Joes band A Beautiful Chaos was one of the runners up to front for the Iron Maiden concert. Apparently Chuggernaut won it. But they had a concert for all the runners up at the Kings Arms on Thursday which me and Becky and Mope went to. Becky’s friends play in Sonic Altar which were also runners up.

Was pretty mean, a band called The Jealous Itch started then it was A Beautiful Chaos then it was Sonic Altar and we left after that.

Anyway the lead guitarist of Joe’s band left so finally he’s able to play some lead. Previously he was doing rhythym in the back, but now he’s mixing the two up. Which is great for him because he’s a wicked guitarist and I think he was a little bit wasted being in the back there. He can do some mean technical riffs of which I shall insert some videos here soon. I thought I had them on here already but apparently not .

But yeah, real good to see him up front, and it was his first time playing lead for the band live, and he fucking rocked it so I’m real stoked for him.

Caught up with him a bit after the concert which was mean cos I haven’t seen him in ages, but had to leave early (1am) cos I was riding with Shelley and Tesh early the next morning.

But yeah, mean shit.

So we’re at the pub on Thursday night, me Becky, Brad, Nick, and then Letitia turned up later on, and Amy came and hung out when she finished on the bar. Dunno where Shelley was? Think she had work the next day. The owner lady always tops up the jukebox with money from the till for us.

We’re sitting outside at the picnic table, cranking old school stuff like sabbath and eric clapton, all of us pretty wasted.

Topic of laughter for the night was saying smashed pipi, pipi smasher, because the week before. We had been offered (very stupidly) a gig at the Smashed Pipi pub in Mangawhai after some chick at a jam heard us (read: Joe) and thought we were awesome. Which we are, most definitely not.

Topic of laughter, because (as you will know if you already have a dirty mind) pipi representing the female genitalia, and smashing, the act of… fornication. Plus we are apparently 14 years old, thus making it funny. So you can imagine all the euphanisms we were coming up with, including telling threatening each other that we would smash the others pipi if they weren’t careful. Aren’t we evolved.

I get up to go and put on another song, I think I was trying to put on Deep Purple or Cream or something (there was no metal on the jukebox) and instead of hitting 81 on the thing, I hit 61. Which happened to be Vengabus, by the Vengaboys. Man did I feel like a dick, everyone cracks up laughing and points at me while I sit back down, and then they’re trying to make up a combination of my name and vengaboys, with gay taunts and what not. It was to be expected.

Then someone says, “Oh! The van!”, refering to my green van, “The Vengabus!”, “AHAHAHA” and everyone cracks up laughing again… classic…

THe Vengabus

Saturday when we’re on our way to get the engine, Brad texts tesh to ask what the plan was that night. She replies, “I reckon we all get drunk and take the vengabus to the smashed pipi.”

Hehe, good times…

Man, lots to do this weekend.

Finish at 7am this Sat morning, I’ve gotta get some sleep, then get up, install my front speakers in my van, change the oil, hook up the drivers door central locking, and tune the amp for all the speakers.

Then going to the Psycroptic concert with Joe, Nick, Shelley and her friend Ella, get drunk off my nut, and mosh the fuck out. Should be mean. Gotta buy a Psycroptic Tshirt too. My brother wants to come but he is not 18 for another 15 days. Shame.

Then on Sunday (hopefully not hungover) road trip it down to Tauranga to pick up my gat and amp and hang around Tauranga if its nice weather.

Then on Monday I can install and play Far Cry 2!! Dave bought it in for me tonight, going to be SO mean! Thats another one I can scratch off my list Plus COD5 came out yesterday so hopefully I’ll get my hands on a copy of that soon.

Shit just remembered its my dads birthday on monday too… what am I going to get him… also skinny leaves for Wellington…

So finally moved out of the flat.

Beau and Nick helped move most of my stuff out the days before, so that was lucky, got rid of two van loads that day. Chucked it all in Nicks dad’s warehouse.

Luckily my mum came and helped us clean or else we would have never got it finished, cos it was only me and Hollie left. Troy didn’t come back to help which sucked, and Joe didn’t help out that much, cos his sister was in hospital but oh well. Had quite a bit of rubbish to get rid of so we went on a midnight rubbish mission and got rid of it in the bins of some petrol stations.

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Holy fucking shit, thats all I have to say.

That concert was fucking mean. Subtract and Dawn of Azazel ^wiki opened for them, pretty mean.

It was me, Joe, my brother, Nick, Shelley and Becky who went.

The lead singer of Dawn of Azazel has a massive tribal goat head (symbol of rebellion) tattoo on his chest and he is a constable in the NZ Police. They tried to kick him out of the force for being in this band just because it has satanic lyrical content and talks about killing the weak. People in this country are wooses. He also said that Children of Bodom were from Sweden, but they’re from Finland. I’ve seen him before moshing at Amon Amarth, and at Oblivion a few times.

Pretty small venue, the Transmission Room. Like 150 (??) people crammed into this tiny room. The mosh pit was crazy. And then Children of Bodom came on. The only songs I can remember them playing was Needled 24/7, Hatecrew Deathroll, and Mask of Sanity (/fav). All of which went crazy. Little circle pits opening up now and then. I’ve never been so squished in my entire life.

And poor Becky, the look on her face. I’m sure she’d never seen anything like that before. But she was still getting in there and moshing with everyone. Was a little bit embarassing when my hand was squished against her boob by a wave of people hahaha. She was cool about it tho. Afterwards when we were all sitting in BK she was like “holy fuck you’re all a bunch of freaks, never again” rofl.

And there was some guy behind us who kept chanting “Tits, out, for the boys, Tits out for the boys”, so annoying, I so wanted to turn around and punch him in the face… but he was kinda big. Jerk.

Every time a song started you’d just get pushed and thrown from one side of the pit to the other, coming across your mates every now and then. Shelley was loving it getting in there and shoving people (what she does best lol). Hardly even saw my brother, Joe was standing off to the side cos he was a bit sick from the mould in his room at home . So most the time it was just me and Nick, and then it occasionally Shelley and Becky would turn up.

By the end of it I thought I was going to vomit from exhaustion (and the only thing I’d had to eat was a Red Bull). Everyone was just soaked in sweat. You could even see sweat and vapour dripping down the walls, and probably off the roof too. Was siiiick. I wonder if they even had the Aircon turned on.

Then as everyone left the streets of Auckland become over run by bogans and metal heads. Everyone else is like what the fuck as these rowdy cunts cruise down the footpaths, stopping occasionally to thrash out a drunken or stoned metal riff on their air guitar. In the middle of the road.

So just had some BK and then went home. Fucking mean night.