Friday, 30 September 2011

Every time I go travelling I come home in an ambulance

Every time I try to write a post about travel it ends up shitty

Sorry guys

Sunday, 18 September 2011


Saturday, 17 September 2011


did a lil poetry reading for my friends last night

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

selected descriptions of melbourne's tram system

trams are a quintessential part of melbourne lief so i thought i would write about some of trams i take/have taken a lot in my time living here. you will see from the map below that if i have written about them together it is because they travel the same route for most of the time.
55 (west coburg)
this is the tram you take to get to fraser, zoe and my sister laura's places. the tram is kinda annoying because you have to catch it from william street in the city, which is just that little bit far away from the main streets where all the other trams leave from. the folk on the tram are usually pretty quiet, probably they are all quietly bummed about being on a crap tram line. this is probably one of the most nondescript trams in the city.

70 (wattle park) & 75 (vermont south)
these trams were the ones i took when i lived in hawthorn, which is an inner eastern suburb of melbourne. the 75 was particularly useful because it takes you to 24 hr kmart. me and jacki used to go to kmart after dark sometimes to amuse ourselves. this tram would also take us to erin's friend alannah's house. one time i was on either of these trams and i saw a cute boy and i wrote really large on a piece of paper 'you are a beautiful person, yes you' which is either sweet or insane. at least it is a leap of faith as i had no idea about him at all and frankly only have the memory of doing something weird, don't have a clue about him at all any more

96 (east brunswick)
this tram i used to get when i was doing radio at triple r. the trams are usually the newer style, including this one that is decorated like a bumblebee. for some reason the tram is always really loud, which made it inconvenient as heck trying to talk with my classmates going to and from the radio station.

112 (west preston) 
departs from collins street, commonly taken to get from the city to brunswick street. it is slightly confusing that there is brunswick street in fitzroy and the suburb brunswick and that they are both hip. for people new to melbourne this is probably confusing. stacey and i sat listening to jens lekman and arcade fire from my phone, waiting for the 112 on brunswick street last time she visited. super hip. one time i was out in fitzroy and i was so drunk i lit a cig and it burnt a lil bit of my hair and singed my eyelashes and eyebrow. somehow i made it onto the 112 back to the cit then onto the 70/75 to get back to hawthorn... i'm sure i was delightful tram company

86 (bundoora rmit) 
departs from bourke street, travels along gertrude street, then turns into smith street. both gertrude and smith streets are best on foot. gertrude street has a bunch of nice cafes, pubs and bars. on the cnr of smith and gertie there are a bunch of gay bars. smith street again has more nice bars and cafes. this neighbourhood collingwood. it is a lil bit more 'rough' than fitzroy, so sometimes there are weird people on the tram. if you stay on the tram past the end of smith street you will cross alexandra parade, go up a hill and be on high street in northcote. about two years ago when i didn't live on this side of town, i would write in my notebook on the way out to northcote, write things about finding my husband there. bearded youngfellows are among the sights one will see in northcote. high street also has a lot of really lovely bars and places to go, like the thornbury theatre. i don't know what about the suburb got me in the mood for marriage..........

19 (north coburg) 
this is the tram you take to get to brunswick savers and it goes along sydney road. sydney road has a lot of wedding dress shops and also a lot of turkish or lebanese restaurants on it. the people on the tram are usually a mix of old people and young hip thangs going home or going to savers. but not too many because most of them ride their bikes hehe

1 (east coburg) + 8 (moreland)
these trams travel along swanston street, which is the 'main street' in the city. usually i took them through carlton along lygon street to go to lindy's place. on her first visit to melbourne young teagues, after at least five champagnes, disappeared from this tram rather suddenly, requiring a brief hiatus on lygon street...! as i went to and from lindy's place rather frequently i found myself writing in my notebook a lot while taking these trams. one time i saw somebody else writing in their notebook and i wrote in my notebook that i wished we could write to each other through our notebooks.

