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[12 May 2006|02:30am]


come find me on myspace..

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Resurrecting [12 May 2006|01:52am]

Yo fuck.. fuck, you guys. I love you.

I'm ressurecting this for no reason.

So it's Thursday night and im drinking a bottle of Y500 red wine (the japanese equivalent of goon). Well, I've drank the bottle. YOU'VE DRANK THE BOTTLE!

I'm pretty drunk...

Here's my latest thing. I know you'll find it funny. It's a T-Shirt concept that has pictures of B-Grade Celebrities on them, with the phrase;

"<----> has AIDS"

My like-minded friends over here think the biggest sellers will be the "Danny Glover has AIDS" line, and the "The Doobie Brothers have AIDS" line. The photo has to have the celebrity smiling on it though.
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[12 Dec 2005|04:26pm]

evryone i am leaving journal for ever. thats right. for ever. i will miss you all terribly. you all have my number, call me, although be assured that i will also be calling you, you can count on it. yes i know my spelling and punctuation is terrible. no i can't be fucked fixing it.
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Snow all up in my balcony [07 Dec 2005|01:51am]

hey guys, its snowing here. There is snow on my balcony, and Saori and I just went and caught flakes on our tongues. Its really fucking cold too. Here's a picture of me and Saori trying to imitate this statue behind us.. i totally nail it.

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How fucked is my hair???? I gotta cut it. I look like some fuck from Boogie Nights.
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[16 Nov 2005|01:04am]

yes, the post below is hillarious.. omoshiroii motherfuckers.. omoshorokunai yo.

anyway, i have news. The club i am resident at has offered me a night to promote. how fucking cool is that? so i'm calling the night TRASH in honour of my sexy fucking friends back home (i love you guys). Its all electro and rock n roll and trashy 80s bullshit.. so hot two years ago. It starts in December, so ill send pics.

What else?? um.. I went to Miyajima last weekend and kept my 'descration' tally going by pretending to be a homeless man, moaning and crouching against the world heritage listed Itsukushima Shintou Shrine (the floating one in all the pictures) while all of the visiting japanese tourists looked on in horror. So, ive now descrated a beautiful mosque in malaysia, and now this.

Ive become more aussie while living over here. I swear so much, and everybody somehow finds it adorable, except one guy, but he's a fuckwit.. My japanese is getting ok.. i can understand people better now, but speaking still eludes me, unless you can tolerate every single sentence being uncorrect and stuff.

Also, i strongly believe i am now an alcoholic. I drink every night for no reason. Well, one possible reason is that overproof gin is 990 yen per bottle. Jim Beam is around 799 yen, plus all of the free drinks flowed to me from El Barco, the club i DJ at.

I also have ADSL in my house now (despite being at an internet cafe now). I have been watching Family guy non-stop, and have discovered a show called Arrested Development which is too fucking funny.

Has the Presets album been released yet?

Give my regards to The Clare and The Bank and The Roxbury.
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[26 Oct 2005|10:54pm]

fuck you guys, i'm not posting on this anymore..
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Trash Gordon [15 Oct 2005|12:17pm]

Just a quick one..

Last week, I got drunk on a 'school night', slept through my alarm, and turned up at the office (Probably reeking of alcohol) two hours late, in a T-Shirt, Shorts, and Thongs (When office wear is required) and just sat on the internet for the remaining tenure of my office day.

I'm fucking hardcore.. understand?

Tonight i am going to ¥2500 all you can eat and all you can drink!!! Put that in your next-door neighbour and smoke her.

Love you guys
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[29 Sep 2005|11:36am]

Another weekend, another blackout.

Yes yes, Detective Gnarles, still hunting for the elusive Japanese Oboe. My investigations recently led me to a saturday night at a local Hiroshima karoake haunt called 'Big Echo'. Baxter may remember this place from his visits to the country. After much discussion with the proprieters at the counter, through use of travelling interpreters and my Canadian sidekicks, we discovered 'Big Echo' had an all-you-can-drink option. Money was slammed on the table, and we rushed upstairs in search of clues. The place was rife.

Songs were sung, as it helped me to enter into the Oboe hunting mind-frame, and much time was spent yelling into the phone on the wall, requesting more clue-hunting beer. In the span of ninety or so minutes, the clue-finding beer had done it's job, and I was belting out a Sherlock Holmes worthy rendition of Men At Work's 'Down Under' to an adoring public. The case of the Japanese Oboe had taken me into the depths of Gaijin underworld, and i was actually enjoying it (Ahh clue-finding beer, you are indeed a cruel mistress). I put the microphone down and punched myself as hard as i could in the nuts. By The way, I owned karaoke. I now have a record contract with Naan Bread Insurgent Records, based in Kansas City, Hiroshima.

