Hey, just doing a quick update. Havent done a massive amount really. Ive been mainly busking for money still, and getting my practice in...its working though. Last week, I made $450 thu-sat (plus $30-40 per day before that for rent etc),
This week just gone its been a bit slow, Thursday I only made about $20, but theres a Sexpo on, and it was the cheap ticket day, so probably everyone was at that..Friday was a bit better. I probably made $80-90 bucks altogether, which isnt amazing. But I didnt feel great, and also I ran into a couple of mates from when I was doing my farmwork, which was really cool. They arent staying too far away either..I also got this really weird indian pencil thing, which after getting it, I ran into a really hot girl on the train, whod seen me busking a few times, and wanted to meet up for drinks, I got kissed on the cheek by another hot woman when I was busking, and then got my naked topless lapdance (see below). So i think its some kind of magic charm, which Im NEVER letting go of! :P
Yesterday night (sat) was pretty good. Not only did I make around the $230+ busking, I got a topless lapdance (can I get a hell yeah!), a pair of comedy glasses, and a cookie voucher! It was also this french girl called Carine's leaving party, so I went to the Sail and Anchor (a really cool pub that sells loads of homebrew ales etc) and stuck around there for a few hours. It was a really good night actually.
Today I was going to go to Cottesloe beach, but the weather heard me. earlier 26c, unbroken sunshine. AS SOON as I said I was going to the beach, 21c and it looks like its going to chuck it down with rain. Great. Thank you weather. :) Still, its pretty good. Ill probably grab a few beers, watch some TV and try my hand at more busking later. See what happens! Ill also go around a few of the pubs and get some gigs booked. Ive got one next friday at this pub called the swan..
Oh, also. Amazing bluegrass band called The Seals. Shit name, good band. I came across them (double bass, mandolin, gweetarr, and banjo) busking acoustic on the street. Theyre playing wed / thurs so ill check em out there!)
Sunday 29 May 2011
Friday 13 May 2011
Wednesday 11 May 2011
*sings* LAAAAST NIGHT..Well. This week. :)
Hello! Another quick update. This week im still busking, but im getting better and better. It started off a few weeks ago, where Id just scrape enough together for rent. Now im getting more and more money. Not millions yet, but getting there. $45 on monday, and $37ish tuesday and wednesday, Which is pretty good! Ive also got a gig booked for Saturday, so yes. Things are looking up!
On other news, it was my mate Ben's Birthday yesterday, so after busking and getting a bottle of Sparkling wine for him, and a bottle of wine for me (AND food, AND rent. So I must have earnt more than $37). We started drinking at the hostel. Two of the girls, Nancy and Shannon baked a cake for him in the shape of two breasts, and yes. Then we started drinking.
After half the night, the woman who works at the hostel poured away half my wine, because im not supposed to drink my own stuff in the hostel, and whereas most of the people got thiers put in the fridge, I got mine tipped away, because I jokingly said (forgetting that Aussies bizarrely dont get Sarcasm either) 'Aaawwwww...Mum! Your evil! pah!' and she took it to heart. Went to grab it later, and she was like 'Well! Im just showing you how evil I can be' I was like 'what?? Seriously? I didnt actually mean...oh, forget it!'. Bit annoying because probably 25mins of my heart and soul went into that glass. I didnt particularly care about the wine because theres plenty of people I could borrow some off. Im thinking of getting my $27 rent today, and getting it changed into 5c peices at the bank, just because I think it would be quite funny. Maybe I wont though. Anything for an easy life! :P
So anyways, apart from that little incident we all went to the old Roundhouse, overlooking the sea, and I was playing gweetar and chatting. It was really good. Ha, took a turn for the worse when all the sprinklers turned on about Midnight and SOAKED everyone. It was quite funny. I dont think ive ever seen a bunch of people move so fast in my life. So we moved round the corner anyways, and carried on with the guitar and chatting etc. It was a pretty good night!
