Hot Hot Boys

I woke up at 9.30am, heavy eyes, thick head. definitely sedated. I woke up to the Valentne’s Day Message from Aby. I messaged her back, “Happy Val Day toots,” a Brian Wilsonisim (Leah’s father, Leah my exgirlfriend, he was such a bloke). Aby sent me something odd the other day, a Youtube clip of, Didn’t we nearly have it all. Two seventies models in a speed boat. Cheesy. With Aby’s sense of humour, I kept expecting a ski rope to decapitate them both, or some such thing, but it never happened, and I just felt a kind of confusion as to why she would send it to me. Traditionally, all the girls I have lived with, have fallen in love with me, none told me until after we had stopped living together, expecting that I knew. But I never got that from Aby. I never got that from any of them, come to think about it. I wonder if the born again Christian stuff is sticking with Aby. She had a baby as a single mother a few years back, pregnant to a moron, after which she found god. She said it was only the God people who were interested in her poverty ridden plight, but, apparently, you have to become a member. She went in, we lost her.

Two messages in two weeks, I thought as I padded down the staircase with my mobile in my hand.

It was a gorgeous gentle sunny morning. The air smelt fresh and clean. I’m greeted by sparkling mornings and shiny air filtered days, the weather has been glorious, it hasn’t been hard wagging work.

I opened the back door for Buddy, who raised a paw at me as if to say hello, and then wriggled around in his bed and closed his eyes again.

I made coffee, set up my laptop, rolled a joint and opened the Age. There was a cute anti Valentine’s Day Youtube clip, featuring the bearded-men twins, from the ad on TV. I had to sign in, apparently there was inappropriate material. The slightest thing is inappropriate material, does it always have to be about the kids? It didn’t work so well, but I saw enough to learn that the bearded bicycling girls meet conjoined twin boys.

So I took the opportunity to watch my two favourite sign in Youtube clips. Cazwell’s Ice Cram Truck, a cuter bunch of boys could not be found. And he has a more interesting back catalogue than most pop stars. The sexy boys are back in his Rice and Beans.

And Marilyn Manson’s Sweet Dreams are made of this, it is genius.

Sam messages me, Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.

Happy Val Day, pumpkin.

Buddy didn’t get up, he was obviously having a lie in. Perhaps he is depressed because he doesn’t have a girlfriend… on this day? He tries to hump the dogs down the dog park, not always, just sometimes, when a pretty pretty catches his eye. But, the ratio of males to females is pretty much 50/50. Maybe I have a bisexual dog? Ha ha. He doesn’t seem to have the idea yet, it is always just a part of rough bulldog play. I think?

Why is this day the day of love? What is the story of valentine’s day? I don’t know, but surely it isn’t just rampant commercialism?

I’m guessing with the auspicious start that this day has had, it could be a Youtube day?

The sun is shining. I made more coffee.
The Cazwell boys have made me horny?

I listen to Renee Geyer’s Really Really Love You live recording, never has there been cooler music made.

I went to see her live once, Diva’s week at the Prince. She was up there complaining. The publicist for the event was young with a degree and no idea, apparently. “He soon let me do it.”

Someone kept saying, Sing the Peggy Lee number, Sing the Peggy Lee number, and suddenly Renee looked down into the audience, she repeated the fan mercilessly by imitating her, “Sing the Peggy Lee number, sing the Peggy Lee number, no I won’t sing the Peggy Lee number.” But as soon as she started singing, everything was right with the world. She kept the audience transfixed.

Marcia Hines was on too, but she seemed awkward and uncomfortable on the small stage and she came off screamy. But, as it turned out, I saw Marcia Hines at the Concert Hall not long after and she just shone on the bigger stage. I think that was some of the finest music, she sang like a goddess.

I reckon Renee Geyer and Mick Jagger should do a song together. They’d be great. Of course, Mick has Tina Turner to play with in song, they are great together too.