109 (box hill)
 this tram runs along collins street in the city and goes out to north richmond which is where ikea is. the tram is unfailingly one of the most new designs of tram that we have, and i like to think this is because collins street is real fancy. a memorable time i took this tram was when i was on acid. my friend fraser lived in north richmond at the time and we were trying to go to camberwell via this cheeky way i knew, which involved waay too many tram changes for the state that we were in. we made it onto the tram, having escaped the 'rising panic' at fraser's flat, which we had started talking about with a sense of irony, but it actually started to be a thing when we were on the tram, and we were so terrified that we were being loud or that everybody could tell we were on acid that we got off the tram and walked for about three hours to get to where we were going.

16 (melbourne university via st kilda) 
so there are a lot of trams that go to melbourne uni. this is because the university is at the top end of swanston street. the 16 tram line is very long indeed. it starts in kew, goes all the way down glenferrie road, through hawthorn, malvern, through balaclava and then along acland street in st kilda, then back along st kilda road past the national gallery of victoria (ngv) and victorian college of the arts (vca). one specific memory i have of this tram is when i was going down glenferrie rd, sitting on it holding hands with somebody and i could see our reflections in the glass. i was surprised seeing myself doing that.

Sunday, 11 September 2011

How To Be Stacey Teague

Jackson Nieuwland: Do you like the name Stacey? Do you like the name Teague? Do you mind when people call you Teagues? What are some nicknames you've had? Do you like any of them? Do you know anything about Cheryl Tiegs? Do you have any favourite names?

Stacey Teague: I feel pretty indifferent towards my name. Like if my name were a
thing I would pick it up limply in my hand and then let it fall to the ground and just leave it there. It's just my name. Seems like it doesn't matter, but only in the way that nothing really matters. According to some films, the only people with the name "Stacey" are annoying American teens. I've only known two other people with the same name as me and I didn't like either of them. Once, "Staci" (probably did a love heart above the "i") told on me in P.E. class for talking to my friend and not participating in the softball game or whatever. Jesus. Sometimes at assembly in school I used to think they were saying my name when they said "stay seated". I remember I had this plaque thing that said my name meant "resurrection". That means nothing to me. Teague is okay. I have no real strong feelings towards either of my names. I like it when people call me Teagues. It seems nice. It seems affectionate. My family calls me Stace mostly. Possibly feels more "casual" or "intimate" to call me Stace but I really don't mind either way. My sister sometimes calls me Steaky. I think she thinks it's cute. I don't mind. I like the name Adelaide. I can imagine me having a lil girl called Adelaide and I would call her "Addie" maybe. Seems weird to think about having children. Which is why I don't mostly. I like the name Tilly. I also like the name Neve. I can't think of any boy's names that I like but there are probably some idk. I don't know who Cheryl Tiegs is but I just read her wikipedia entry. I still don't really know who she is because I x'd out of that tab by accident and now I don't want to type in the thing again. Hehe. I'm being cheeky.

Jackson Nieuwland: What are some cheeky things you do? Are you more or less cheeky than most people? Do you like it when people are cheeky with you? You seem to like being cheeky on the internet. Are you more cheeky online or offline? How much time do you spend online? You seem to be disciplined about how much time you spend online (more disciplined than me at least). Are you a disciplined person? How do you make yourself get up for work every morning?

Stacey Teague: I do many cheeky things. I think many of the "cheeky" things I do are
intimate things that you do with a person. Not dirty things. Just funny lil things. Anyone can do cheeky things. Just gotta put your "hehe" face on. No one can deny the "hehe" face. The other day I was stealing a food thing from my friend's plate without asking. I achieved this by maintaining eye contact with said person and doing a lil grin whilst slowly moving my fork in the direction of their food thing. Is cheekiness a part of my brand? I think I am more cheeky online because I say "hehe" a lot. In real life it is weird to say "hehe" in conversation. I have tried it. It's weird.

