This weekend went by quick, and I'm writing about it because so much happened and I want to remember it!

On Friday night I went to see 'Zappa Plays Zappa' at the Hamer Hall in Melbourne. It was phenomenal. If you don't know what it is, it's Dweezil Zappa playing Franks music with some of the original band members. At one point they actually played 'with' Zappa by having him displayed on a big screen playing the solos and singing while they performed the backups. They also had Ray White and Steve Vai onstage. Truly it was a magnificent display of musical virtuosity and passion. Note perfect. They got the audience members to throw words on stage 'Insemination', "Woozle Wazzle', 'Meat Pies!'. Then used these words to string together a song about a man who practices insemination by putting his woozle wazzle into meat pies. The song was in the spirit of Frank and not only that, it was a great song that made the crowd laugh and weep in awe on realizing how a silly topic can still be converted into a magnificent gospel song that moves the entire audience.

There was over 50 minutes of solos and not once did it get boring. Steve was in awe, I was in rapture. The show was amazing. 5/5 Stars.

.... So the next day I had a jam with a couple of dudes who I'd been intending on jamming with for a while. Well it's hard to explain this but.. the jam was excellent, it was really good rockin out.. but.. it.. just didnt have anything for me. I dont know if the gig the night before made me realize how silly we sounded rocking out on A and Em or just how predictable it all was.. it was a good rock out.. but.. the whole scene, of packing gear, rehearsing, other dudes rehearsing in other rooms.. the metal band, the funk band.. us.. I'm just, so OVER IT. I don't think I want to be in a band again.. and I don't want to be mediocre... and a band that rocks out really good, for the most part, is still mediocre. I want to do something new, and original and my own. I think I'm going to do my own thing from now on. I feel like throwing my amp in the bin. (!)

That night Steve and I played a bit of the Wii, Mario Galaxy (awesome) & The Simpsons Game (crappy but a fun experience worth playing). Julian came over, Milo and Caroline too. Then they wrestled and Caroline threw Steve down the stairs, jumped on him and tried to gouge his eyes out. Steve threw her off and admitted defeat, then everyone wrestled some more.

I realized this week that my favorite people tend to be loud and obnoxious. With a really good heart.

Zoe slept over, we lay around all morning, we're always late to whatever we have planned when we sleep over at each others. She had stuff to do at her school so I went to the river with Caroline and Milo and Z and Indigo to swim and eat ice cream.

Oh, and we got a new housemate. His name is Tarquin and he's a band dude, he's nice, tho a little aloof, but it's all good and his girlfriend is awesome.

The end.