I also met my first Norwegian women ever, and learnt my 1st phrases.
Ha, one is Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Med sin lille catt. Lever-e sin-e brev han (x3).
The other is Du e itj saa vaerst du - Which I think translates to something like You arent that bad, you.
Anyways, that was last night. Im just off out to try and busk again, and see where the world takes me! Ill keep you posted!
On other news, it was my mate Ben's Birthday yesterday, so after busking and getting a bottle of Sparkling wine for him, and a bottle of wine for me (AND food, AND rent. So I must have earnt more than $37). We started drinking at the hostel. Two of the girls, Nancy and Shannon baked a cake for him in the shape of two breasts, and yes. Then we started drinking.
After half the night, the woman who works at the hostel poured away half my wine, because im not supposed to drink my own stuff in the hostel, and whereas most of the people got thiers put in the fridge, I got mine tipped away, because I jokingly said (forgetting that Aussies bizarrely dont get Sarcasm either) 'Aaawwwww...Mum! Your evil! pah!' and she took it to heart. Went to grab it later, and she was like 'Well! Im just showing you how evil I can be' I was like 'what?? Seriously? I didnt actually mean...oh, forget it!'. Bit annoying because probably 25mins of my heart and soul went into that glass. I didnt particularly care about the wine because theres plenty of people I could borrow some off. Im thinking of getting my $27 rent today, and getting it changed into 5c peices at the bank, just because I think it would be quite funny. Maybe I wont though. Anything for an easy life! :P
So anyways, apart from that little incident we all went to the old Roundhouse, overlooking the sea, and I was playing gweetar and chatting. It was really good. Ha, took a turn for the worse when all the sprinklers turned on about Midnight and SOAKED everyone. It was quite funny. I dont think ive ever seen a bunch of people move so fast in my life. So we moved round the corner anyways, and carried on with the guitar and chatting etc. It was a pretty good night!
I also met my first Norwegian women ever, and learnt my 1st phrases.
Ha, one is Postman Pat. Postman Pat. Med sin lille catt. Lever-e sin-e brev han (x3).
The other is Du e itj saa vaerst du - Which I think translates to something like You arent that bad, you.
Anyways, that was last night. Im just off out to try and busk again, and see where the world takes me! Ill keep you posted!
Saturday 7 May 2011
Busking
Just a quick update! After spending the last few days trying to scrape by, since the worlds most crazy night on wednesday, I went out with Josh, another fellow busker and all round good bloke from the hostel earlier, and borrowed his guitar and amp for a bit of busking...
We went into Northridge again, this time avoiding all evil guitar stealing types, and sat down, taking it in turns to do a few songs each. WHILST millions of the worlds most stunning women passed by, dressed in practically nothing. I managed to make $80, a bag of chips and a waffle in 2hrs. Bringing todays total up to $100. Which gets me up to date on the rent, AND with a bit of money left over for some sort of debauchery (ie. A new phone because i lost mine).
So yeah, not bad! The only fail is that I didnt capitize on a dirty KFC at the end of the night! :)
We went into Northridge again, this time avoiding all evil guitar stealing types, and sat down, taking it in turns to do a few songs each. WHILST millions of the worlds most stunning women passed by, dressed in practically nothing. I managed to make $80, a bag of chips and a waffle in 2hrs. Bringing todays total up to $100. Which gets me up to date on the rent, AND with a bit of money left over for some sort of debauchery (ie. A new phone because i lost mine).
So yeah, not bad! The only fail is that I didnt capitize on a dirty KFC at the end of the night! :)
Friday 6 May 2011
Random update...
...I havent actually got anything to say, apart from keep clicking those ads! Ive got $7.60 so far. Its up to you people to make me rich! :P
(god i love selling my soul for advertising)
Wednesday 4 May 2011
What. The. F***?!!?
Okay, im writing this hot off the press (still pretty drunk / mostly shell shocked!).
