No More Gigs...

Last night brought on the very last Honeybone gig of 2011. We played an acoustic show at a fancy bar in town called Carousel, and it was fun. People came. Drinks were consumed. Et cetera.

But don't be sad, we'll be back to do a few more shows next year. It will be a fun time.

Especially if you go here and vote for us to open Big Day Out 2011! Wouldn't that be grand. Theres also a wee sneaky version of our upcoming single 'Don't Need You' on that website, which is another sweet ass reason to check it out.

We've had a couple of awesome gigs this month. The first one was with Two Buck Titties and Phoney Dog at the Dux de Lux in Queenstown. Two Buck Titties were awesome, despite a few technical difficulties. They are a band on the rise, so keep an eye out for those guys next year. Phoney Dog were also amazing, and their bass player had a 'Chopper' style moustache. He pulled it off too, which made the band a lot cooler.

We had to drive back to Alexandra after the gig, then carry on to Dunedin the next morning so Drew could make it to work at 10am. So not a lot of sleep was had that weekend, but it was one of the best gigs we've had all year, in my opinion.

We also played with a bunch of cool bands last weekend for Ash and the Matadors album release party at XII Below. Ian Sweetman was doing sound and it was rad. Unfortunately both Drew and I were sick, so we couldn't stay up late enough to see the Matadors set but I heard it was ragin'. Apparantly they were up until 7am. Awesomeness.

You should check Ash and the Matadors out, because they rock. Probably my favourite Dunedin band that is still a band.

xxx

New Look

So.....

What do you think? No, I didn't get a haircut. And you can't see my hair anyway (you would run screaming if you did, my hair is rather dishevelled, and not in a sexy way.

Kinda like this lady

I feel rather pleased with myself as I finally managed to update the layout of this blog to make it look a bit more professional and not so amateurish. I hope I succeeded.

These pictures on this blog were taken by the magnificent Kelsie Trainor, at Signal Hill Lookout in Dunedin. It was supposed to be romantic with the sun setting, but the rain ruined that little plan. Stupid rain! Anyway, we got some cool shots, and some people came up to us and said 'Are you a band?', because we were running around jumping off things and posing in a silly/sexual fashion.

We stated that in fact, we are a band. 'We are Honeybone' we said, with our chests jutted out majestically. They hadn't heard of us. But then one guy remembered he had seen our name on a poster for 'Something about thunder?'

He was talking about Thunderfest. And what a gig that was!

It was in the warehouse space of a flat my good friend Feather lives in, called 'The Box Fort', on Carroll Street. Feather and her flatmates like to put on lots of fun activities, performances and workshops, check them out!. We were playing with two other bands, the legendary Kitten Suprise and Jack Spade and the Dusty Souls, who hail from Christchurch. I had expected it to be rugged and rough, but when we turned up to drop off our amps before din dins, the boys from Jack Spade had the mean set up, korg keyboard, a medium sized PA with foldbacks and all sorts of other treats.

Kitten Suprise played first, and then the Foxy Rockettes Burlesque did some sexual Garth Algar dancing to 'Foxy Lady' by Hendrix. The group, that night, comprised of myself, Kelsie Trainor (twin sis) and Feather (mentioned above). 

Flannel Glory

We had heaps of fun, and we're pretty sure the crowd enjoyed it! After Foxys, Jack Spade and the Dusty Souls played. They played and played. They were really cool, their fashion sense was awesome and so was their music. Unfortunately at the end of their set we were issued with a Noise Control complaint from a disgruntled neighbour.

I imagine them to look like this guy

The complaint had the wrong address on it, so we were like 'Meh'. Honeybone went on, and we were about halfway into our set when the wee noise control officer came back. We figured we had another warning before they take stuff, so we kept playing. We heard their were cops outside, so we paused until Feather gave the all clear. This was not the case however, and the cops came to help the wee officer guy take our amps. 

They took Drew's Drewberry Amp and Peter's bass head. Not cabs or drums or PA. We could have kept making noise, but we didn't. I raised the issue of the mistaken address on the first warning to one of the police guys, and he agressively asked me: 'ARE YOU TRYING TO ARGUE WITH ME??!!!'

