You should hear some of John Frusciante's solo work. Especially 'Song To Sing When I'm Lonely'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The single cover of Dani California. Enough said.

In your comments, I wanna know what you guys consider the album of your life, and the song. (No, the song does not have to be from the album).

 

Album of my life: Californication

 

I figured out the difference between my generation and that of my parents. The previous generation thought they knew everything. They'd go to do something, and their parents would tell them not to, but they'd do it anyway and be all like "Oh, looks like we fucked up.". Now, our generation DOES know everything. We go to do something (for example, go to the bunker overnight) and we'll be warned not to do shit we wouldn't do anyway ("Don't start fights with any stoned black people in the city." - "Aw WHAT? There goes my night of fun, retards.")

 

 

*cries* I just missed the Red Hot Chili Peppers Red Light Special on V. THEY HAVE FAGS ALL THE TIME, AND WHEN RHCP COMES ON, MY SISTERS MYSTERIOUSLY  FORGET TO WATCH IT! FAAAARK!

 

Ever played this game called 'The Movies'? You make a film, release it and it makes money for a while, then it stops, and you archive it and release other movies to take its place and make more money. Well, that translates to this space. Blogs are the movies, and comments are the money. (Monies?)

 

 

 

Think about it, yo.

 

You do a line and I'll do a line, honey

You do a line and I'll do a line, babe

You do a line and I'll do a line

After 3 grams, you'll be looking fine

You do a line and I'll do a line, honey.

 

 

You snort 'caine and I'll snort 'caine, honey

You snort 'caine and I'll snort 'caine, babe

You snort 'caine and I'll snort 'caine

We'll get fucked up and make love all day

You snort 'caine and I'll snort 'caine, honey.

 

 

 

 

These are not truly original creations. Just something I made out of existing ones.

Ok, Wikipedia is a little lame. So, from www.redhotchilipeppers.com , here is the OFFICIAL cover of Stadium Arcadium. I don't think you's'll like it. I will.

 

Well, this was a heaps good box social for my 18th. It had everything; live bands, chicks making out with chicks, almost limitless booze, the fuzz, and a good ol' Banyo-style knife-fight afterwards.

 

 

The day started pretty lame, as me and my two brothers had to clean my pad up in preparation for the box social. It only really began when Kelly showed up just a little bit past 1pm. I intro'd her and she was watching TV for a bit as I was doing odd things around the house. After a bit, I showed her my relly relly cool RHCP merchandise and we watched a few RHCP video clips (I believe 'Can't Stop', 'By The Way', 'Universally Speaking', 'Otherside', 'Californication', 'The Zephyr Song', 'Around The World' and (let me just get the case and see...) 'Higher Ground' and 'Suck My Kiss'). She agrees that 'Can't Stop' is the absolute bomb-digetty of film clips (Oh yeah). Then, out came Brady's amp and guitar from the cupboard as well as my RHCP tab books ('Greatest Hits' and 'By The Way'). I forced Joe to do the Californication riff I taught him, and we all played for a couple of hours.

 

Some time later, Michelle had to be dropped at work, so Kraig (my stepdad) took us on a beer run. He bought me a large bottle of Vodka, and I got myself 4 Smirnoff Ice double-blacks. We got home, then went to the servo to get some Lift and some lunch. After eating, we just hung out messing with Joe's Replay tickets for a while, then decided we'd meet Brady and Ken at Maccas. I had a shower and we walked down to Maccas and waited.

 

And waited.

 

Eventually, I called Brady, who said he was late because he didn't account for wind resistance. We waited some more until Ken walked in with Brady, who had his brand new, second-hand bass. Matt rang me up to tell me people had started arriving. So we hurried back a litte bit, dodging puddles and what-not. When we got there, we heard a guitar in the garage. Brady was all like "That better not be my fucking guitar." Sharpie was playing it, so it was all good, since he's played before. From here, Brady, Kelly and I went to the servo again to get more stuff and came back for the party. Matt had SO SKILLFULLY put the album 'Blood Sugar Sex Magik' (Kelly's) to play, so we had some nice tunes playing. Kelly didn't drink much at all (some of my vodka in her Coke or whatever) while I scoffed down my own vodka. After 'Apache Rose Peacock' (I LOVE that song!), we went into the garage to start playing whatever it was we had at the time. FEED... BACK! Anyway, it wasn't long before others joined us, so we cheesed it. When most everyone had gone, Joe came in and some of my friend watched through the window as he attempted to play Californication and Can't Stop.

 

Bit by bit, more people showed up. I talked mostly to Kel, and the garage door was flung open, and while musos were trickling in and out, bands formed for one-time-only performances and broke up again. We walked around the yard for a bit, and someone (Ken, I think) came to inform me that Jaimie and Sam were making out. He made a few videos on his phone. So Jaimie came and talked to me a little after this, and then went with Ken somewhere. Not much was happening. Randoms started showing up. A few of the fight-starters showed up and wanted to come in, to be met with 'Invite Only'. They went peacefully, bless them.

 

Drank some more, got a little pissed. Ma told me that the party was to break up at 0100 hours. At about 0030 hours, some of my sister's (Michelle's) trouble-making friends showed up, and tried to start fighting some people. I'm a little hazy on the details. Seeing this, I grabbed some golf clubs and started to distribute them. At this point, my ma was like "Frank! Put those away, the cops are here!". The fuzz then started to kick some niggers out. After that, I told everyone to fuck off. These friends of my sister's  had already tried to rob the servo nearby, which is why the fuzz came. Fucking DISASTER zone, my place was. My bro disappeared, so I went inside with Brady and Kelly. My sister's (Katie's) friends were piercing their lips, and we watched some TV. After a while, Matt came back.

 

You see, at the park where those two other dudes were stabbed last year, it was something like 12 of my sister's friends vs. 6 of mine. My friends got fucked up for the most part. Byron had a black eye and cut lips. Richard got hit in the skull with a branch or something and Jacob got stabbed in the guts. In the end, though, my sister's friends were anihilated. They were crying and running, and the fuzz were called. Jacob wandered off, clutching his well-slashed guts. As the fuzz went past him, they didn't even stop. Matt was a part of this, but stayed out of the way. He got back and we were all ordered to bed. Brady left and a few of Katie's friends were staying the night, as was Kel. We thought that, rather than go to bed, we'd stay up and talk. We did this for a while, but had to turn the light out when everyone else went to bed. We stayed up, talking in the dark. Our eyes got used to it, and we could sort-of see one another. Then, all of a sudden, we could see each other really well. The fucking sun was coming up. So, at 0530, we decided to sleep. We were back up at about 0830, and by 1015, we were heading at Maccas for some breakfast. Kelly got a couple of hash-browns and a juice, and I waited to get a quarter-pounder and a fucking huge Coke. Then we went home at like 11 and listened to some RHCP. A time later, Aaron and Brady came around for a PBPBF jam. We seriously were not all that and a bag of potato crisps. Kelly left at like 3, and we had enough time to try to practice 'Motoring Along'. Then Brady and Aaron left and here I am.

 

If anyone has any images (mental or otherwise) to share from the party, then please, share these in a comment. Tra.

 

 

Edit - Claire sent me a message at 11:15 this morning. It read "I may have left my pants in ur freezer...". She left her pants in there alright. We soaked them and froze them. There are frozen pants in my freezer. Just thought y'all'd like to know.

I wrote this on the train for my first day of uni. Here 'tis.