Saturday, September 11, 2004

Missy @ Manning 

It just occurred to me that I actually experienced something bloggable AND actually potentially interesting to my alleged readers yesterday. Went to see Missy Higgins, an apparently hip and up-n-coming whippersnapper, at USyd's Manning Bar. Problem: I had no idea of who she is, what kind of music she sang, or even what she looked like.

Because it's 3am and I can't think in sentences, here are my ex poste Thoughts from Missy Higgins @ Manning:

-What do you mean, she can't get in? That's SYDNEY UNI ID, ferchrissakes!
-Bah.
-Heh, good one: "I don't HAVE a license". I was thinking she should've climbed up the balcony.
-Fuck, it's crowded...move your head! Damned tall people. Why am I looking at the stage anyway when no one's there?
-Doop...doop...man, we're like an hour early...what to do?
-Should I drink in front of my newfound-hardcore-Christian-semi-repressed-selective-school (HCSRSS*) friends?
-Somehow, it's just wrong to have a theological discussion in the middle of Manning
-Oh yay, a design student from UTS, she should be cool and non-repressed
-And yet, tres snarky.
-Ooooooh oooooh lights and sound checks!
-False alarm. Doop...doop...doop...I'm bored, will someone pick me up already? How about you, nerdily-cute-and-probably-gay-Asian dude?
-How come I always single out the Asians? And look, all my HCSRSS friends are also Asian. I'm such a racist. Do I even know any white people?
-Anywho. Doop...doop...doop....OH LOOKY a girl with a guitar! Is that her? I knew I should've looked at the poster before coming.
-Ok. Missy Higgins has a MULLET?
-And only knows ONE WAY OF STRUMMING A GUITAR?
-Look, she's got a good voice, but nothing to wait two hours for
-Is she just singing the same song OVER AND OVER?
-Sigh. Even the people in the front row look bored
-This is ok, but not really bar-music, y'know?
-WOOHOO! Intermission! Maybe some booze will make it sound better, forget my HCSRSS friends.
-One cranberry vodka please. Mmmm...better make it a single shot, haven't eaten yet.
-My first self-paid bar drink! Someone give me a friggin certificate!
-HAHAHAHA. I am such a dolt. That was the support act!
-Ok, Missy is way cool. She plays piano AND guitar!
-And sings with an Australian accent! Onya.
-Why is no one else moving? This is kinda rockin
-Fuck em, I'm going to Tina-dance. ie. nod and sway
-The swaying is probably helped by the vodka....and the hours standing up...and the hunger...
-Note to self: remember that rhythm for song-writing attempts
-And that chord progression
-Just remembered, don't actually write songs
-Everyone's cheering, this must be famous....note to self, listen to radio more
-Did she say 'cuddling' the rope'? HAR HAR
-Oops, 'cutting'. Man, really can't hold drink.
-Literally. Must remember not to applaud when holding a full plastic cup. Jeans jacket now vodka-soaked
-This isn't really bar-music either...but thank GOD she's ten times better than the support singer
-Should I buy her CD or just burn it off Trisha? Hmmmm. Wish I brought my MD to bootleg this.
-Aw, she's young and upcoming and cute and Australian. Perhaps I should buy.............nah.
-Heh. Some of these lyrics are dorksome.
-Aw, finished already? ENCORE! ENCORE! ENCORE!
-Why is she taking so long to come out? My hands are sore.
-Encores are so fake, the lights aren't even on...
-FINALLY!
-Man, not a ballad...leave us with something rocking so we can scream!
-Yay, another! Aw, another ballad
-And another. Poop.
-Anyway, good stuff man, good stuff.

*I exaggerate. My HCSRSS friends aren't all that bad. In fact, they're of the same mould as my old school friends. And me, I suppose, without the Jesus thing.

# posted at 2:15 am

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