, so all i have now are my memories: the sight of that pyramid for the first time, dancing non stop for an hour and a half the an amazing set, that cute girl who think was a bit keen on me, though i walked away later and will probably never see her again, and finally limping home feeling very satisfied with myself (once again a very rare feeling for me)

so thats it

new blog tomorrow (i hope) not as chipper this one.... i really hate christmas

So ive been at head office all day, doing my science of coffee training whilst drinking slightly more then the safe amount of coffee for one to drink in a day (which is 5 by the way, just a little fun fact there) and now im back in store for late night shopping, all alone and more alert then an alter boy at a priests picnic, writing what should be a thrilling final instalment to what can only be called a action packed blog of epic proportions, garunteed to arouse and enrage the senses, and not recomended for children under the age of 12 or those with a heart condition.

that is of course, provided i am not intterupted by nosey customers, i mean come on, this is a place of fucking business, not a fucking nursery... so let us begin

so last night centred around my social life, and how much of a stud i am in the looks department, but a dudd in the balls department, but this evening i would like to tell you about my professional life

MY JOB!

so it all started with a phone call, i was sitting at home on my day off, in my undies, after crawling out of bed and into my computer chair, my feet not even touching the floor, and i was engaged in a very important computer game, of which i had only beaten somewhere in the vicinity of 220 time, when suddenly that all too familier tune of "working nine to five" by dolly parton, signaling an incoming comunication from my place of employment, and i answered the phone with a very casual yet hostile "whut!" as to signal my disaproval for calling me on my day off. "how would you like a new job" the nasely high pitched voice on the other end of the phone asked. "like what" i asked sceptically, always wary of strangers with candy when work was involved "Billy bob is not going going to be the assistant manager anymore, do you want to do it" (NB: some names may have been changed to protect the not so innocent) "sure" i said still a little cautious, but also a little shocked "billy bob will explain it all when you get back" and with that it was done.

i sat there for a bit quite pleased with myself believeing i had just recieved a promotion, and i didnt even have to put any pants on.

QUICK WHINGE BREAK

fucking customers are pushing my buttons, asking for coffees, asking for special deals, LOOKING LIKE TURTLES!, being loud and fat and indecisive whilst chatting away on a phone, and making jokes that SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO arn't funny! yet i pretend to laugh anyway, but in a way that lets you know that im dead inside... ok im done... for now

To Be Continued... later tonight

At this point in my life if I were to be asked how I was doing, the answer I would most likely give is "well Im still alive"

A fairly pessimistic view im sure but given my dull and eventless life right now, coupled with me reputation for being overly dramatic at the best of times, it feels a fitting response

But of course this title is not as simple as a simple attempt for attention, but also a reference to me absence from the Myspace Blogging ritual I had once become so accustomed to, but recently have neglected, due to escalated work stress, a constantly decreasing motivation to do anything, as well as the introduction of guitar hero into our household.

A task which, like going back to the dentist to check up on my braces, becomes much harder the longer you put it off, but tonight is the night!

Its approximately 10:30pm, ive had my coffees for the day, cleaned my room, taken in a thought provoking and insightful documentary film (more on that later… maybe) and ive got the hits of the 80's blaring on my overly priced DJ headphones, which also serve as a healthy guilt filled reminder of my DJ equipment that I never use, yet am still paying off.

So lets do this… so much has happened since my last real post and so much bloggable material has come up from each event, which has been regrettable lost amongst the endless chatter of my solitary mind, so I figure ill just write whatever comes to mind for now and perhaps some of it will come back to me.

7th Oct (holy crap its been a long time)

so this was the opening of Sculpture in the Vineyards 2007, an annual exhibition my mother runs in the wine trails of wollombi in the hunter valley, this being the second year she has organized it since taking over from the last person, and to say she has put a lot of work into it is a serious understatement, and as the children of the curator of this exhibition I took it upon myself to become the "Exhibition Royalty" if you will, prancing about the town with an obnoxious content for the simple local folk, doing as little as work as possible, drinking as much as I could, and of course sporting a urban commando/eastern European popstar royalty Eurotrash combo… you know the one.

