Aunty goes bogan
I don't sleep well. Never have. I consider it to be a good night's sleep when I get four consecutive hours in. Because of this, when I go to bed, I leave the telly on one of the music stations or the 'cable' radio stations, so that I have something to listen to when I wake up. Last night, I left the telly on ABC to listen to Rage.
It would seem that last night was the official Night Of The Bogan; f'rinstrance, right now Cold Chisel is playing. Some other 'highlights' include Suzi Quatro, Motley Crue, Poison, Ozzie Osbourne, Alice Cooper and the gods of Boganology - The Radiators.
Of course, they also played my first crush - The Runaways, with Cherie Curie strutting around in her lingerie, made me feel young again.
I'm going to work.
Stop Press: The Angels are now playing.
posted by Dirk at 1:26 am
12 Comments:
Wasn't it great! hehe Of course, they also had some modern bogans in there as well, like Jet and The Datsuns and The Donnas. I missed the Rads (I will admit to buying their "Best of" album a few months ago though). Ahhhhh... makes me all warm... oh hang on, maybe it was just all that flannelette :)
groovy :-)
Right after I turned the 'pooter off they played acca dacca and then, if not the actual gods of boganology, then certainly the archangels, Rose Tattoo. I remember at a Rose Tattoo show in 1980 something at the Astrodome in Traralgon a guy doing the Latrobe Valley Headbanging dance head-butted the front of the stage so hard that he knocked himself out. Nobody else noticed.
Hooch,
didn't hear Jet, thankfully. I've only ever heard one song of theirs worth listening to and I've heard enough of it. Big fan of the Datsuns though, surprising they can even breathe in those jeans, though. I want to marry the Donnas, sorry I missed them, they are the female Ramones (who also got a play, obvious song choice, certainly not their best. In fact most of the songs were obvious 'skim the playlist until you see something familiar' picks. Sad, really.
Adie,
it would appear that we are in good company.
Rat,
I think the word you are looking for is 'ace'.
Yeah, I can cop the criticism of Jet... for some reason the songs of theirs I like least are the ones that get the most airplay. But I still think they're fun (and preferable to the multitude of gangsta-rappin-mo-fo-in-generic-rnbers that seem to clog the music programs).
I saw the Datsuns at the last BDO and man!! apart from being fantastic, they're jeans were even tighter than we believed possible!
My favourite award for tight jeans will still go to Tex Perkins, who I saw in the very early 90s at the Jet Club, and his jeans were so tight that his fly would not stay up. I cannot think of him without thinking of his crotch. Or something...
Adie,
I'm what's known in clinician's circles as 'a shallow bastard'. If you're there and have interconnecting body parts and there is beer, I'll want to marry you, eventually.
Hooch,
I've got a couple of Cruel Sea albums and some Beasts of Bourbon, but I've never caught Tex live. One thing I have noticed is the fact that his local supermarket apparently doesn't sell shampoo.
Or conditioner.
Not all of us are obsessed with crotches.
Isn't that an ugly word?
'Crotch' that is.
CC was my first crush too. 1976. Cherrie almost flashing a tasteful glimpse of tit. Sexy.
Tony,
apart from being sex on legs, CC also introduced me, via a cover of 'Rock and Roll' on their album, to Lou Reed and thence to The Velvet Underground.
I think I was the only kid at Mirboo North High who had even heard of them.
Ditto here with the small town. I'm pretty sure I was the only person up in Wickham (in the Pilbara) who knew about the VU.
Tony,
Wicham's a mining town isn't it/
You know there's a pub in BrisVegas called The Wickham?
They do a different kind of drilling there.
Yep. Wickham's the port town for Robe River. They mine iron ore.
I've been past the Brizroy Wickham. Classy joint by the look of things.
Tony,
the wickham is very classy indeed, if you prefer the company of gentlemen.
Don't be harsh, Dirk. Gentlemen who prefer gentlemen always dress well.
Of course, I am sitting here in fully butch tatty trackys.
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