He looked kinda like this guy

I couldn't believe it, he must have been having a bad night because I was polite as a peach. I ran away after that after squeaking 'No' to him. I did not want this guy to pick a fight with me, so I left it alone. Probably one of my more smarter decisions I would think. 

Anyway, heaps of people gave us donations to pay the fees to get our stuff back, luckily I know a guy on the DCC and he got our amps back for FREE. Totes Amaze. 

So yeah, if you gave us money to get our amps back, you can have it back.

Peace xxx

HOOOOLY SHIT!

Omigosh. Omigosh. WIGGLES

I am officially done with University. Finite! How utterly amazing. I now have way too much spare time, so I said to Drew:

'What can I do with all my spare time?'

So he told me to write a blog. I was like 'Ohhhh yeah I have a blog'.

Silly me. Now I have absolutely no reason to neglect my pretty witty blog, as I have now so much spare time I went for a run today.

Drew also finished his University projects. This means that we both have lots of spare time, which we will definitely spend with Peter doing some mean Honeybone stuff. Like inventing new catch phrases.

Drew wrote a very cool song a couple of weeks ago, it's called 'Can't Feel Your Love'. I really hope he isn't a 'method' songwriter, because if he is, he's probably trying to tell me I'm not a good girlfriend. But whenever I picture the girls in Honeybone songs, they're always really hot, but mean and bitchy girls, and I don't think I'm one of them.
Anyway, we've been practicing it, and it's sounding very cool. It's so much fun being a three piece because the three of us are like right in eachothers brains, so everyone is always on the same page, more or less.

We've got a gig next Saturday, in Queenstown with Two Buck Titties (probably the best band name in the world) and Phoney Dog, who are from Invercargill and will blow your mind.

YOU should come to this gig. Its going to be a lot of fun with beer, bands and chips.




Disclaimer: Honeybone reserve the right to withold ghost chips. But you won't want them anyway

BLOG #20!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so according to my 'blogger dashboard' this is blog post #20. How did that happen?

Where did the time go?

When I started this wee blog to promote the awesomeness of Honeybone (lol), I thought to myself: 'Yeah, I'll probably write 5 or so posts and get bored and forget about it'.

Well I proved myself wrong didn't I? In your face, me!

Things are looking up on the Honeybone front. We have over 700 fans on facebook, so it's only another 300 until we can apply for a NZ on Air grant.

Those guys sure can pick 'em. 

As I mentioned in my last post, we have recently parted ways with Joshua (guitarist extraordinaire). We played our first gig as a three piece on Thursday in Invercargill. We were a felt some trepidation towards the gig, as the last time we played in Invercargill (see blog: First Taste Of Tour), we didn't have much of a crowd and twas a rather large cavernous venue.

Not this time! We played at a bar called Tillermans, which I understand has been recently renovated. What a mean wee place! It's a perfect size for a band like us (could probably hold 150-200), and the decor was gorgeous! Of course only a girly girl like me would care about that sort of thing but there you go. 

We drove down and arrived around 9.30. We couldn't believe our eyes (and luck) when we reached the top of the stairs and found Tillerman's to be rather full with lots of cool, alty, pierced people. Not a hipster to be seen. All I could think was that had it been in Dunedin, the only people there at that time of night would be the bar/security staff casually shooting up some pool.

It was a wicked gig. We went on second, and had a heap of fun playing the random wee stage with massive drum riser. Drum risers are where it's at. We could only stay for the band after us, as we had to drive back to Dunedin that night. Phoney Dog were up next and were fucking AWESOME! What an amazing bunch of talented young studs. Check them out on facebook. We missed the other ones, sadly as we had to boost it back to Dunedin cause we had class the next day.

It's ok, cause every time we get into a car it magically turns into the Mirth Mobile 

Drew has been a busy wee bee in the mixing department, and we have a little taster to get ya'll excited about the album.

Check it out:

And that's the way the cookie crumbles.
xxx

Ch-Ch-Changes

Again, I begin my blog and apologise to my fanatic readers (lol) that I haven't blogged in a while. Almost a month in fact.

You might think I've been far too busy following the Rugby World Cup to write in some silly little blog about a silly little band.

Well YOU'RE WRONG!