Supported by my entourage of my friend, her boy friend and my brother, patrolling the town (all two streets of it) yet sensing the absence of that creative festival vibe of previous years, a feeling that has prompted me to take some action and (possibly) set up an "afterparty" style event, for lack of a better word, with musicians and performances and such, in order to give the opening more of a festival event.
Whether this will actually happen is still yet to be seen….

The following day was an artist lunch at one of the wineries where once again I played up the royalty vibe, this time sporting a urban cowboy ensemble, complete with straw cowboy hat, and a modern addition of a tactical drop leg side holster style pouch (an accessory I am hoping to work into my everyday attire) spending the majority of the time sitting on the deck of the cottage, surveying commoners, and just generally playing the part of the stuck up children from the city…

This was all followed by a formal dinner at one of the wineries, where there was much intellectual conversation, wine tasting and consumption, and in depth discussion of fine art on hunting and skinning deer. All this while wearing my shirt with the bold proclamation "Im Kind of a Big Deal" (worn purposefully that day for the artist lunch) which seemed a little less effective when sitting across from the second in charge of the Art Gallery of NSW, and his wife whose accomplishments escape me but are equally impressive…

And then home we went

(there are photos from the exhibition if you are interested, however theyre on my facebook, and you can only see them if you are privileged enough to be one of my friends on there, so if your not just ask… provided your not a psycho ex GF ill be happy to accept)

The Black Light Party

The greatest invention since poison cat food, the black light is up there with Mattias's top 1001 gadgets he simply must have, or have more of.
And thankfully others seem to share some of that enthusiasm, because a friend of mines band (the Crooked Fiddle Band) host a black light party at the bald faced stag, which is a lot less "rave party" then it sounds, and more a good old rootin tootin shindig of mini epic proportions with toe stomping music and "holly crap look at my shoes" lighting effects, joined by my other new favorite band from Newcastle, Mojo Juju and the snake oil merchants, and some other girl who was kinda funny and kinde hot, more so the more I drank, as is so commonly the case.

And so I let loose on the dancefloor to a tune of a different kind to my usual pumpin electro beats, even getting up on stage at one point, for a bit of back up dancing for the band (anything for attention… more attention) and then up the front again, a position I later regretted, once the lead singer unleashed his "support act" right in front of my if you know what I mean (and if you don't, then I don't care to explain cause I have a lot more to write tonight )

And then I walked home… alone…. only took 10 mins this time though, so that was handy

UMMMMMMMMMMMM… ok

So lets see, if any of you are still reading this far ill tell you about the last night out I had

So of course the night started out fairly good, I was looking hot as usual, with my new kenji urban suit, a very nice green shirt id picked up that morning from Yd and white crushed leather shoes (the second most expensive pair id ever bought) and I headed into the city, via rail bus (two fucking weekends in a row ill have you know) and down to bungalo 8 to meet up with some friends for a 21st, and of course after making a few calls, pre arrival I discovered that I was the first there and it would be quite some time before anyone else turns up, but looking as hot as I did was not gonna let that stop me from being seen, so I strolled up to the front door smooth and confident, and the bouncer says "are you on the guest list sir" and I say (in a broken voice) "um I think so, maybe, the names mattias, im here for a birthday, I might be im not sure" and after a quick once over of the list im set to one side after a load of bullshit about how full they are and how exclusive they are (BUNGALO FOR FUCKS SAKE!) but I am not deterred, I flip out my phone make a few calls, act all important and pissed off, and eventually the bouncer calls me in.