Basically, today I went busking this afternoon, got a bus to perth, which was randomly free, because a Ship crashed into the railway bridge, and went to see my friends Grez and Reece from Red Cliffs, which was cool...
Whilst there, i met one of the two 'Fucking German Girls' who id met in Melbourne in September, and mostly forgotton about, but who hadnt forgotton about me. So i slide in with a few of my german chat up lines...."Deine Mutter Arbeitet auf den Fishmarkt. Als Gestank" (Your mother works down the fishmarket, as the smell). and Deine Mutter Schwetze Mayo. (Your mother Sweats mayo").
Then I told her she needs to teach me some good german, because I only know the BAD stuff, and she says "No. I LOVE the bad stuff. Ill teach you how to say "I want your ....... Across" Okay, theres kids reading. Suffice to say, it was a massive come-on, but i didnt have any money to go out, so I half ignored it, and then the rest of the guys got me far far FAR too wasted on their beer for me playing a few songs over and over on guitar.
So Long story Shorter, I dont know who the random number is who goes on about some real fun, but random stuff on my phone. Sorry, who is this, im fairly drunk. Dont get you. "Who was talking to you earlier, who likes talking dirty". STILL no idea, because im proper f**ked. "GERMAN GIRL????? LIKES TALKING DIRTY?????? MET LAST YEAR!!!!".
Yes. As an utter retard, and massively properly drunk I STILL have no idea, although after several hours of not drinking I missed out on the opportunity. Which properly sucks. Im such a Gimp.
Because of that, I miss my last train home, and get myself pretty disorientated. But im in some park nearby the train station, where I can wait the few hours until the trains start running again.
THEN a bunch of abbos come along, one old bloke, who was really cool, and pretty good at the guitar, playing it upside down, Hendrix Stylee. And a load of his family (he was the uncle) who were idiots. So this bloke has my guitar, and is playing it pretty well, but the rest were idiots, but drinking their stuff, and were talking, so everythings cool...
...then this irish bloke called Patrick comes up, and starts chatting too. Then I need a piss, and patrick wants to get some Buckfast, which he has loads off, as some crazy business deal to sell back to people at a profit, so we sort of combine efforts, and I stupidly leave my guitar with the abbos, and Patrick leaves.
I go for a piss, then realise that leaving my guitar with them is a stupid idea. So go back, and the guitars gone. Patrick gets 2 bottles of buckfast. By the time we've come back, theres no sign of my guitar or ANYTHING. which royally sucks, because thats my only source of income at the moment. So Patrick decedides to help, and we start going up a street to see if we can find the people. Then two of the "family" pop out of the woodwork. Patrick is a bit ahead anyways, and im behind thinking "okay, this could be dodgy, whats happening here". Next thing I know Patrick gets bottled on the side of his head, and these two t*****s run off,because i was too far back to be of any help. By this time we've drank a bottle and a half of buckfast, which didnt really help. But tasted nice. And was pretty much the only trade off for my guitar. I say nice. By nice i mean 'like death'. :)
So there this Patrick bloke is bleeding, there I am, not knowing whats going on. So we walk back, and then a few people who knew patrick walked past, and come to help us. At which time I realise all my stuff is in the guitar case (money phone, etc), so i now have NO money. AT ALL. And then amassive bouncer type members of the family come out of the woodwork, and start shadowing us.
Im Bricking it, because my phones gone too. (I found the Sim Card in the gutter but not the phone), because were blatently about to get killed. We dont, because. I dont know why. I think it might be because ive got a photo of the Abbo family, and one of them gave the address so i could send it all to the police. When i get my phone fixed. so ive got enough information to incriminate a few of them. but they all get in real close, and then fuck off. Im still bricking it.
Then after going down to the end of this side street we were sort of forced down with some people from the original hostel, they fuck off. But this blokes back where he started with my guitar, going 'here it is. I was just looking after it for you'. Which slightly restored my faith in humanity. My moneys gone, and so is my phone, so ive got to work double hard today to pay the rent.