No no, dear friends, I am not that way inclined. However, I have managed to manipulate this event of which I have no opinion whatsoever, into a profit venture. The massive influx of the English, Argentian, Romanian and other such sports tourists have increased demand for entertainment. Therefore, Honeybone get gigs! Plus that other band I sing in. I have been singing/drumming my ass off during the last few weeks, so that's my attempt at an excuse as to why I have not graced the blogosphere for so long.

So Honeybone has had quite the month of madness. For those of ya'll who don't have facebook (I commend you), we have parted ways with our guitarist, the ever sensual Joshua Simons. This is not due to any hatin', we still love him like our own. Check out his other band, Hunting Bears, they're loads of fun.

Due to this change in lineup, we have decided not to release the album when we were planning to (November 11). We were running out of time, and we didn't want to rush something that could be the most awesome thing us younguns have ever achieved.

In the words of MJ, we're going to 'let it simmer'

In other news, that is one mean gold suit.

But that doesn't mean we won't be releasing anything, we couldn't do that to Flo and Ryan (#1 fans and drinking buddies). Keep an eye out for some sort of web released single, it will blow your mind.

Meanwhile, Honeybone while be playing a gig in Invercargill at Tillerman's Bar on Thursday 29th Sept with a bunch of cool bands like Phoney Dog, among others.

Come along, Invervegas is where it's at.
xxx

First Taste of Tour

Well folks, last week twas a busy one for us wee Honeyboners.

On the weekend before, we recorded drums for the new album, and I nailed all 6 songs in one day. BOOM. Don't worry though, we have more songs to record, but we're going to do those live in the main studio at Albany Street. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were all devoted to recording bass and guitars for the same 6 songs I laid down. We didn't have much time. It was intense.

This is what Drew looked like after 5 continuous days in the Studio. Except maybe the costume.

What didn't help matters was that we had to be at a soundcheck for our Pint Night gig at Refuel at 4pm on Wednesday. The pressure was on.

Luckily most of us are used to procrastination resulting in last minute essays and assignments, so of course, we were in our element. 'Tis the only way to work, if you're useless rock musicians like us folk.

So we got all the tracks down for 6 of the songs that are appearing on our album, except for vocals. It was an amazing thing. And we were on time for soundcheck (for once), and we played a kick ass gig with Osmium and Seaward!

That was a fun night, considering I hadn't been to a P*nt Night all year (shame on me!). Might have something to do with me becoming a partial square and having an office job. Whoops.

I typed 'office girl' into google images, and this came up. I wish!

On Thursday the 25th, we had our first gig with Luger Boa and Black River Drive at Revolver in Queenstown. What a night! Not much of a crowd, but the guys in both bands are so much fun to hang out with, that it was like our own wee private party. I wasn't too sure what to expect, as some bands who are a bit famous can be rather wanky about their success.

Fuck you support band! Fuck you soundman! Fuck you audience, I'm an ARTISTE!

I hear the Dunedin gig with Made In China made up for the poor attendance in Queenstown, so that was pretty cool. We played with the guys again in Invercargill and that was also one hell of an experience.

We played at a rather early 8.30, because the rugby was on and the manager man was worried about it affecting attendance (only in NZ). We played to a few people who were dancing (one guy in particular had ALL the moves), and a bunch of people sitting down on the couches, who nevertheless seemed to enjoy our performance. The crowd doubled in size for the other bands, which was fair enough because they are a bit like L&P.

The Moa flowed from the fridge in the backstage area into our mouths. Clothes came off. Wigs went on. A shot called the 'Dirty Wizard' was chopped down throats like water.The police came and took away Mike for having an empty bottle in the street. Ahhhh Invercargill, you were an experience. Just the local 24 was an experience in itself, as one ginger haired youngster tried to fight the cashier for 'being cool'.

Hollywood version

Awesome.

We had an awesome time with Luger Boa and Black River Drive, and I have even added some of the guys on Facebook. Peter had one hell of a 'greasy-fuck' (his word for a burger meal from Maccas) in Queenstown. Invercargill was an entire Greasy Fuck.

We will be back, Invercargill and Queenstown,

Watch out.

McSlacker

Hello my pretties.

It has been a month since my last post. I officially give you all permission to smack me round the head and call me a McSlacker. But only figuratively, I like the shape of my head at the moment.

Or you could buy me this T-Shirt. I wouldn't get a lot done whilst wearing it though.

