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Waha like a motherfucker

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Photos of The Wahas & Marie and your truly, taken by ANNIE LY.


These last few days have been good, except for the intense heat.


On Tuesday I went to Job Find Training again (painfully boring and useless), then hung out with Andrew later on and learned the rules of 20/20 cricket. On Wednesday I went to the dentist, then to see The Wahas at Spectrum with Annie and Marie. We were also joined by Leesy, Dave and Serena & Morgan, Mark and Nina but they all went in separate ways instead of inside Spectrum where they should have been. The Wahas played a great gig and if you missed it this week, you can see them for the next two weeks, Wednesdays, at the same place, same time, same price (Spectrum, 8pm onwards, $10). I strongly recommend everyone see this band. They are amazing! Today I went to Stanwell Park with Jasmina, Nikola, Nenad and Drazen to laze around on the beach. It was so nice. The weather was much cooler than in Sydney and I love going up and down the coast every now and then just to be somewhere a little more quiet than Sydney, and a little different. It makes me crave a road trip around Australia. The waves were so strong that I was toppled over by them and almost taken out to the deeper water because I couldn’t grab onto anything and was just getting pulled by the power of the water. Basically, the ocean made me its bitch. We bought hot chips from a place that was a café, fish and chip shop, newsagent, video rental place and general grocery store all in one. Impressive! Driving back with the windows down, insane wind blowing on our faces, sunnies on, sand everywhere, messy hair, blasting Zana’s Dodirni mi kolena. Oh yes! It was such a good day. I took lots of photos with my camera from the 80s named Dani California, which I am looking forward to developing. (I have 3 films waiting to be developed, and no money whatsoever.)


I’m also really looking forward to the next few days but my financial situation is kind of a cunt which may get in the way of me really enjoying myself… Lame.


I’m becoming strangely attached to my dreadlocks. I really want to get this haircut I’ve been lusting over for ages, but the thought of cutting off my dreads makes me a bit sad…


Music from the mother country…

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In anticipation of my entry about last night’s Galija concert, and in conjunction with me working on a mixtape of music from Former Yugoslavia for Leesy, here are some songs I think you should all hear…



In year twelve, during periods of Extension 2 English when we were supposed to be researching and writing, I’d sit listening to Prljavo Kazaliste. This song inspired the name of my main character, and the lyrics inspired the name of my major work – Eyes Like Veins. (This is ‘Marina’, live in 1989).



I’ve been listening to this band for years and until today had no idea what they looked like…and now that I do, I’m more in love than ever! I’m pretty sure the singer is my soulmate. The clothes! The hair! The dance moves! This is ‘Kesten’ by Alisa.



It’s a surprise to many that this man is still alive and kicking but I’m fucking glad because it means I’ve been able to see this band play twice now. There really isn’t any way to explain how important and special Riblja Corba are. I still don’t comprehend it completely. Once Nikola gave me their entire back catalog to listen to and I was overwhelmed by it. They are just pure genius. The first song is ‘Dva Dinara Druze’ and the second ‘Kad Sam Bio Mlad’, two of my favourite Corba songs.  


To Be Continued…

Exit light, enter night

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These photos were taken with Malakai, my Canon EOS500.

My sister, Jelena, getting ready for her Postgraduate Ball. She hates having her photo taken so I had to sort of chase her around with the camera.

The sunset looked amazing one day.

ANNIE LY at the Newtown Festival

Me! Taken by Zig, I think.

Kylar being a trashbag in Victoria Park & Hyde Park.

Rude Boy showing us her new song & how booty shaking is done (with Jo).

Annie & Jo

My Canadian cousin, Vlado, at the Glebe Street Fair.

I stalk Annie a lot.


So police think they have the authority to kill a minority

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Last night I went to one of the best gigs I’ve been to in a long time. Sydney music…seriously, it’s fucking incredible.




Leesy, Jo & I are from the WEST SIDE.

Zig & I are obvs raging lesbians.

I like to stalk Annie.


Annie & I headed to the city on a train that seemed to be headed to Eternal Damnation. The lightning and thunder and dark dark sky were all pretty frightening, especially when stuck on a really old train. But we made it out alive except that when we got to Central, it started raining like a motherfucker out of nowhere and we had to hang around waiting for the rain to calm down. When it eventually did we made the uphill trek to the Hopetoun (where we met up with Zig) and by the time we got there, were pretty much soaked. Fuck this weather! It’s the worst when it’s hot AND raining.


First, The Vignettes played and they were awesome, as always! As someone later said “he’s a great little guitar player, isn’t he?” They’re so much fun to watch and their music is great. Go down to your local JB Hi-Fi and grab a copy of their EP Out of Home, On Our Own. I assume Red Eye should also have some copies. It’s really good. Or come to their next gig and you could get a copy for free! I did the mailing list rounds for them after they played and gave away a bunch of copies of the EP.


Then Leesy, Jo and two of their friends whose names I’ve unfortunately forgotten rocked up. Leesy brought her grillz, yo! Her ghetto alter-ego is Rude Boy and last night she wrote a new song on the back of Feels Like Friday #8. I feel so honoured to have been part of the process! BALLZ DEEP!


Chaingang played next and they were really, really good! The singer’s stage presence is just amazing. I’d seen them once or twice before but I was never as impressed as last night. Despite the ridiculous heat inside the venue (seriously Hopetoun, some air-conditioning would be nice. Or a fan at least!), they put on an incredible show. I’m so excited to hear their future recordings.


Then the headlining act of the night – The Wahas. It’s no secret that I love this band and think they’re pretty much the best band in Australia at the moment. They just get better with every gig they play. This was their first headlining gig and it coincided with their End of the HSC celebrations. And it was fucking amazing! Seriously, this was the best gig I’ve ever seen them play. They were INCREDIBLE. The set was a nice mixture of new and old songs, with the highlight being “Cheap Stuff” (that ending is brilliant) and the fact that they played “Loads” (I think it’s called) made me happy. Just…wow, they were so, so good! If you haven’t seen this band yet, WHAT THE HELL MAN?!


After the gig, we hung around outside the Hopetoun being ghetto for a while and then we all headed home. The rain before just made me really unwilling to do anything afterwards except take a long warm shower and sleep.




On the way home, Annie and I got stuck in Merrylands. When the train doors opened at the station, a guy ran out yelling “HELP! HELP!”. The train had to stop until the guards and drivers figured out what was going on. All we knew was that some guy was bleeding all over the place, claiming to have been attacked in the last carriage. There was a lot of confusion, paranoia on my part, boredom and annoyance at the mystery of what happened. Annie and I befriended a girl on our carriage who was coming home from work, and two kids outside the train who had come from the last carriage but hadn’t heard anything happening. One of them thought I was someone who went to her school and then it turned out we knew some of the same people. The Serbian community in the south-west is rather small…


After quite a while, the ambulance and police arrived. The police ran through the train, looking like they were desperately trying to put on an image of importance but seeming rather incompetent. They ran straight for every Samoan kid on the train, demanding to see their tickets, asking them questions. They completely ignored us. We could have murdered someone and they wouldn’t have asked us a thing. Apparently girls aren’t violent. Oh and it could be all this N.W.A I’ve been listening to, but – racial profiling, anyone? It couldn’t have possibly been the white girl and her Vietnamese friends, nor could they have possibly seen a thing; let’s harass the Samoan kids, they must be the violent ones. If they figured we didn’t hurt anyone, that’s annoying but sort of understandable, but the fact that they didn’t ask us a thing, nor check our tickets like they did with those kids is just fucked up.


All photos by ANNIE LY, except the one I took as I was stalking ANNIE LY…