As I get in the dancefloor is empty, a large table of girls is eyeing me off, with a chain reaction of turning heads as I pass… Damn im smooth.
I grab a drink and look for a corner to stand and pose till someone else arrives or at least until im drunk enough to hit the dance floor by myself… and three drinks later with still no sign of anyone I know slowly make my way over to the dancefloor, which at this time consists of a large group of girls from the big table, with as few guys scattered around attempting to dance while ogoling the girls in the middle

Can I just stop for a second to profess my love for the 80's and 97% of all music from that era… ok now that's out of the way

So I grab a spot beside the DJ booth and start to get my dance on, and almost instantly am approached by two ladies in their late 20's dancing very obviously in front of me, glancing every now and then with the quick "head to toes" check out, and being the smooth mack daddy I am I of course…. Keep on dancing, they tray a few sexy moves and I… keep on dancing, this continues until one girl takes the other girl aside and I see her mouth the words "I don't think he even realizes we are here"… and the slip away rejected, and so do I.
At this point the birthday girl turns up and of course is given the same crap about guest lists and such and so a decision is made to leave bungalo, for a more "user friendly" venue.
So over to Cargo, and the pull the same crap about guestlists… I look around for any of the managers I know but none were visible, so we moved on…
Still looking for somewhere to go that everyone could get in, but that was still classy, and for some reason Pontoon was suggested.
However after standing in line and flinching in horror at the muscle bound group of guys in front, sporting white muscle shirts, blue jeans, runners AND A WHITE CAP!!!!! My expensive white shoes refused to take another step further, and we retreated to the safety of the city in search of a classier venue.
Triple 3 bar was our next stop, originally just as a pit stop, on the search for somewhere better, and to wait for others to turn up, which at this stage was becoming less and less likely.
The bouncers at the door, acting like they were doing us a huge favor, by letting us into the practically dead bar.
1AM and we are still sitting there, no larger and number, and with the realization setting in that perhaps this night wasn't going to get any better, the birthday girl (quite emotional at this stage) suggests a change of venue, which all THREE of us agree upon, and so we start over for the Cross, which proves equally as disastrous with every taxi taken, as we get closer and closer to the Cross, all the while vowing that we will not walk all the way…
so we finally arrive at the cross after much walking and angry and abusive phone calls to those who never turned up (not by me by the way, just incase you were thinking that) and the quest for a suitable venue continued… IN THE CROSS… eventually after to luck I suggested the only place I was familiar with that didn't have a line all the way down the street, and we headed over to Yu…(shudder) now don't get me wrong ive had many a great night at Yu, and there are a lot trashier places to end up in the Cross, but after the night we had had, and with the memories of the female dominated dancefloor of bugalo still fresh in my mind, Yu somehow just didn't really cut it but after paying $20 to get in I just couldn't bring myself to leave straight away, so I tried to make the best, I grabbed another drink (after being ignored by the barstaff for 20 mins, for drug fucked little electro children (SCUM) I coat check my suit jacket in an attempt to look a bit more casual, and hit the dancefloor (FINALLY) for a good hard dance session.

However by this stage it was just two late, to much damage had been done and the night was unsalvageable, as were my once lovely white and expensive shoes, so we left, only to be greeted by one of mankind's most fierce and desperate rituals… change over time for Taxi's in the Cross, so once again we started walking, vowing not to walk all the way… vowing all the way back to the city, where the car was parked…

So at least I got a lift home, but that's really as good as it got…. Despite me being all hot and stuff

so its now 12:30 and i have a very long day ahead of me tomorrow, or today if you want to get technical so i will say goodnight to you all now

but Stay tuned for part 2 of this epic blog… perhaps tomorrow… perhaps in another few months time

we'll see

86 views this week, and i havnt written a new blog in weeks, months even... maybe i dont keep track of time anymore...

who has been reading my blogs?

REVEAL YOURSELF!

im just curious thats all

and i will write a new one soon, ive just been going through a bit of a down period, where all i want to do is eat junk food and play computer games in a dark room or sleep.

some would call it depression but i prefer the term 'Not so happy hooray time'

ill try and write a new blog soon though... i promise... till then why dont you go write a blog you lazy bastards!