So we've got some exciting stuff going on right now. This weekend we are recording drums for the album, which means I need to get my a into g and come up with some good drum parts. We've also had some t-shirts printed, designed by the amazing up-and-coming designer Kelsie Trainor. She is my twin sister and totally rocks (email me if you want a tshirt, my address is at the bottom of the page. Now you have to read all my blog hahaha).

Also, we have a few gigs up our sleeves including a mini South Island tour, which came about completely by accident. Dates are:

Wednesday 24th August (P#$T Night): Refuel w/ Osmium, Seaward and Foxy Rockettes Burlesque
Thursday 25th August: Revolver, Queenstown opening for Luger Boa and Black River Drive
Saturday 27th August: Saints and Sinners, Invercargill opening for Luger Boa and Black River Drive.

Poster for Wed gig.

Isn't that exciting. We're also co-hosting Refuel's Open Mic Night with 'The Great Jali' on Monday 22nd August. We were supposed to do that this week, but the snow kind of ruined our plans. But I don't really mind, because snow is AWESOME!

Another recent happening that has got me all tingly inside is our new website: www.honeybonemusic.com. We also have awesome new email addresses, which makes me feel like a cool kid because lately I've had to use the email address I had when I was 11... oh yes, a hotmail account.

Email this guy at mikaz-hot4u69@hotmail.com

I think everyone had a pretty cringe worthy hotmail account when they were younguns. I'm sure some of you still use them. Mine wasn't exactly original or cool, so I'm pretty stoked at my new email address.
Email me: rachel@honeybonemusic.com

Totes Profesh.

Band Meeting

On Monday night, Honeybone had a Band Meeting.

Unfortunately for us, Honeybone meetings don't involve as much humour as Brett and Jermaine's meetings. Unless Peter is having a particularly stellar night with his 'Dad' like puns. 

Nevertheless we had a band meeting. And it was productive! Our band meetings are never usually productive, as the boys often start talking about the latest gear they've aquired and how it sounds so much better than that other amp they only bought last week. I don't really care about gear, my drumkit makes a noise like a drumkit should, and that's good enough for me.

These gals would never have had this problem. Their band meetings would have been super productive.

Our band meeting could also have been called a 'listening party'. We even had red wine, which I accidently had in the fridge. Aren't we just a little bit fancy. We were listening to the demos we recording YONKS ago (see blog post 'The Weekend #2'), and decided whether we needed to change anything. I was the secretary, so I wrote everything down in my handy-dandy notebook.

Honeybone is in the 'Awesome Class'

We came up with some really good stuff for the album, and we're gonna try it on for size at band practice tomorrow night.

Also for you dedicated readers who aren't the facebook type of people, here's an update of our gigs thus far.

July 21st: Refuel w/ Hangman and The Flaming Drivers. 9pm, $5

July 28th: Carousel acoustic gig. More details TBA

August 6th: Dunedin Musicians Club w/ Hunting Bears, Kitten Surprise, Tommy Gunners + More. 7.45pm

August 13th:A United Solidarity Party/Gig at Buller St w/ Kitten Surprise + More TBA. Also Feathers 21st :)

August 24th: Pint Night at Refuel w/ Burlesque girls! and more TBA

August 25th: Support slot for LUGER BOA and BLACK RIVER DRIVE, Revolver, Queenstown!

August 27th: Support slot for LUGER BOA and BLACK RIVER DRIVE, Saints and Sinners, Invercargill

We are total gig whores.

love xxx

The Rambler

So today I realised how I have been hideously neglecting this blog in favour of other, less amusing pursuits. Sorry guys, I even had to log into blogger.com, it had been that long. Wtf mates.

I'm sorry!

So last blog I promised a ramble worthy of being included into the script of "Wedding Crashers', but I did not deliver.
Heres my second attempt.


Whilst walking to various destinations the other day, I decided to give the Foo Fighters new album a listen, as I had only just put it onto my ipod. I fucking LOVE it! With my new pricey headphones the whole thing sounded awesome, and I only had it on half volume so I wouldn't damage my precious earsies.
Gold star to you, Dave Grohl.


