So, Sally Can Wait
Summer has begun, as a night at work is replaced with an evening at Melbourne's Festival Hall being treated to a set from the clearly semi-retired Oasis.
While the seats (yes, seats - at Festival Hall - 9 kilometers from the action) were fine - and we were able to stand thankfully, we were surrounded by an acre of poor dentistry and limey accents.
Being afforded the opportunity to hear some songs from my teens played live and with a degree of passion is not without it's benefits, but there is no question that Oasis, no matter where the vantage point, were going through the motions.
On a hot night, following the first boiling day of the new season, the crowd sweated and sung through a fine dining list of their better old stuff - and some acquired tastes in the form of their new stuff. Following a few hours of a trio of short shorts wearing girls to our immediate front and four-beer-at-a-time trips to the bar, Oasis finished with My Generation, which I hate. I hate The Who. I hate My Generation.
A long short walk down into the city for several drinks at a wind down after the show followed, and was then followed with another long walk to where I had parked at the very top of Elizabeth Street. The very top of Elizabeth Street is the central part of the 'Canberra End' of Melbourne.
Sparse and lifeless, littered with parking signs, the Canberra End of Melbourne is the home of nothing.
The trip between the bar and the car was highlighted by a requisite stop for food. In the middle of making our order, the secret-life-of-us-three-episode-cameo-actor-bad-haircut sporting 'assistant' to the chief hamburger maker challenged me and Jono to a 'hit of cricket' while he held up a bat and a rubbery ball to help illustrate his point.
We wondered through the back of the shop to a chichi alleyway where I fielded at silly mid off and Jono rolled his Tony Dodemaide arm over in answer to the burger assistant's facing up.
Two hamburgers, a Coke, a chosen for it's comedic value when eating a double cheese burger Diet Coke and a pile of chips later, we walked to my car thankfully still parked in the Canberra End of Melbourne.
Then it was off to the South Eastern Suburbs, via Richmond.
While the seats (yes, seats - at Festival Hall - 9 kilometers from the action) were fine - and we were able to stand thankfully, we were surrounded by an acre of poor dentistry and limey accents.
Being afforded the opportunity to hear some songs from my teens played live and with a degree of passion is not without it's benefits, but there is no question that Oasis, no matter where the vantage point, were going through the motions.
On a hot night, following the first boiling day of the new season, the crowd sweated and sung through a fine dining list of their better old stuff - and some acquired tastes in the form of their new stuff. Following a few hours of a trio of short shorts wearing girls to our immediate front and four-beer-at-a-time trips to the bar, Oasis finished with My Generation, which I hate. I hate The Who. I hate My Generation.
A long short walk down into the city for several drinks at a wind down after the show followed, and was then followed with another long walk to where I had parked at the very top of Elizabeth Street. The very top of Elizabeth Street is the central part of the 'Canberra End' of Melbourne.
Sparse and lifeless, littered with parking signs, the Canberra End of Melbourne is the home of nothing.
The trip between the bar and the car was highlighted by a requisite stop for food. In the middle of making our order, the secret-life-of-us-three-episode-cameo-actor-bad-haircut sporting 'assistant' to the chief hamburger maker challenged me and Jono to a 'hit of cricket' while he held up a bat and a rubbery ball to help illustrate his point.
We wondered through the back of the shop to a chichi alleyway where I fielded at silly mid off and Jono rolled his Tony Dodemaide arm over in answer to the burger assistant's facing up.
Two hamburgers, a Coke, a chosen for it's comedic value when eating a double cheese burger Diet Coke and a pile of chips later, we walked to my car thankfully still parked in the Canberra End of Melbourne.
Then it was off to the South Eastern Suburbs, via Richmond.
posted by The Student at 6:26 PM
3 Comments:
how can you not mention the smelly entertainer at the bar???
You played cricket with some burger guy? How very random, yet fun.
yes! i love that you hate the who.
(ps my comment verification word is 'jzzab'. jzzab!)
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