I get my train stop wondering if it was really necessery to have such a massive dump of karma for missing out on some obvious sex. I mean, i deserved it, but WTF??!!!
What. A. Fecking. Night.
Im going to bed. Ill worry about now having to busk 2 days money in -3 hours later. Because I can.
Basically, today I went busking this afternoon, got a bus to perth, which was randomly free, because a Ship crashed into the railway bridge, and went to see my friends Grez and Reece from Red Cliffs, which was cool...
Whilst there, i met one of the two 'Fucking German Girls' who id met in Melbourne in September, and mostly forgotton about, but who hadnt forgotton about me. So i slide in with a few of my german chat up lines...."Deine Mutter Arbeitet auf den Fishmarkt. Als Gestank" (Your mother works down the fishmarket, as the smell). and Deine Mutter Schwetze Mayo. (Your mother Sweats mayo").
Then I told her she needs to teach me some good german, because I only know the BAD stuff, and she says "No. I LOVE the bad stuff. Ill teach you how to say "I want your ....... Across" Okay, theres kids reading. Suffice to say, it was a massive come-on, but i didnt have any money to go out, so I half ignored it, and then the rest of the guys got me far far FAR too wasted on their beer for me playing a few songs over and over on guitar.
So Long story Shorter, I dont know who the random number is who goes on about some real fun, but random stuff on my phone. Sorry, who is this, im fairly drunk. Dont get you. "Who was talking to you earlier, who likes talking dirty". STILL no idea, because im proper f**ked. "GERMAN GIRL????? LIKES TALKING DIRTY?????? MET LAST YEAR!!!!".
Yes. As an utter retard, and massively properly drunk I STILL have no idea, although after several hours of not drinking I missed out on the opportunity. Which properly sucks. Im such a Gimp.
Because of that, I miss my last train home, and get myself pretty disorientated. But im in some park nearby the train station, where I can wait the few hours until the trains start running again.
THEN a bunch of abbos come along, one old bloke, who was really cool, and pretty good at the guitar, playing it upside down, Hendrix Stylee. And a load of his family (he was the uncle) who were idiots. So this bloke has my guitar, and is playing it pretty well, but the rest were idiots, but drinking their stuff, and were talking, so everythings cool...
...then this irish bloke called Patrick comes up, and starts chatting too. Then I need a piss, and patrick wants to get some Buckfast, which he has loads off, as some crazy business deal to sell back to people at a profit, so we sort of combine efforts, and I stupidly leave my guitar with the abbos, and Patrick leaves.
I go for a piss, then realise that leaving my guitar with them is a stupid idea. So go back, and the guitars gone. Patrick gets 2 bottles of buckfast. By the time we've come back, theres no sign of my guitar or ANYTHING. which royally sucks, because thats my only source of income at the moment. So Patrick decedides to help, and we start going up a street to see if we can find the people. Then two of the "family" pop out of the woodwork. Patrick is a bit ahead anyways, and im behind thinking "okay, this could be dodgy, whats happening here". Next thing I know Patrick gets bottled on the side of his head, and these two t*****s run off,because i was too far back to be of any help. By this time we've drank a bottle and a half of buckfast, which didnt really help. But tasted nice. And was pretty much the only trade off for my guitar. I say nice. By nice i mean 'like death'. :)
So there this Patrick bloke is bleeding, there I am, not knowing whats going on. So we walk back, and then a few people who knew patrick walked past, and come to help us. At which time I realise all my stuff is in the guitar case (money phone, etc), so i now have NO money. AT ALL. And then amassive bouncer type members of the family come out of the woodwork, and start shadowing us.
Im Bricking it, because my phones gone too. (I found the Sim Card in the gutter but not the phone), because were blatently about to get killed. We dont, because. I dont know why. I think it might be because ive got a photo of the Abbo family, and one of them gave the address so i could send it all to the police. When i get my phone fixed. so ive got enough information to incriminate a few of them. but they all get in real close, and then fuck off. Im still bricking it.
