Current word count, as at 10 November 2016: 23,092/50,000 words. I’m doing way better on word count this time around, as compared to previous years. It’s quite exciting!(more…)
[Note: contains some gory / horror themes for the more sensitive viewers!]
Dream within a dream
But I’m not afraid of this illusion
Still inside my head
Take me there
Just take my hand
And help me fly
Try to understand…”
Less than 48 hours remain until I finally get to see the mighty Italian goth-metal band Lacuna Coil live in concert on their Delirium world tour!
I awoke this morning to find that the crazy storm that ripped through Melbourne last night knocked the neighbours’ conifer tree over, and it fell right through one of their cars before landing halfway across the fence. The State Emergency Service cleaned up most of it last night, but it wasn’t until I opened the curtains this morning that I realised the top quarter of the tree has taken up residence right on top of our landlords’ nicely landscaped garden. I’ve sent off the photos and emails to the agents who manage the property and am awaiting their advice. But I don’t want to spend the whole day anxiously ruminating and time is running out for my NaNo plans. Normally by October I want, at the very least, a vague plot for my NaNoWriMo story. I already have the Hallowe’en decorations out and no workable story yet. Hopefully the looming pressure of the self-imposed deadline will fire up my creative gears.
I stumbled across this live concert video of Lacuna Coil and really enjoyed it. I’ll be seeing them live in concert later in 2016 when they tour Australia, and I can’t wait. I have been obsessed with Lacuna Coil from the first moment I saw the “Within Me” video clip… Which I’ve probably already shared here (I have definitely shared it on my Facebook more times than reasonable, especially as I know a grand total of maybe one or two other people in my real life who actually like this band!). But hey, who doesn’t need a bit of Italian goth metal in their life!? I know that the songs, the imagery, their expressiveness, and the immense creativity of the beautiful Cristina Scabbia have been a source of great inspiration to me.
I’ve been known to listen to this song multiple times in a single day. Obsessed? Just a little…
Last night I headed up to Belgrave to see hilarious Australian band The Beards on their farewell tour (I say “up” because it’s literally up on the side of Mount Dandenong, and I live in the valley just below the mountain). I have never seen that many bearded men at a concert before, and this coming from someone who usually goes to Viking and Celtic-themed folk metal concerts. Even a number of the women in the crowd were sporting fake beards. I have never heard the word “beard” repeated so frequently that I almost need to wax it right out from my vocabulary and wait until it grows back.
I didn’t manage to get too many good photos of the band but I did manage to high-five them as they walked on and off stage between sets. The Husband (who has a beard and, as a guy with Ukrainian heritage, sometimes chooses to occasionally channel a decent Kozak moustache) was informed by some of the old blokes at the concert that he had good beard potential and to keep working on it!
Some of this content may be offensive to some of my readers, so don’t watch if you don’t like coarse language or drug references!
*Unfortunately the place was swarming with drunken yobbos. Most of the audience were fine but I’m not a huge fan of yobbos. They’re intimidating and sweaty and can be downright jerks. It just occurred to me that “drunken yobbo” is probably an Australian English term that makes sense to me but I’m not sure how I would communicate a definition to non-Australian readers. I couldn’t possibly nuance it. How is it different from “bogan,” for example? I don’t know. The differences are instinctive, subtle yet meaningful. Yobbos are basically rude, loud blokes (Aussie men, usually of Anglo-European ethnic heritage) who hold stubbies (glass bottles of beer) and yell crap whether at the footy (Australian Rules Football) or at a gig (a musical concert). Perhaps it is that yobbos are bogans but not all bogans are yobbos? And how is bogan different to patriot? Ah, sweet, complex, diverse Australian culture, how could I count your many variants on “drunk person with loudly expressed opinions”?