I spend a lot of time online I think. I check facebook/gmail/twitter/google reader and I talk to people on gchat/facebook chat/skype. Sometimes I tinychat or read blogs or articles. That is most of the things I do online. Otherwise I am just on my mac book writing and listening to music or watching something. When I feel like I have spent too much time on my computer, I read a book or make zines or clean my house or go out and do something. I feel okay about the amount of time I spend online.

I am not very disciplined. I do the things I have to do. I Iike to feel a sense of accomplishment. I like to be organised but not in an annoying way, maybe like in a hip, bohemian way hehe. I also keep lists in a textedit document. Lists I have in my textedit doc are: "things to do (general)" and then sometimes I will plan out my week day-to-day but only when I know I am going to be busy because I forget things easily. Then I have: "need to buy" which is mostly books and then I have a "grocery list" "things to download" and things of that nature. This textedit document keeps my entire life in order I think. Anyway, discipline. I guess I just try to do what makes me feel okay. I succeed in this mostly.

Waking up in the morning usually goes like this (inside my head):

Fuck. What.... How is morning a thing. Gotta.. do stuff. Bed is warm. Gonna sleep a lil bit maybe. No. Get up. Hehe. Okay. Getting up now. Jk. Bed is too nice. Five more minutes. Gonna be late. Get up. Fuck you. Go way. Everything will be okay after coffee. Promise? Yes. Okay, lets get up.

Jackson Nieuwland: Is it always like that in your head? Do you ever think without using words? Is that even a thing or am I just making it up? What makes a thing a thing? Is everything you can think of a thing? Are these deep philosophical questions or gibberish? Do you ever think in gibberish? What are some random thoughts you've had lately? What are some thinks that you never think about?

Stacey Teague: My head is not always like that, but my inner monologue has similar idiosyncrasies. It's mostly like that when I wake up. I get v. grumpy when I am sleepy, but possibly like, endearingly grumpy or something. It is possible that I unconsciously think by not using words. I've never thought about that before. I am thinking about it now. It's kind of blowing my mind. Shit. I hope it is a thing, I really do. Maybe we can think music or something, or maybe we are thinking the words like "do dee doo". That's interesting. Want to submit that to yahoo answers or something.

I think everything is "a thing". Even everything that is not a thing is "a thing". Seems confusing idk. I often feel perplexed as to why/how I am "a thing". Heavy existential undertones. These are very good questions. I like them. Nailing it bro. I guess I think in gibberish sometimes. I assume everything thinks nonsensical things. Wait, I've forgotten the things that I think. Help. What is life. Idk, the times when I think my weirdest thoughts are when i've had either too much coffee or too little. I have fun experimenting with those levels.

I think a lot of random ass thoughts. Here are some. Upon reading that question about thinking without using words, it made me think about how people can communicate without using words. I think I am very interested in that, and prefer it to speaking. I've never been an overly verbal person. Gimme dat non-verbal communication. When it comes down to it, the ways you can show someone you care about them are mostly just variations of touching, eye contact and facial movements all bound together by "certain feelings". Holding a hand in a hand and placing it over a beating heart can say more than the raggedy-ass phrase "I love you" ever could. Sure it is nice to hear "I love you" and "You are beautiful" and so on, but maybe they don't hold as much value as the things that are implied in our actions.

I've also been thinking about solitude a lot lately. Thinking about how you can experience so many things when you are alone that you can't when you are with other people. You just notice more things. I think that's nice. This year I've been finding out what it really means to be a single person, and being okay with that. I had a string of relationships after high school and was never single for more than one month for about four years. It is refreshing to be alone. I feel like cranking "Independent Women" by Destinys Child on a daily basis. I think it is important to be able to be alone.