With my detective hat twisted sideways, I was led by some natives to Club Jamaica. It was a heady place of hip-hop and booty, with scatterings of LBH (Losers Back Home, for the uninitiated) Gaijin, ogling the J-Girls that frequented the dancefloor. I gave them vicious detective-based scowls. Wankers. With free drink passes in hand, I submitted them to the bar-staff and questioned them on the whereabouts of the Oboe. I was greeted by blank stares. On the way to the bathroom (in search of clues) I thought to myself 'Maybe that tequilla wasn't the best interrogation drink that i could have chosen'. That was all forgotten when upon finding the bathroom on the third floor of the building, I was invited by some locals to smoke their local herb. Not knowing these folk, i was hesitant, but i thought of the oboe, and what it represented, and I did not look back. The locals were very friendly, and i enjoyed much of their local plantlife. With smiles (after their clue-finding mystery herb had finished), i said farewell and made my way out of the stairwell where we sat. After that, the detective case got a little hazy. I woke up at 4pm the next morning in my own house, in my pyjamas.

My detective troupe that accompanied me that night said that i said farewell to them early in the morning and told them that i was walking home (sounds familiar Leecie doesn't it?).

I survived, and the hunt continues..

Goodbye my friends.

Detective Gnarles
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Oboe til i die [19 Sep 2005|11:04am]

This weekend's mischief consisted of going to a dingy club called Club Crust to see a techno guy called Bangkok Impact. The DJ was shit but the night was fun. Points of interest;

(A) My friend Steve urinating on a third floor stairwell above the club foyer and hearing screams as it dripped through the cracks onto the people.

(B) Me being massively drunk and hedge-jumping so enthusiastically that i missed the hedge, smashed my head on assorted brickwork (not once but twice), and waking up in the morning with a bloody scratch on my face. My head is still sore and its pains me to wear my new baby pink hat that has a heart on it and says 'Love Allways'. Note the spelling. I wear it sideways like a complete dickhead, but nobody seems to notice. In fact, I think they think i'm cool. Rojo would be proud of the attention seeking exploits.

(C) dancing my usual dance (I have now incorporated swinging my hair from side to side and staring at the floor) and getting given free beers from one of the DJs for no reason that i could understand. I considered if it was laced with something, but drank it regardless of the answer.

(D) Meeting a whole bunch of promoters and them asking for a demo CD. dowp jones index rising.

I just bought a laptop, so will hopefully have some photo's for you soon. Also just bought a 5 gig mp3 player for AUD $240. Its a Creative Zen player. radness.
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Spew on everything [11 Sep 2005|04:39pm]

Guys, Despite the oboe appreciation society officially disbanding, I kept the spirit alive last night.

Part A - I went to Osaka Castle because there was a free party there in the day-time. Unfortunately the party had ended when we arrived, so we drank beer while sitting on a fountain telling teenage J-Girls how much we loved whatever pop band they had on their bags. 3 beers, free dough balls with pictures of duraymon (some cartoon guy) on them.

Part B - We taxied over to Shinsaibashi (the happening part of town) and we sat at 'The Triangle' and drank another two beers. There were skaters there, but only one of them were any good. I really wanted to have a go, but didn't do it. pussy. Kind of drunk by now..

Part C - Went to Underlounge for their 6th birthday party. DJ Hyper and Ko Kimura were headlining. This is when things start to get a bit oboe, not that drinking in the street and ogling teenage girls aren't. Drank double scotches all night, and threw down at least three tequilas. So i'm feeling quite hazy at the moment, and although i can't recall any of these actions specifically, I imagine that i stumbled outside at some point and spewed up (time unknown), then attempted to walk home despite not knowing where i was (you know my fondness for roaming around the streets drunk), being in a foreign city and all. I can remember snippets of events afterwards. I remember sitting on some poor bastard's front steps spewing up on their doormat. I also spewed on my new jeans. They are fucking dowp skinny leg faded black jeans. I look good. Now they have spew on them. I will wash them i guess. Anyway, after stumbling (literally) for at least 45 minutes, alone and disoriented, i gave up and caught a taxi. I was thinking this morning, the poor taxi driver.. Here i was, covered in my own spew, slurring 'Umeda O Kudasai', then passing out in the back of his cab. I can't remember getting out of the taxi, or getting home. My friend isn't awake yet, so maybe he can shed some light on it. I can imagine him saying that he found me passed out in some bushes or something. I feel good today though. No hangover, maybe i'm still a little drunk.

