Solar eclipse today
I hate this time of year.
No more footy, the cricket hasn't started, and all we have is the trade week and draft to see us through.
Meh.
That is all.
Well, it certainly appears that “Purse Your Lips” isn't going to be as popular as some of the other Crap-Tel products. Unless we start to give away Masters of the Universe figures with every copy sold.
So, how about this? Our marketing gurus have come up with a new idea for a compilation album featuring the greatest synthesiser riffs in history. Possible album titles include:
“Synthcronicity”
“That Synth Makes the Heart Grow Fonder”
“The Seven Deadly Synths”
Here's a few tracks to give you the flavour:
Jump/Van Halen
The Final Countdown/Europe
Pressure/Billy Joel
Just Can't get Enough/Depeche Mode
So, let's hear it, people. We want synth riffs and we want them now.
EDIT: This thread has gone to hell. The comments have turned into a bitch-fight between BDW and Vadge-Ra, with several unwholesome photos. Visit at your peril.
Following the enormous success of Crap-Tel's first two compilation albums (“A Call to Arms” and “Songs Called Jump”), Matty Milner and I have decided that we need to release a third installment.
This new compilation is tentatively titled “Purse Your Lips: The World's Greatest Whistling Songs”.
We have a few hits lined up, but we need your help. Please tell us your favourite whistling ditties and help make this the biggest and best Crap-Tel release so far.
The beginning of our tracklisting:
Jealous Guy/John Lennon or Bryan Ferry
Love in Motion/Icehouse
Patience/Guns 'n' Roses
Winds of Change/The Scorpions
Alpha Beta Gaga/Air
So as you can see, we need your help. Let's hear it people. We want whistling, and we want it now.
As you may or may not know, last weeks Freo game against the Bwissie Lions was the Paterson's Guide Dog Game.
Anyway, they had a competition to name three puppies, and I was one of the lucky winners: I suggested the name “Burley” for Luke McPharlin's puppy. It's a long story, but basically the name came to me in a dream, so I am some kind of crazy soothsaying psychic.
So, Lou and I got to go to a corporate function before the game, have an excellent lunch, tank up on free booze, and generally run amok with the VIPs.
Then we got ushered down to the oval at about 1.45 for a puppy presentation and a quick interview with that uber-hack Orion from 92.9.
Standing on the oval was a very bizarre and surreal experience. Not something you get to do every day. Luckily we had my dad's digicam, so we were able to document the moment for your enjoyment.
If you are lucky you will be able to check our photos here.
(If the interweb decides that it won't let you see the pics, I will sort something out next week.)
Oh yeah, and the Dockers crushed the Lions like BUGS. All in all a pretty mintox day.