Archive for December, 2008

A little feedback is always nice…

December 24, 2008


A little while ago, i did a drop about NOTR’s favourite survivor,

“Big” Bill Dusting.

To my surprise Bill spotted it while trawling the internet for high-end porn postman accessories.

Having expressed that we never intended any insult, and wished him well, Bill hit me back, this is what i love about Aussies, we’re always cool breeze.

I dug [the post] because I am a flippant person by nature.  I used to do Gonzo Ozzie Rules footy reports, that insulted, interrogated, interrupted, the paths of the imagination.  If you can find any from the late 90’s in US Aussie Rules, you’ll see we are kindred spirits.”

“We need the sublime and the ridiculous to get through the harsh realities.”

“NEVER question your motives.  I have been accused of 15 minutes of fame egoism, but I’ve been in the news many times before, for an astonishing variety of things.  Some are pre-internet, so you won’t find them.”

“Keep bearing witness as you see it, and if you want to put this somewhere to help people get a perspective of where your head’s at, go for it.”

“PS  Feel free to buy me an enormous amount of beer, and anything else that might be toxic!”


There’ll be a beer waiting…


Everything is A-O-K…

December 24, 2008

Andrew O’Keefe used to be a lawyer, and is the son of a former Supreme Court Judge called Barry, and yes, his uncle was that Johnny O’Keefe.


O’Keefe is the Seven Network’s poster-boy these days, he’s been groomed to be their star host, ala Rove “i’m way too familiar with your mum” McManus and Eddie “absolutely no conflict of interest” Mcguire.


andrew: i’m going to get so hammered at Boogs’ set tonight…

eddie: i’m a massive bogan…

rove: oh my god… why is he touching me…

He started out on the sketch comedy show Big Bite, in 2003, he began hosting the game show Deal or No Deal. As well as co-hosting Weekend Sunrise, In 2007 O’Keefe also became the host of the The Rich List… what ties all these programs together, aside from O’Keefe, is they’re all very boring.

In 2004, O’Keefe was nominated for a Logie Award for “Most Popular New Male Talent” and again for “Most Popular Presenter” in ’05 and ’06.

Revolver Upstairs is one of the few decent spots on the infamous south-side of the river.

This is what happens when the son of a Supreme Court Judge gets smashed outside Revolver.

He’s laying on the sidewalk, talking kiwi-fruit and the merits of farming it… he falls on a chick… smokes weed (allegedly)… he whistles some locals up… he goes home with someone random.

The very next day he was back at work.

NOTR salutes Andrew O’Keefe, because we’ve all been there.

And really, that’s what this is all about, because O’Keefe didn’t really do anything wrong. Yes he was drunk, but he was neither abusive or violent, he didn’t hurt anybody and in fact, he seemed like reasonably good company in his more lucid moments. It didn’t help that Seven attempted to pay a bouncer $25,000 “hush” money, because in this day and age, all that means is that a different Network will pay more for the exclusive.

The whole world is up in arms every time a potential “role model” misbehaves (no Ben Cousins), and the transparently smug, “expose” style intro the Nine Network guy gives the piece is indicative of the way that this attitude of expectation is being manipulated by “current affairs” programs and the moral majority.

Celebrities are people just like us, except way more talented and famous, why not let the stars drink and be merry… ’tis the season after all.

On the other hand there’s this little nugget…

Exile on the MP…

December 23, 2008

This is strictly for the beat-heads, Exile flips A Milli and some Hiero samples into some futuristic bounce.

Check for his record “Radio” out on Plug Records, Jan 20th.

via The Rap Up

DeAndre Ramone Way is for the children…

December 23, 2008

he seems like such a nice young man…

According to Wiki, his dad “provided a recording studio for Way to explore his musical ambitions” when he was 14…

strikes me he could have saved a lot of cash by simply getting him the mobile phone that Crank Dat was so clearly made on.

A-Rab Money…

December 18, 2008

I’m not sure if this is an acutely funny personal fk you to the T.I’s running the rap game, that Trevor George Smith, Jr. now gets paid in ‘Arab Money’ (sufficient to buy “pieces of the Almanac”) or just kinda racist… either way, Bussa Bus (and a small army of weedcarriers) are getting that pita bread.

