Random musings in Fitzroy.

I went for one or two drinks with Eric and Josh. I ended up hanging out with Lorens and Megan and getting home at 4.30 am. 

Some revellers at Laundry asked me to take their pic. Its usually easier to take the photo then say that you aren't a club photographer. Usually, I don't put a lot of effort into the pic, but serendipitously, this pic is actually kind of cool.

Gasometer Hotel

When I was about 15, I used to head to my friend Jono's place in Sunbury. For the most part, we used to drink really bad alcohol and listen to really bad music. Our music tastes evolved, and every now and then we catch up and talk about bands we like or head to a show. 

I kind of grew a little disenfranchised with the local punk rock scene in Melbourne. I stopped heading to small shows and now only really find time to see bigger acts from overseas. 

Jono, kept exploring new music and bands from around Melbourne and the world. He invited me to go to a show at The Gasometer Hotel in Collingwood. Here are some pics. 

Gutter Gods

Rort

A fraction of a second before this guys fist landed in my face during the Oily Boys set.

Slam dancing during the Oily Boys set

Slam dancing during the Oily Boys set

Headliners Straightjacket Nation 

Patpong, Thailand

Giz

Warm Weather

A man sunbakes on a dock in Southbank, Melbourne

Heavy Rain

Heavy rain floods Saigon's backpacker area at Duong Bui Vien

Timber Beams

Before I left for Saigon, my uncle's mother sat with me and told me to call her grandmother. She told me she remembered my mum and that she was kind and gentle natured. She then proceded to tell me about her house. 

The hardwood beams that supported the roof were taken from an old timber house built by her grandfather. Considering she is 97, she told me that made the house at least 200 years old. The house sat in a rice paddy which lay as a strategic advantage to the Viet Cong, who in 1964 told her that they would take the house. It was with that, she had the house demolished and moved to a junction on the main road a few kilometres from where the house was. The beams, some furniture, and a wall was all that was left of the place.

She told me to take care of myself, and to visit soon, lest she not be there. I snuck this photo, and shortly after, my driver arrived to take me to Saigon.