I don't think about sports very often. It's not that I'm vehemently opposed to sports, it's just not really my thing. I played netball from the ages of 8-16. I also played tennis because my dad made me. I did athletics for maybe like 4 months. I do have good memories of beach cricket and the odd petanque sesh at the family bach. I'm not an overly competitive person, so if I play sports I don't really care about winning which I feel like is a big part of sports maybe.

Other things I don't often think about include: astrology, the band "steely dan", the french revolution, the operating system "windows '97", anything that would be in the business section of the newspaper, hot celeb gossip, the tv show "mad about you", things that are lime flavoured, trip hop, judaism, clowns, the fashion industry, the novels of tom clancy, stamp collecting and teletubbies.

Jackson Nieuwland: What are your favourite types of social situations? Do you spend much time with your family? Is your family close? Are you particularly close to a certain family member? What do you talk about with your family? Do you feel comfortable telling your parents about your life? Which do you hang out with more: boys or girls? Does any of this say anything about you? Does anything, apart from saying something about you, say anything about you?

Stacey Teague: My favourite type of social situation would be hanging out with 2-4 people that I like, in a warm, comfortable place with good wine, food and conversation. Generally just chilling with people I like in any capacity seems ideal to me. I spend a good amount of time with my family. I don't live with my parents but I see them probably about twice a week. I think I would prefer not to have to rely on my parents for anything and only see them about once a fortnight. I don't mean to sound mean, but I appreciate my parents more when I don't see them for a while. It's probably best for our relationship if that happens. I visit my sister at her house at least once a week. I go to see my granddad usually about one Sunday a month and see other family at special occasions/lunch or dinner things. My immediate family is just me, mum, dad and my sister who is 6 years older than me. I have always been close with my sister. She always took care of me and taught me cool older sister things. Though it seems like I can't really relate to her or my parents on any kind of emotional level, and we don't share the same interests or views about the world. Thusly, we don't talk about anything of much significance when we get together. I feel unable to share parts of my life with them, and I mean they usually know what is going on in my life in that superficial way, but I don't really talk to them about my creative pursuits or anything overly personal. It seems like I've never really had that kind of relationship with my family. It makes me sad sometimes, but as I get older I accept it more and more. I have more female friends than male friends probably, but I don't feel this reflects upon me as a person. Idk, does it? Am I allowed to ask you questions? Hehe.

After reading that last question, I pasted it to Susie on skype and was like "how the eff do I answer this?" and she said "um well it's something about identity, some sort of action or 'thing' that describes you or is quintessentially you". I asked her what she would consider to be something that is "quintessentially me" because it is hard to know what is me because I am too caught up in my "me-ness" to articulate that maybe. Susie said "there is your predisposition for romance, by this I mean a love of love". Seems interesting to find out what other people think of you in this regard. I mean, idk, I'm sure there are lots of things that I do, in my physical actions or in how I choose to spend my time or interact with other people that say things about who I am as a person, but it's hard to be objective about those things. I feel like these are things that we cannot be too aware of, it's like trying to look at yourself from the outside, but the only way we can see ourselves is through something or someone else, mirror images. I guess my own sense of identity is implicit and shouldn't have to be put into words. I know who I am because I feel it distinctly when I am walking down the street, not because I can list all of my traits, idiosyncrasies and habits in bullet point form.

Jackson Nieuwland: You are encouraged to ask me questions. I think that you having more female friends probably says something about you but I don't know what it is. I asked that question because I have noticed that over the past year I have spent more time with females than males and I think it says something about me but I'm not sure what it is. Do you have anything to say about that? Are you truly certain of anything? Do you believe that you have to be able to express/explain something to be certain of it? Do you ever struggle to express your emotions? Do you separate your thoughts from your emotions? Do you trust your emotions? Do you trust your answers to these questions? Do you trust anyone completely?

