Alone in a cave, to stay dry from all the rain
Sat by a tree, all my friends are in my dreams
Week eight of my third round of isolation. The first isolation experience in Vancouver sucked massively – partly due to the unknown nature of it all, but mostly due to the endless grey weather which gave my small apartment in the sky a real prison vibe. As bad as things have gotten here, at least there’s some recognition that it is bad. Vancouver when I left was punching numbers similar to what we have in Sydney now and nobody gave a fuck.
So it’s much easier to do in Sydney where the sun is shining and warm, and I have more room to move. I can go for a walk for an hour at lunch and not have to dodge people since there’s hardly anyone out (in Clovelly and Bronte at least, I saw four people total on Friday).
The last two weeks have also been vastly improved by the Olympics. I lapped up the swimming, I took great delight in the Matildas smashing Britain, and I loved watching the Aussie girls almost claim a volleyball gold. I was left in fury at the Kookaburras’ frustrating loss, and absolute delight at the Boomers bronze win right at the end (Patty Mills is a legend). BMX and skateboarding were terrific additions. It seems odd they weren’t a part of the games sooner – they make far more sense than Golf. Seriously, golf can bugger off.
As for the tunes – I really enjoyed a lot of music this month. There’s Wavves and Inner Wave. There’s Seaquest and Swimming. There’s even Pfizer! Can’t get it in your arms, may as well get it in your ears.
I’ve also added yet another Lazy Eyes track. I was keen to check out this Sydney band next month after being impressed with every release thus far. This latest song has a little bit of an Innerspeaker vibe to sections of it, but still distinctly them (that outro thumps).