SONGS (FROM NOWISH)

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Photo from his label Secretly Canadian

SONGS:OHIA — Farewell Transmission

Jason Molina died a few weeks ago of alcohol-related organ failure. If you don’t feel anything when he sings, “Momma, here comes midnight with the dead moon in it’s jaws.” well, I feel sorry for you.

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This is my tip for the best song of 2013. TRUST ME. Sublime and such a chill to stroll to. And that riff with its hints and constant self-alludes before it just smacks you in the face — well, it just cuts me in half. And it employs the magically beautiful word “Lackadaisical” — in it’s adverbial state. Genius.
 
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THE INTELLIGENCE (Feat Kelly Stoltz) — (They Found Me on the Back of) The Galaxy
 
Fuck yeah — Rock n Shitdoggin Roll. The clip is a bit sexy-mesmerising too.
 
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TY SEGALL — Thank God for Sinners
 
Another shameless rocker. But sweet singing on top of the fuzz — which I fucking love. Plus the pumping bass at the end of the chorus. The clip makes skin look a bit creepy, but I am sure you can get over it.
 
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FASCINATOR — Mr Caterpiller 
 
Funny little jaunt with lots of shit happening. A massive amount of detail in this song! 
 
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JONATHAN WILSON — Desert Raven
 
A really lush song with a bunch of guitar riffs and orchestral shit and faraway vocals. You might call it Rock—Dreamy. But to me the song feels just like you were a bit parched and wandering around the desert wilderness just drunk on the isolation. Maybe.

Fred Ride

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When Dayne found out we were starting out at 8:30, he said, “That’s Fred time!”

Of course he was right and he when we passed a truck called “Fred’s” it was like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

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You may have noticed all the photography in today’s post is in black and white (and cropped slightly more cinematically) because we are such Freds but also as a nod to the fact Dayne and Tom were rocking the Rapha hard.

On the way at Wacol we passed some kinda vehicle inspection blockade. They weren’t interested in us. Sigh. Image

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DSCN4420Welcome to Ipswich — burnouts on the side of the road!

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Just after Springfield Lakes Dayne suddenly disappeared. And Tom and I just waited and waited while Jesse went back to see what was happening. And it transpired that Dayne had got some claw-like bit of rubbish stuck in his tyre and when he pulled it out the tyre deflated. “Too much ‘passion'” was part of the problem Dayne said. “Too much passion.”

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Timer shot while we waited and below Dayne and Jesse return — Freds united!Image

Then I got busy once more snapping as many ultra-epic Rapha Fred-o-grams as I could.Image

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Then Dayne had a another Fred-attack and had to stop to check something on his bike. Meanwhile I made Tom and Jesse head up this dirt side-road so I could get another epic-shot.

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It was totally worth it!

Eventually we made it to Ipswich at around the 60k mark and stopped at some place that made this claim:

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But at the counter I baulked at the thought of a greasy Ipswich burger so I ordered an egg and lettuce sandwich — just like the Fred I am. But Tom dived right in — ordering the rather exotic “pineapple burger”. Then Dayne and Jesse bought their own and I was stuck with my soggy and rather pathetic-looking sandwich. But then Jesse ordered $6 worth of chips and when all our food came out it was a feast. $6 of chips in the ‘Switch is pretty damn impressive. They almost took up the entire table — tasted amazing too! Even though we ate quite heartily — we hardly made a dent in them.

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A break at Jindalee

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