Stacey Teague: I thought about it, and I think the fact that we both have more female friends means nothing at all (nothing at all nothing at all). I have girl-friends and I have boy-friends, aint no thang. One of my best friends is a boy and he is also my ex-boyfriend. I've been told we have an interesting relationship but the reason why we are such good friends is that we still love each other but not in any romantic way. We are able to completely be ourselves with each other without all of the bullshit and inhibitions. I don't have any other friendship quite like that.

Certainty is something that is difficult to 'truly' feel as a human being, especially when dealing with other human beings, as there is always some element of ambiguity. We are so changeable in our thoughts and feelings that even if we think we feel something in particular (i.e. love), there are times when we are not really sure. We can be so invested in one thing and the next minute be invested in something completely opposite. I can think of a few things that are certain. We can say [an object] is [an object] because we see it and because that is pre-agreed upon name for said object. If we throw a rock up into the air we know it will fall back down c/o gravity. Personally, the only thing I can say without any doubt whatsoever is that I am certain that one day I will die.

It got me thinking about materialism, because it sort of is a philosophical question. A lot of things a person can be sure about, such as the fact that we live on the planet earth, we're in a house, we're sitting on a chair..these things are certain, but only in a materialistic sense. Not that I subscribe to idealism or anything, but as I was thinking about this being like "oh yeah I'm certain that I am typing words into a computer right now" but then something in my head said "BUT AM I REALLY.." (cue spooky twilight zone sounds). I am as materialistic as one can get (um, not in the consumeristic sense guyz), but I couldn't help thinking that in the back of my mind. Suddenly I felt suspicious of everything in the physical world, like "are things a thing?". Guess that means I can't even really be certain that I am a materialist, then.

I think that I have more trouble verbalising my emotions to other people "irl" than when I am writing. When I am trying to express why I feel a certain way that is bad, I feel extremely scared and aware of myself in conjunction with the other person. I have a lot of trouble with this. I can't even find the right words to express it and even if I did I couldn't imagine my voice saying them. In writing it's different because you are alone and you have time and you don't have anyone's reactions to worry about. I find it very difficult to express feelings of sadness/depression but think I can express feelings of love/happiness better. Maybe.

A lot of the time it feels like my thoughts and emotions are not in sync. This is because whenever I feel anxious or depressed for no reason, I say to myself that I don't have anything to be anxious/depressed about but that doesn't seem to help anything. It's like my emotions take on a life of their own and suddenly do not respond to reason. My emotions are petulant lil children. Probably thoughts and emotions are linked most of the time, but they may not always be conscious thoughts. I mean thoughts/emotions just come from different parts of the brain anyway #amirite.

I don't even know whether the fact that I trust my emotions or not is really relevant. I mean, I trust the fact that I am experiencing an emotion because I am aware of behavioural/physical cues whilst acknowledging that said emotion could change into something else very easily and probably will. Whether I trust an emotion as being valid in a way that I think you mean, i.e. feeling love for a person, I think that it's not a question of whether you can trust it, it's whether or not you can identify and rationalize those feelings of love. If I did that, I think I could trust it maybe. I trust that the answers to these questions are earnest, even if they may not make sense or are badly written or explained. They are me, nonetheless. I am all of these horrible and wonderful things.

No (typed a lot of stuff for this last question but eventually just came back to this).

Jackson Nieuwland: Cats? Birds? Dinosaurs?

Stacey Teague: Cats are cool and probably my favourite out of all these three. The reasons of which there are a myriad (if 10 counts as "a myriad"):

1) They are furry and this means they are good for cuddling which in
turn makes for feelings of warmth and comfort in an otherwise cold and
unforgiving world (lol).
2) They are real chill. Mostly lie in the sun. Seems ideal.
3) There are not needy like dogs, which I feel gives them a quiet dignity.
4) You hardly ever see them doing their business (see above).
5) They make good sounds. Meows, squeaks and purrs.
6) Their lil noses.
7) Their hairy tongues.
8) The squishy pads they have on their paws.
9) Seems like they don't take shit from nobody.
10) How they arch their backs when they stretch.