Also, i needed an excuse to post this, other than its possibly my favourite rap video of  the ’08.

(as an added bonus, checkout the exclusive leak of the Arab Money film-script at the Passion)

Who throws a shoe? Honestly…

December 15, 2008

Oh how sweet.

Lego + Hip Hop

December 13, 2008

Spotted this in Format Mag

Lego Remakes Classic Hip Hop Album Covers.

Some of my favourites:


not sure why Jayceon Taylor copped the ‘pink-eye’ treatment…


i love the classic Pretty Toney ‘grimace’…


how terrible is the new Common record?


I don’t remember Big Boi wearing an anchor… nor Andre 3k’s bowl cut…


The pidgeon looks like that sculpture you see from flinders st station…

The bicycle thief aka One red bicycle aka R.I.P The Red Terror

December 11, 2008

Today I can sympathise with Antonio Ricci from Vittorio De Sica’s neorealist classic  The Bicycle Thief.  Last night whilst enjoying a post work ale on High St, some two-bit crack fiend/bike-lock combination guessing idiot savant thought he would avail himself of The Red Terror… That’s right, the very same Red Terror that was the subject of my self-absorbed ravings not two days ago!

bicycle thief

"Eh Papá, why is the people be so much an ass hole?"

The disappointment of losing a bike that I hand-crafted from a hunk of driftwood and a bit of old boot has turned to rage, and inspired me to get my revenge internet-style…

Remember this guy?

"Give me a house you cheap bastards!

"Give me a house you cheap bastards!"

Mr. One Red Paperclip, who managed to trade a paperclip for a house using only the power of the internet (with a little help from his friends at Reuters). Well consider me Mr. One Red Bicycle, same sort of concept the difference being that I just want The Red Terror back… and I’m a spiteful bastard. Spread the word, if you spot a flash red fixed-gear, besaddled by a ‘simple’ looking crack fiend picking at his eyeballs and looking unsure as how to stop his bike, kick him off the thing and bring it back to me, there’s a red paperclip in it for you, and you never know what you can do with one of them.

In loving memory of The Red Terror

September 2008 – December 2008

I dodged a Jet-Plane bitches…

December 9, 2008

It’s not easy delivering mail.


Bill Dusting, an Australian ex-pat Postman working in San Diego (no whale’s vagina) dodged a jet plane today.

That my friends is a nice epitaph…

Here lies “Big” Bill Dusting

“I dodged a jet-plane bitches”


“I heard a bang, bang and I thought someone was shooting at me,” he told The Age online. While that sounds like what passes for rap lyrics these days, it also makes me wonder what kind of postal round he has.

So, turns out a pilot has ejected from his jet-plane, or F/A-18D Hornet as the air force insist on calling it, and this is finally a story about what happens to the jet-plane… oh, well it crashes in a nice neighborhood spewing flames and toxic gases, completely destroying one home, and rendering 4 of the surrounding cribs unlivable.

“When I saw everything was totally cool I just lost it and got home, laughed, cried and I’m just getting it together now.” Respect.

Our thoughts go out to the families of the three people who died during the crash, and the owners of the $500,000 (each) homes.

To the air-force pilot, who’s parachute got caught in a tree, good escape, not as good as Big Bill perhaps, but nice one.

To the Air-Force we say fuck you guys, if you jump off a swing it keeps swinging, same deal with jet-planes, you jumping out is great and all, but what about the ex-pat Australian postmen? Who’s looking after them? The whole air industry needs to get its collective shit together, international flights are for getting drunk and trying to join clubs, its not about the opening sequence of Lost.

But please don’t Donnie Darko my rental house… its fkd enough as it is.


David Boon was a good dude to drink with on the plane.


Joining clubs has many benefits…


Fixies are the Hipsters of Cycling…

December 9, 2008

I just couldn’t allow our new NOTR scribe (no P Money) to get in a free plug for fixed gear cycles without responding…

hilarious body descriptions aside.

Hey jackass, why are you doing this to my eyes…

Still, any bike’s a good bike when Queen’s playing. Ride ’em if you got ’em.