tales from an ordinary world

1999-02-20

I've just been cleaning the kitchen floor. You heard me. It's Saturday night, and I'm cleaning the fucking kitchen floor. Can you tell I'm bored ?

I was still in a bit of a shitty mood after some work crap on friday arvo, so I stomped around the city a bit and ended up visiting Peril Underground for the first time in a while. I had a listen to another Muslimgauze CD - In the band's usual political manner, this one's called Salaam Alekum, Bastard, and in the liner notes it says "Dedicated to the invisible hands of revenge". Hrm. If you get the opportunity to have a listen to anything by Muslimgauze, I can recommend it - even if you don't agree with the politics, it's still really good music - nice percussion, a lot of middle-eastern sounds, and interesting samples. Bryn Jones has put out more stuff than either The Fall or Ed Kuepper, which is no mean feat.

Mid-arvo, I called Ana to see what she was up to - we haven't been doing a hell of a lot lately (it doesn't seem like she's been all that interested, but I probably haven't been pushing or trying hard enough), so I thought I should say hi and see if she wanted to do anything. Nice idea, but she was in Sydney, having done one of those mystery flights with a friend. I'm pretty sure I'd mentioned to her a week or two back that I was thinking of doing one of these mystery flight things. Oh well. I called up one or two other random friends I hadn't seen or heard much from in a while, but they were all busy too. I'd got home a bit earlier than usual for a Saturday, so I wandered out to JB Hi-Fi to try and find a few more CDs. No luck, but on the way Raoul Records called me to say that the Style Council boxed set I'd ordered 2 months ago (as an extra christmas present for my sister) had finally arrived, so I went all the way over to St Kilda to pick it up. I poked my head into a bookshop, but found no joy.

So here I am. Saturday night, and in the absence of anything better to do, I figured it was about time I cleaned the kitchen floor. I feel better having done at least something useful today. In the middle of all this, my mobile rang. I was so psyched into the Domestic Thang that my brain had dribbled out my ears, and when the person asked for Ana, I went straight into answering machine mode, saying "I'm sorry, she's not here right now, can I take a message ?", rather than saying "um, like, she's not here at all." Oops. I called her phone, feeling a tad guilty about interrupting her a second time, but I got diverted to her MessageBank so I just left a message. If I can keep this up, I might be able to change careers and become a secretary. Dunno if I could cope with shaving my legs tho'.

Hmm. After poking about on the Muslimgauze web pages a bit more, I note that Bryn Jones died on January the 14th - the memorials page tells more. What with my grandfather passing away on January the 11th, and David McComb (of the Triffids et al) on February the 2nd (read his memorial page too), this isn't such a good year for the people I've looked up to...