I have a cat called Winnie who lives at my parent's house. Technically she is my sister's but she moved out of home and has now got her own cats so I claimed Winnie as my own. With my sister gone, we warmed to each other, and she would curl up beneath my covers and head butt my face in the middle of the night. I feel akin to her, and it feels like we share the same "things". I may be anthropomorphizing here, but [lost train of thought].

There is also Pickles the cat, who belongs to our neighbour but likes to hang out at our house. Last night he was sleeping on my bed and it felt real nice, made me feel less lonely. He can sometimes get a bit too aggressive in his affection though, and attacks without warning. Another cat I like is my bosses cat, Chloe. She sleeps inside in amongst the other birds like it's nbd. She is real grouchy because she is 19, and she drools heaps but I still like her a lot. I also work in a cattery, which is a real good job and I basically just do it for fun. I like chilling with the cats. They are the most ideal animal to me, and seem to fit my personality.

Birds are pretty good. Feel like I didn't really notice birds or care for them particularly until I started working at Bird Rescue. Now I really appreciate them, and think they are really beautiful creatures. My favourite bird is probably a duck because I think they are whimsical/goofy. One bird I would really like to see is a kea because they are one of the most intelligent birds in the world. On their wikipedia pages it says "they are often described as cheeky", and sometimes they kill sheep, like there have been reports of them hopping on top of a sheep and just pecking at them until they die. Seems brutal. There is this lorikeet at work who follows me around everywhere, he hops around on the floor after me and its real cute. I like to walk down to the beach near my house and watch all the birds, it makes me feel real peaceful. Being able to fly is pretty much the best thing, like pretty unbeatable. Can't wait to go to the South Island and check out all the sweet ass birds there.

I like dinosaurs because they seem mysterious and kind of frightening, even the lil ones. The entire prehistoric era fascinates me, and it seems exciting how much the earth has changed and how much more it will change. Kind of a borderline science nerd. It makes me think about my own impermanence, because the dinosaurs lived for so long, millions of years and hundreds of different species and now they are all gone and we will be too one day. It's a really special type of feeling that it gives me, not a bad feeling, one that makes me feel lucky to even exist. Transience is a beautiful thing, really.

Antipobros being bros

I was talking to Jackson earlier today and we were both feeling pretty bleak. I suggested that we both needed to make an effort not to feel so bad and keep in contact with each other while we were doing these things that made us feel less bad. He was going to go buy some envelopes (I suggested he also buy candy) and I was going to clean the house. Here is a record of our txts:

Sitting at the bus stop, eatin candy, reading

Doing dishes, still listening to mount eerie, still feel bad

Put on some dancing music. Dance. Independent woman

Just put on jumpin jumpin. Ladies leave yo man at home. How dat candy? Feeling less bad?

The mixed bag of candy is a mixed bag. Better than no candy though! A lil less bad. You jumpin?

Ye. Listening to bug a boo now. Where my ladies at. Made a cuppa. Damn fly.

Stacizzle in the hizzle. Making it rain, shes dancing in the drizzle

Eating a cookie with said tea. Feel 15% better. Are there any gummy worms in tha mix?

There was a single sour worm. There were some coke flavoured worms too. Like coke bottles but in worm form. Avant garde candy

Listening to aaliyah now. Life-affirming slow jamz. What should I do now?

You were gonna make the shack squeeky clean? Dance to r&b while doing so!

Just kind of standing in the same spot not knowing what to do with myself. Everything is clean. I want to play guitar but I don't have one.

Listening to mount eerie again. Progress declining! Help!

Answer the last question of our interview?

Ye i'll do that How are you? Got dem envelopes?

Aaaaaah make a video of yourself pretending to be a dinosaur listening to lil wayne. I got those envelopes. Gonna be mailing up a storm

Sweet bb. You do realise that this is highly bloggable hehe. Did your outing make you feel better?