Then after going down to the end of this side street we were sort of forced down with some people from the original hostel, they fuck off. But this blokes back where he started with my guitar, going 'here it is. I was just looking after it for you'. Which slightly restored my faith in humanity. My moneys gone, and so is my phone, so ive got to work double hard today to pay the rent.
I get my train stop wondering if it was really necessery to have such a massive dump of karma for missing out on some obvious sex. I mean, i deserved it, but WTF??!!!
What. A. Fecking. Night.
Im going to bed. Ill worry about now having to busk 2 days money in -3 hours later. Because I can.
Sunday 1 May 2011
फुक्क माय यार. थिस थिंग व्रितेस इन हिंदी.
OR F*** my ear, this thing writes in Hindi.
Anyways, after that revelation, Im just doing a quick update for the past few days. After working late nights (8am-1030pm) the last few nights i decided to take a few days off from reality, and after chilling out down the beach on saturday, and meeting a cool group of people down there, I came back and got pretty damn pissed. A load of people from the hostel went to this Lookout place with a Cannon on it, looking out over the ocean (Which some crazy tramp reliably informed us that the thing was put there to fend off a Russian attack in the cold war. One cannon. Russia. Riiight. I THINK that he may have had one too many shots of meths personally). It was pretty cool I had a bag of goon, which i managed to polish most of it off, before trying to (and failing) start a dance-off. On recollection I should have pulled out some of my finest moves, like the worm, or the aeroplane. But alas, i was far too wasted for that and just flopped around like an idiot instead! :P
Then yesterday I spent alot of the day recovering, before going down to the beach again with a couple of mates (paul and james) from the hostel for a bit of a jamming session on the ol' gweetar. That was pretty sweet. Came back, watched a film then passed out! :P
Then today, to add a bit of culture to my trip over here, I went for a walk around the central park today (the largest inner city park in the world no less...woooo!) which was nice. Then I went around the Art Gallery, and the Museum. The art Gallery was pretty good. There was a section which the Year 12 art classes from the city did, with some stunning art in which was really good. The museum was fairly cool, with a really good ACDC section, with some really interesting stuff like letters that Bon Scott, and Angus Young had sent to thier girlfriends / family members etc.
So yes, that was cool. Then tonight im probably going to do a bit more busking, then. well, then i dont know. See where the world takes me....
Anyways, after that revelation, Im just doing a quick update for the past few days. After working late nights (8am-1030pm) the last few nights i decided to take a few days off from reality, and after chilling out down the beach on saturday, and meeting a cool group of people down there, I came back and got pretty damn pissed. A load of people from the hostel went to this Lookout place with a Cannon on it, looking out over the ocean (Which some crazy tramp reliably informed us that the thing was put there to fend off a Russian attack in the cold war. One cannon. Russia. Riiight. I THINK that he may have had one too many shots of meths personally). It was pretty cool I had a bag of goon, which i managed to polish most of it off, before trying to (and failing) start a dance-off. On recollection I should have pulled out some of my finest moves, like the worm, or the aeroplane. But alas, i was far too wasted for that and just flopped around like an idiot instead! :P
Then yesterday I spent alot of the day recovering, before going down to the beach again with a couple of mates (paul and james) from the hostel for a bit of a jamming session on the ol' gweetar. That was pretty sweet. Came back, watched a film then passed out! :P
Then today, to add a bit of culture to my trip over here, I went for a walk around the central park today (the largest inner city park in the world no less...woooo!) which was nice. Then I went around the Art Gallery, and the Museum. The art Gallery was pretty good. There was a section which the Year 12 art classes from the city did, with some stunning art in which was really good. The museum was fairly cool, with a really good ACDC section, with some really interesting stuff like letters that Bon Scott, and Angus Young had sent to thier girlfriends / family members etc.
So yes, that was cool. Then tonight im probably going to do a bit more busking, then. well, then i dont know. See where the world takes me....
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