Dear Diary,
Caffeine is my bitch Diary, I
swear to god. I have owned so many cups of coffee tonight I have transcended into
a haze of coffee bean delight. We’re up at Luke’s parents place in Coolum for
the night doing some home style recordings for the album… I’m joined of course
by Luke “favourite perversion” McDonald, Tyrannosaurus Tim and “Scrappy” Scott
Bromiley. We’re in this for the long haul… no sleep till ..Brooklyn..… or till we finish what we consider a
suitable amount of sweet vocals n whatnot. Fueled by caffeine, beer and the
mediocre pizza we consumed earlier tonight we shall work our asses off till we
go delirious and start talking rubbish like tween girls at a Miley concert.....
Time we went
back… As I recall we started recording this album in ...Melbourne... ... some stuff happened… I remember
walking up ...Bridge
Rd in Richmond... with the cold wind blowing Ross’s hair
into a spectacular formation of curls and candy… “take a lick of this sugar
tits” he said to me… I thanked him for the offer but declined saying “I just
had a big bag of cold cheerios… Remember you were there with me Ross… ... for
some reason we thought it would be a cheap and delicious meal… ... It certainly
was cheap but now I feel sick… I couldn’t possibly ingest sugar.” He replied “this
amazing offer will only last 3 more days!” ...
“Okay”...
Such good
memories!...
Then a week or
two later we moved into Big Peach… with Little Peach still being constructed
next door… such a serene setting for a studio… The peachy coloured house that
contains The White Room studios in the sleepy town (more of a street really… With
houses and a couple of cafés) of Mt Nebo. We lived there for the week days for
two weeks while Little Scout made us vacate so they could steal Neil from us
and use him to record what ever the fuck those people record. (love yousse) ... ...
Every morning I
would wake up and feed the King parrots that would hang around the back balcony
like little rangas waiting for their daily sunscreen application except instead
of sunscreen it was sunflower seeds… I tried to tell myself that I could tell
the subtle differences between each and everyone of them but the truth is they all
looked exactly the same… Except for the difference between males and females
of course… And Painty… he was the one who got too close when I was drawing on
the porch one day and decided to give him a scratch with the working end of a
pen.... he never trusted me again...
Robert was a
constant source of energy for all of us… ... turning up dressed in a dapper 3
piece suit while we were still sprawled out on our mattresses in the living
room in various states of undress with a picnic basket with delicious coffee
and various delicious biscuits… I will pay large money to scientist in white
coats to find the secret to having the sort of energy that Robert possesses
when I make it to his age… If I even live for that long… Its all up to the
sun god… the way I see it is I have 2 options… ... 1. I’ll be dead...
2. I’ll be
forced out of society by the conservative folks and I’ll be living in a cave
surrounded by small pieces of artwork (bits of string tied around pieces of poo)...
Note to self… … … …
Make them pay… Make them ALL pay...
Dear Caffeine,
I was in the middle of
something but I’ve taken the time out to say that I love you so much… You make
me angry and happy all at the same time… and you give me the energy to keep on
studying the ecosystem in luke’s beard for so much longer than normally
possible…just so you know he has 3 different types of beard rat… scientific
name rattus beardus livus. Well that’s the sub species they belong to…. I wont
bore you with the individual names… or will I??????? ...
No I wont???? ...
Punctuation!!!...
Note to self… … … …
always group full stops in herds of 3… … … … … … … … ....
Some things
you should know...
- Bathrooms
are the best for vocal recording...
- Trade has
dropped in the past trimester of economic decline...
- You can
sound like you know things by linking big words together in random sequences...
-
I
define decline as a big word...
- Labradors have heavy heads...
And I’m done...
Love Pete