ode to the pistols

in year 8, i was suddenly, inexplicably infatuated with the sex pistols. i had graduated on from pop-punk like blink 182 and green day, and downloaded a few of their songs, instantly falling in love. while my friends started listening to simple plan and something corporate, i blasted anarchy in the uk and the dead kennedy's i fought the law (and i won) every morning on the way to school.

something in the sex pistols' music, and punk music as a wider genre, moved me, as much as a privileged private schoolgirl could relate to a bunch of working class british yobs. something in johnny rotten's maniacal laugh was exciting and rebellious, in a time when i started skipping maths classes, ringing my eyes with black kohl every day and putting safety pins in every item of clothing i owned because it was ~so punk rock~. i got a white t-shirt and wrote "i wanna be anarchy" in black permanent marker over the front; i drew the anarchy symbol all over my pencilcase with white-out; i got an electric guitar and turned up the distortion as far as it would go.

at some point in my life - and i can't pinpoint where because i think it was a subtle change over a long period of time - i started being more sad than angry. i replaced the sex pistols with the smiths, and the clash with the cure. but there is still part of me that is bitter and angry at something intangible, that wants to tear up all my clothing and pin it back together again, that wants to start a band without caring how rubbish we would sound. and "no future" still rings a little too true.

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so in queensland i bought:

• vintage 60s sailor-style shift dress
• vintage 80s goth-y cocktail dress
• vintage 80s lace front dress
• 2 sportsgirl long sleeved dresses
• vintage black lace top
• vintage red and white polkadot skirt
• vintage black handbag

it was a good week for my wardrobe, clearly. and the novelties:

• 1970s kirk and spock figurines (bought for $20 each, $50 less than what they're worth!)
• 1983 public image ltd. 12" single, this is not a lovesong ($5!)

the shopping makes up for the fact that queensland is generally rubbish and full of bogans. and i'm so glad to be home, just in time for the beach boys last night! they were fantastic, i spent the night up and doing the twist, they didn't play caroline no or don't talk (put your head on my shoulder) :( then again they might as well have played pet sounds in its entirety if they wanted to impress me. the lack of brian wilson took away from it quite a bit i suppose

anyway long post sry
p.s: i looooooove this man:

p.p.s: ke$ha's new song, your love is my drug is amazing. pleeassee tour soon

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so recently

i went to queensland, bought some dresses, discovered i may be a wee bit obsessed with john lydon. that is all