I miss you guys. Hopefully this little fragment of oboe will make you smile.

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[06 Sep 2005|05:58pm]

Iron Chef comes to Galileo Restaurant - 12th/13th/14th October

Fans of SBS Television's Iron Chef program can indulge in a dining event never before seen in Australia when Iron Chef French Sakai meets Galileo's Chef Harunobu Inukai. Both are from Japan and both are well known for their expert ability to marry traditional French cuisine with cutting edge Japanese inspirations.

The culinary genius of both Chefs will be showcased in this sumptuous dining event. Over three nights, the kitchen of Galileo restaurant will be visible like never before, cameras capturing every aspect as both Chefs create dishes that reflect their passion for Japanese cuisine and French cooking techniques.

In the lavish surrounds of Galileo Restaurant, large screens will display each moment from the kitchen. Hosted by award wining producter Joanna Savill from the SBS TV program Food Lover's Guide to Australia, this is sure to be a truly unique dining experience.

6.30pm 12th, 13th and 14th October. The Observatory Hotel, 89-113 Kent Street. Cost $450 per person including welcome cocktials, 7 course dinner and Sommelier's selection of wines.
Please call (61 2) 8248 5200 to make your reservation.

kind of makes you wish you were rich hey. or at least employed.
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[02 Sep 2005|03:16pm]

Backo is teh sex

Happy Birthday to our favourite friend Baxter!!

Here's cheers to a great one dude.
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I Hate Gaijin [30 Aug 2005|11:03am]

SO im here in Osaka. Ive been kicking around for two days now. I spent last night hanging out at Hep 5, which is a massive shopping centre, but all the cool kids just hang out at the front. My friend Steve and I drank some beers and hung out too. It was radness.

After a long walk yesterday i found evidence of skateboarding. This park thing about 15 minutes walk from my aparto has a whole bunch of blackened ledges and stuff. Definite skater activity. Im going to check it out tonight.

I sent you all an email telling you about the other shit ive done so far, and theres no use repeating myself for the benefit of some random fucks reading this shit, wondering who i am, and why im in japan, and why im not using apostrophes etc..

alright, love you guys. The girls in a sleazy way, the boys homo-erotically.
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[23 Aug 2005|02:48pm]

ok...like...im not about to get all sentimental and shit on your asses but one of the founding members of the oboe appreciation society is about to ditch us and i would like to pay homage to the great one we call Rick.

Rick...what a dowp fucker

Rick is a funny fucker. He brought such gems as 'dowp jones' and 'skating for jesus' in to our lives. In fact if it werent for him I could safely say that ill and wack may not be in any of our vernaculars. He knows how to get trashy with the best of them and was always (kind of) still standing at the end of the night, sitting on a park bench in newtown with potato chips and covered in writing, ready to do it all again the next day. Whether it was jumping in bushes or lying on the floor in the corner of the pub, he always had a smile on his face and a witty retort to boot. I for one am gonna miss Rick hugely as he was always a reliable mate and fun to be around.

meeemmmmmories...like the corners of my mindCollapse )

Make sure you keep in touch with us all dude. We'll miss you.
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[23 Aug 2005|03:13pm]

Dear Backo
im sorry i didnt come to your dinner party. everyone says the food was delicious and i feel like a toad for not coming.
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Im the joly green onion of lore [17 Aug 2005|05:45pm]

lets go smoke weed in a grave yard. and drink a little goon preherps?
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[05 Aug 2005|09:54am]

Weekend? Anyone doing anything?
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Team Oboe... [01 Aug 2005|11:46pm]

ok so I wanna get a date when everyone can do this zone three thing so i can get some other mates to come.

Its like 22.50 for 45 mins and its pretty fuckin cool if you have good people there.

Obviously I wanna get a team of Oboe and i can easily fill out another team

The bigger it is fitted out with the more people we know the better it will be.

SO give me some times dammit.
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[29 Jul 2005|04:57pm]

alright fuckers. when we were at bar broadway/clare a couple of sat nights ago did one of you ash on my green army jacket and not tell me. cos i have a scorch mark!!!

*narrows eyes and looks around suspiciously*
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Oi Loose Cunts [27 Jul 2005|09:56pm]

What are we doing this weekend? who has plans?
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