BOO!

Miami Horror swept into, (dun dun dun) Miami, last Wednesday night and proved that, actually, the band has absolutely no beef with the city. Benjamin Plant, keyboardist and Australian mastermind behind the funky electro band, likes the USA ahellofalot, and colorful, hot Miami is no exception- which became quite clear when the skinny Melbourne-based foursome took up the stage at LIV.


It was a good night, filled with drunken falls on slippery glittering floors, Melbourne club bashing, and a Rome-bought red jumpsuit worn by yours truly.

When the Fountainbleau's valet pulled up A.'s green mustang at 5 in the morning, we weren't sure what was more Horrific: my 9 AM class, or her 12 PM job interview.



OLB

wor(l)dliness

I like words.
I like shaping words. I like controlling them.
I like putting that word in front of that one, because it will sound prettier or perhaps more severe.
I like words the way some may like numbers. I can add them up or divide them, make them adhere to any equation I want.
I like letters the way some may like colors. I can't really explain it, but 'a' could be green and 'b' blue, and then I know where to place them according to their separate hue.
Some say they would rather use bricks to construct- I prefer to use syllables. I don't doubt the power of clay, nor wood, nor metal - but I cannot pretend to believe that words are not more likely to stand the test of time.
Surely, words will last longer than any tangible thing?
A word pyramid will not be affected by the constant wear of wind and rain. A word pyramid is sturdy, will not budge, will not fall underneath the rubble natural phenomenons can so unexpectedly create.
Paragraphs are like endurable shelters for what men have deemed most important to protect.
Only men have the power to create and destroy words, and then, to destroy them is much harder than to build them up. The same could not be said about things: this is not true of buildings; nor sculptures or paintings- but with words, I would find it most true; wouldn't you?



All that said, I do appreciate a good picture.

"I have a rendez-vous with Death
At some disputed barricade"
SEEGER









OLB.

neon nights + high-tech flights

In true nomadic form, my first post hails from 40,000 ft above all of your ant-sized heads.

Yes.

Last year, 2009 delivered some more sci-fi shit, when WiFi became available on all Delta flights across the U.S.

Where I'm flying as I type this, is NYC. I will be there for exactly 3 hours, and the only sightseeing I will manage is a tour of the JFK Delta Sky Club.

(They serve free drinks, which is why I keep coming back.)

Next stop is Nice, France. A sunny little paradise humans have dubbed La Cote d'Azur.

And an azur paradise it truly is (see exhibit A:)

St. Paul de Vence, 2009

My shirt in the previous photo boldly proclaims in french: "Except for this tee, I had nothing to wear." That was, embarrassingly enough, probably true of that specific day. I do tend to run out of clothes- there being nomadic themselves. ( I have fractions of my clothing in two different states and three different countries. It. is. a. nightmare. ) However, for this trip, I have packed very carefully as to avoid that humiliating fate again. Which is actually a complete lie.

Last night, my number one lady and I sat drinking rosé on our balcony, overlooking downtown Miami; and when I finally realized that, Shit, I needed to pack, the rosé had already worked its magic: pitifully weakened my organizational skills.

Speaking of downtown- it's actually got a very cool skyline, if you've never ventured to Miami and experienced its bright lights. Our balcony does a pretty good job at exemplifying this:

A + I on said balcony overlooking said skyline

I have sadly not yet fully explored Downtown MIA, but I did venture out to a Golden Filter show the other week-end, at the local warehouse/club/venue Grand Central. It was a very last-minute affair, and like all of those spontaneous adventures, turned out most pleasingly. A. and I were a bit stumped upon entering the very spaced out Grand Central with its barely there crowd, but soon, things took an unexpected turn for the best. (I'm telling you, these last-minute things are always worth the risk.)

Golden Filter finally came on stage - which had a large part to do with why things were suddenly so groovy - and my first thought was how intricate the light show was. Although we were in Downtown Miami, off of Miami Ave., we could have been at the most revered venue on downtown Mars. Seriously. Blue, pink, green, orange, purple- any color you could possibly want to stare at whilst drinking your vodka grapefruit and listening to happy-go-lucky music was bouncing out in front of us, as Golden Filter's Penelope Trappes sang her version of "(These Are a Few of) My Favorite Things."

Golden Filter 8/2010

The show went smoothly onwards after that; not only was it the perfect balance between 70s disco pop and upbeat modern electro- Trappes actually has that kind of really smooth, yummy voice you just can't get enough of. The band's cheerful tunes gave the perfect feel for Grand Central's rainbow colored array of lights circling the dancing fans. Cheered on by the disco party atmosphere, I found myself ordering a secondthirdfourth vodka grapefruit, and by the time The Golden Filter had put their electric genius to rest, my only regret was that I wouldn't stumble out onto the streets of Mars!

OLB