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Sitting at GrodsHQ in Brunswick this afternoon, listening to the sounds of the Big Day Out floating up the road from Princess Park, The Editor has been forced to reflect on how so not the kids he is any more. A couple of days ago the Triple J Hottest 100 was released and Ed can’t recognise half the songs in the top ten, let alone recognise half the bands. Back in the day The Editor was a hardcore Triple J listener who religiously tuned into the annual Hottest 100 broadcast after lodging as many votes as possible. In fact, the last time Ed really paid attention to the Hottest 100 was in 2000 while he was at the last Big Day Out he attended.
It was Sydney. It was sold out. The Editor had spent days bidding for tickets on Ebay and finally secured a lone ticket (bad luck housemate Robbie) for some ridiculous price like $160. He got inside and met a friend. Within 30 minutes he’d lost that friend and there was no mobile phone backup. A long day was spent in the main arena sucking down overpriced beers and watching the Hottest 100 results flashed up onto the big screen. Towards the end of the afternoon Ed secured a prime spot on top of a large rubbish bin (he’s a small fella, The Editor) in preparation for the Red Hot Chili Peppers who were headlining that year. Making friends with some other dude who liked the bin posse, Ed could finally go for pee and bar trips without losing his seat. The Chili Peppers came on. They sucked (The RHCP haven’t made a good album since One Hot Minute). The concert finished. Ed jumped off the rubbish bin to leave and fell heavily on his ankle, tearing a ligament. For some reason he decided to try and walk home since he couldn’t get a cab (Homebush to Rozelle is a long, long way). A couple of hours and a street-side nap later Ed managed to get a cab, the driver of which was studying homeopathy and administered some anti-inflammatory pills. Sweet, sweet drunken sleep. The next morning The Editor woke fully dressed and slightly dazed. He stepped out of bed, completely forgetting his ankle, and the screaming made housemate Robbie run into the bedroom ready to beat crap out of a house intruder.
What happened to The Editor between the early and late 20s? Now he’s a committed 3PBS man who subscribes to the symphony orchestra and likes electronic jazz. People walk up to him, stare, and say “you’ve changed.”
As you were.
GrodsThink Ep.29 (26/8/08)
Monday 30 January 2006, 2:26 pm #petal
I wasn’t far from you and the sounds were coming our way loud and clear. I kept listening out to see if I could recognise Iggy Pop - but they ALLLLLL sounded like Iggy Pop! Thank God they finished at 10pm, that’s all I can say (have to go to bed early, after all)
Wednesday 1 February 2006, 9:57 am #billybob
I hear you man. I was watching some dodgy Saturday morning TV show the other week and they were raving on about how good Wolfmother are. I’m like… who? Listened to their CD, they are pretty good, but nothing revolutionary. Kids today!!!
Thursday 2 February 2006, 9:22 am #DrJimbo
Finger Pulse
Thursday 2 February 2006, 9:29 am #DrJimbo
Dammit, my hilarious ASCII diagram implying that your finger is nowhere near the pulse didn’t work.
While you were at home last nite (listening to “electronic jazz” no doubt) and smoking a pipe with your slippers on, TAC and myself were at the Prince bandroom seeing M.I.A. On a school nite no less….
Thursday 2 February 2006, 1:10 pm #The Amy Commission
Isn’t electronic jazz just another way of saying wanky cafe music? Good thing you’ve gotten out of the business, Ed.
Thursday 2 February 2006, 1:33 pm #jLo
DrJimbo and TAC, you guys are hard core.
Thursday 2 February 2006, 1:47 pm #DrJimbo
We keep it real…
Friday 3 February 2006, 10:11 am #The Editor
Who the fuck are M.I.A.? Ding ding.
Friday 3 February 2006, 12:44 pm #billybob
Robin: “Gosh, if I could just figure out that riddle. Why can’t I get it?”
Batman: “Maybe your mind’s on that cute little teenager who waved to you on the way across town, eh?”
Robin: “Awww, come on, Batman.”