Outing helped a lil. Texting you helped a lot

It helped me too. We did good, team. Gonna read my book now

High five!

Saturday, 10 September 2011

rare ass antipobro pic

Best Travel Song Ever

Friday, 9 September 2011

elzhi @ fu bar auckland 08/09/11

things i wrote down in my notebook during the night/afterwards:

majority of people at gig are males wearing those hats that all the g's wear, one of them said "fuct" on it

damn, forgot that i existed (or wish i didn't os)

trying to be objective, like i am observing some kind of hip hop/red-wine fuelled experiment

in a toilet cubicle touching the walls thinking "why am i here"

just ate an ice cube wtf

felt really detached from my own body, feels [something]

maybe i should stand up idk

thought my pen was a cigarette like literally

so drunk idc about my shit anymore

(later) where did all my shit go

elzhi is a shawty

want a cigarette that tastes like caramel popcorn

elzhi kept saying "one love" and getting people to hold up one finger to indicate this. thought "is god the one thing we are supposed be loving? lol"

just wanna be a fly honey idgaf

elzhi did nas tributes, seemed legit (trying to stay topical)

everybody is smoking cigarettes and i am eating a carrot

someone suggested we move onto to "greener pastures" and i said "wish we could go to a literal green pasture"

the whale rider girl (keisha castle-hughes) was at the gig, outside she yelled out "tongaaaa" whilst another guy ran into the middle of the road waving a nz flag around ("jesus")

had fruit in my bag and handed some out to people, one guy was like "ooh, i'll have a segment" re: mandarin

hope someone remembers me as the weird girl with all the fruit

sitting in an egg of some sort, feels safe in here

feels like there is something growing in my hair, a lil creature os

is this life or twitter?

wanna die.. lol, jesus...

"this is our punishment for not believing in god" - laura re: going to a bar where people were unashamedly grinding

going back to my friends house and skating down her road on a longboard

our taxi driver pio came inside to hang out with us, he was this old fijian guy, chill ass

friend's flat mates got up for work, eating their cereal while we "cranked" regulate by warren g

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Once a lot smaller looking up to shot callers, not ballers, they never grew up just got taller

Going out is not my thing. I don't drink or take drugs. I don't like talking to people I don't know. I suffer from an anxiety disorder. Blah blah blah.

Hip hop music is my thing. It is the only type of music I listen to really. It is what got me into writing poetry. A few years ago I thought I was going to be a famous rapper. Blah blah blah.

These two factors battle with each other whenever a hip hop gig is announced in Wellington. I've been trying to get out more recently and Elzhi is one of my favourite rappers, so when I found out that he was playing in Wellington I texted my friend Rowan, asking if he was going. Rowan said he was keen so I bought my ticket.

The doors opened at 8pm so I estimated that the show wouldn't begin til about 11. I left my house at 9 and walked into town. I stopped at a dairy and bought a vanilla coke to keep me awake. When I got near to the bar, San Francisco Bath House, I out took my wallet unsure and nervous about being asked for ID. I walked in the door, the bouncer saw my wallet in my hand and said, "Yeah show me your ID, as if you need it." Then he looked carefully between my drivers license and my face before letting me pass.

At the top of the stairs a man took my ticket and made an addition to the tattoo on my right wrist, which I quickly accidentally smudged with my thumb. There were people sitting in all of the booths but the rest of the bar was empty. A DJ was playing a lot of Detroit hip hop. I found a couch and sat down by myself.

