Fresh Meat - The Channel [V] Hunt For A New Presenter Yep... that's right... i auditioned to be a VJ. Armed with my leather pants, my bloodstained Unshaven Chi 'I'm Nobody Famous, DAMMIT!' shirt, and 4 hours sleep, i braved the red light wonderland of the Eastern Hotel, hanging out with various DJs, aspiring actors, and museos... all for a shot at minor cable TV fame and the chance to chat up favorite bands (and promote some really crappy ones).
they asked me to record a promo. I said the script and yelled ROCK AND ROLL WILL NEVER DIE! They like it; asked why I should be on TV i mentioned my hat and they did a zoom in on it. Later on, at the audition, i was put on the spot; but my mind was racing and I was gold. They asked my hidden talent; I said 'i can talk about everything and anything'. I realized i made a mistake, but they asked about comedic theater and I did a quick name drop of Aristophenes' 'The Birds' up to Neil Simon's 'Odd Couple'. Asked for a funny story; told about being trapped in a lift with a bunch of rock and roll fuckups (the play based on it got a good grade! woohoo!). Asked about what superhero I am; said I'm Spider-Man 'cause i'm lame most of the time, but cool when going to gigs.

Dorky answer, but its true-- last Saturday (on 3 hours of sleep and after touring an Aussie medical nuclear research facility I took a very cool American girl around the sitting; saw Jo from Terrapin play and introduced them. I am cool; i Know the City; I Know the People.

Its 1:30am ona Friday. Due to a sleep schedule that's beyond fucked up, I'm at home instead of out. Not good; not good at all. Tomorrow I may go out; next week is, again, The Grates. I must write; you will see the results. I'm relying more on personality and quick speech.

I'm weary/leery of writing here. Suffice it to say i had a fantastic time with the American; she is gone and there is nothing I can do about it. She builds robots. Real ones. Robots and science and particle accelerators (such as a I saw at ANSTO) make me feel like i'm 9 years old; I want to zoom on rocket sleds, escape into the collective unconsciousness; the neon jazz fusion cityscape.
I want to dance.
I want to deny the moon and dance on electric razorblades.
I want to dance.
I want light spilling out of guitars; i want to climb to heaven on a stair of notes and tip the barmaid a twenty
i want Miles Davis to play forever

i want to be out

i want to be real

i want to always look as hot as I do in this photo (i'm the one on the far right):


posted by Robot Devil at 1:20 AM