And I Was One Dollar Short

A couple of weeks ago I did a very quick trip up to Sydney. Reason: to see one of my favourite bands from back in my school days reform for a gig.

There was squealing involved.

The day threw into vast relief how very Gen Y my friends and I are, and how very Gen Z most of the other festival-goers were. I don't often have a chance to feel old - in fact, I quite regularly have the words, "You'd be too young to remember that" said to me. That's what happens when you're the youngest in a workplace - people lord their knowledge of ad jingles from the 80's over you. You just wait, 80's people... you just wait. One day I'll have an enviable knowledge of jingles. Then you'll be sorry.

Anyway, on the day:

Gen Y: Suitably attired for the scorching heat in singlets, tee-shirts and shorts.
Gen Z: Scantily attired in teeny, tiny, little itty bitty shorts and midriff tops. 90's outfits worn in an ironic fashion. Bumbags included.

Gen Y: Maintaining a moderate level of hydration with lots of bottles of water.
Gen Z: Getting drunk.

Gen Y: Applying sunscreen when sitting in the sun.
Gen Z: Getting drunk.

Gen Y: Reclining in the shade when possible, to try and stave away sunstroke.
Gen Z: Getting drunk.

I had a few soap-box moments when I wondered if their parents knew what they were doing, and then I remembered that I'm not 70. Not that there's anything wrong with being 70.

The band that we had gone specifically to see was One Dollar Short. They are a band that I saw quite a few times back in the day. My first mosh-pit was at one of their gigs, and their songs formed the soundtrack for much of those angsty adolescent days.

Their set was unreal. My friend and I kept turning to each other and screaming the lyrics, and really getting into it. They sang the old favourites, and were just all around brilliant.

And then the coolest thing happened.

A couple of hours after their set, we bumped into the lead singer, Scott. We spoke to him. We got photos with him. We gushed at him. And he dealt with it all exceptionally well.

I may even have uttered the words, "I flew from Tasmania to see you!"

I know that I'm cool.

Playing Pretend

I'm hoping that if I pretend hard enough, the rain and dismal weather will go away, and it'll all become a sunny afternoon.

It's A Cover-Up

I'm a sucker for song covers. I can't help but bop along to songs that I already know the words to, but that have that new sound to them. Old songs done in a punk style are my favourites, but there are a few others that I totally dig. I thought I'd share a few with you, so that you can start off the weekend in a boppy mood too.

Me First and The Gimme Gimmes are one of my all-time favourite bands. They ONLY do punk covers of songs, and pretty much every single one is rad. The don't limit themselves to covering only one style though - they've covered Dolly Parton, Stevie Wonder, Cat Stevens, Boys II Men, and Blondie, just to name a few. My love of the band is also not hurt by the fact that I want to marry Spike Slawson. He might run kind of funny, but he sure is purdy.

As well as being an awesome cover, this is one of my favourite video clips. I actually quite like Kelly Clarkson anyway (But shhhh. Don't tell anybody - it's my shameful secret) and when I came across this band I nearly wet myself with excitement. Cover + metal band + amusing video parody = a very happy girl.

My friend tipped me off to this chick, and she's crazy good. This is probably my fave of her songs, but she also does some great covers of Incubus and Kings Of Leon.

And one last one for the old-school Sesame Street fans out there. This may either amuse you or traumatise you - it's 50/50.

Are you bopping now? Are you ready for the weekend? Or did that last video just make you cry? If so, go have a nice lay down and a hot drink, and you'll be good to go in an hour or two.