Nervous and feeling lonely, I had a text conversation with Alice.
Jackson: I am at a bar! =s
Alice: You are wonderful. Embrace the bar. Pretend you are a ballerina
Jackson: I am not wearing a tu-tu, but I do have a pink bandana with rainbows and unicorns. I drank coke to make sure I dont fall asleep
Alice: Omg i had a coke too! Are you buzzin?!!??
Jackson: I'm on my freakin bumble bee buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Jackson: I am a buzz bar.
Alice: Yum. I'm so tired. What are you doin at a bar? Can we start a quiz team and do that? We can eat chips with aioli
Jackson: A rapper I like is going to rap. I am out of my element. I am very keen for quizzes
Alice: What rapper? Rapper isn't even in my predictive dictionary. Will i know them?
Jackson: The rappers name is Elzhi. My name is buzz lightyear. I thought my friend was gonna come but now I don't think he is
Alice: He probably will. I feel pleased about this.
Jackson: I feel scared
Alice: You are an eagle

I felt anxious. My right leg was shaking a bit and I had tears in my eyes. Rowan was stuck working on an assignment that was due the next morning. I considered going to hide in the toilets. The DJ was replaced with a VJ. He had good taste but his transitions were sloppy. The videos were projected onto the wall opposite me, so I had a good view. Watching them helped me relax.

I looked up nervously every time someone walked past my couch on their way to the toilets. One guy looked vaguely familiar. He saw me glance at him and walked up to me.
"Big Tom. I knew you were a hip hop fan," he shouted over the music.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"I just didn't know your facebook name was Jackson Nieuw..."
"So whenever you said something I was like..."
"Who is this."
"That's cool man."
There was a short silence and then he walked off and founded a group of people standing right in front of me, blocking my view of the projector. I looked down at my phone. It said that I was on Taranaki street even though I was on Cuba street.

At 11 I stood up and went to the toilet. There was an empty beer bottle balanced on the top of the urinal. The floor was wet, I hoped not with piss. After washing my hands I walked out of the mens room and stood near the stage but separate from the other groups standing around. I waited for the show to start.

There was no opening act. At the end of his set the VJ yelled into the mic, "I'm honoured to introduce, straight from Detroit, Motor City, Elzhi!" Suddenly everyone in the building crowded toward the stage. The room was full but not crowded. I was in a pretty good position, to the left of centre stage, a few rows back from the front.

Elzhi was a confident performer. His breath control and enunciation were very impressive. He rapped without a hypeman and never relied on the crowd to finish his lines (though sometimes he turned the mic on us for effect). The crowd was receptive, seemed to know a good amount of the songs, and Elzhi controlled them well.

He performed the entirety of his new mixtape, Elmatic. Did a few fantastic freestyles (complete with references to New Zealand, Wellington, and people in the crowd). I was disappointed that he didn't do any of his earlier material even when the crowd was yelling for it. He gave a matter of fact encore. Then the show was over. The DJ returned to the stage and started playing Elzhi records. I left quickly and almost stepped on a used condom on the way home

Wednesday, 7 September 2011


travel............. (so relevant)

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Friday, 2 September 2011


In Wellington everything is close together. Unless you live in certain suburbs. I live very close to town and walk everywhere. Recently I have taken to reading as I walk. It seems mildly dangerous. I have almost bumped into a lot of people. One day I was walking along a path on a hill and there was a steep drop to my left. I was seperated from a cliff by a small fence. Thinking back, I realise that if I had lost my balance on the steep hill I could have easily fallen over the railing and been seriously injured. I am a daredevil.

Everyday I visit the library. As I walk there I read. When I arrive I read. As I walk home I read. Today I borrowed a huge pile of comics. I had forgotten to bring my backpack so on my way home I carried the bundle of comics as if it was a baby. Even with my arms busy cradling comics I still read poetry to myself on the walk home. I considered how dangerous it would be to lose yourself in reading while carrying a young child across busy streets. I am a terrible father.

Since I have taken up this habit of reading while walking I have run into many old acquaintances I know through basketball. They greet me and then look at me strangely. "Why is he reading a book?" they are thinking. I don't play basketball anymore. "He's gone soft," they are thinking. They ask me if I still rap. I say, "No. I write poetry now." I am losing my street cred. How do I get my street cred back? Please help me

Thursday, 1 September 2011