But whilst I was listening (whilst is such an awesome word), I remembered a certain Simon Sweetman blog about the Foo Fighters. He said (among other things) this:


'The advance press for the new album focused on how it was back to the sound of The Colour and The Shape'


And then Sweetman said how none of the other Foos albums stands up to it at all, even though he didn't like 'The Colour And The Shape' all that much. (You can read the article here)


Which is ok, because that's his opinion. Luckily for him hundreds of people get to read his stupid opinion everyday.
But that is not the point.
What I was musing whilst walking and listening to 'Wasting Light', was why bands frequently feel the need to tell their fans their new album is going to be like a previous one (usually the one that sold the most copies/is 
most popular with hardcore fans). I do not understand this logic. I am one of the rare forgiving fans.

This girl would love any of the albums Pikachu released...

Lets use an example. From the time I was 13 until I was about 19, Metallica were my favourite band. Now, because I am young in comparison to other Metallica fans, I only became a fan when St. Anger came out. I loved Master of Puppets, but I also equally loved Load and Reload, albums that Metallica's hardcore metal fans were not so keen on. Of course, I hated St. Anger, but that was more because of the drum sound than anything else. The snare is fucking AWFUL in that album. 


Anyway, you see my point. Yes, band's should listen to what their fans/record companies say, but they shouldn't endevour to recreate their past glory and make albums that all sound the same. I think Sweetman would definitely have something to say if he heard a band with 10 albums that sounded like they were all recorded in the same week.


Shihad is another example. I've heard people say 'General Electric is awesome, they should try and make another album that sounds like that!'.
WHY! Why would a band do that, thats just like playing in a covers band and not changing your setlist for 20 years. People eventually get bored of you and move on. This is why Shihad are one of my favourite bands, because each of their albums sound completely different and you can tell that they were at different points in their lives for each one. Magical. 


So that's just one thing I was musing about today. Another was how AWESOME Bohemian Rhapsody is. Pure musical genius! And it's perfect for singalongs. Why, when we were filming the video for All My Sins, we had an impromptu singalong of Bohemian Rhapsody, with every single person at the party singing. Man, it was actually one of the more epic moments of my life. Hamish thought he had the camera rolling but he didn't which was a bit of a shame. 


I talk about this because Drew's 21st was on Saturday night, and we wrapped it up with a 4 person rendition of the Queen hit. It rocked, and made the night pretty much the best party since my own 21st. 


And now here I am, sporting some intense whiplash from headbanging to the rocky part of the song (Waynes World-esque), but it was all worth it.

These guys are cooler, because they did it in the Mirth Mobile

Ramble Like Vince Vaughn

So I hear Vince Vaughn has several mean rambles in 'Wedding Crashers'. Drew recently played a drinking game that involved drinking whenever he rambled (among other things), and got rather drunk. I wish I was there, because it sounded like a fun time. However twas not to be, as I was in Christchurch. Earthquake City, and all that.
Poor bastards. The earthquakes that happened whilst I was up there freaked me out, but those ol' cantabs didn't even notice them. Amazing.

Anway

As usual I was having trouble coming up with a 'subject' so I thought I'd jut write and see where the blog took me. A 'ramble', if you will. There are a few things I would like to tell you about, and I'm going to, and you can't stop me.

Brass Monkey Rally '11 was a pretty sweet shindig. Apart from a slight mishap where my brother crashed his bike on the way up (hes ok though), it went off without a hitch. Well, there were a few hitches. We screwed up a few of the covers we hadn't learnt properly, but we were better than some bands I've seen. Not all bands, but some.
Twas a mild night as well, which definitely helped as usually theres snow/frost on the ground at the Rally so we were very lucky as it barely went past 0 degrees the whole night. Tropical.
And it was the very first gig I've ever played where I didn't put more makeup on. Amazing. Well, I figured since the general crowd looked a little like this:

I didn't really need to get dolled up in my usual fashion to fit in.
When we were setting up, we were getting a few odd look from the crowd standing around the massive bonfire. As Ian (sound-man-extraordinaire), put it,we were made up of a short guy, a cripple, a girl, and 'I don't even know whats going on with you'-guy. So of course the ol' bikers would be feeling a little bit of trepidation when I lugged my kick drum onto the stage (back-of-truck).

Nevertheless, we played an intense 5 and a half hours (with substantial breaks for Drew to rest his leg), to a very appreciative crowd. Money was thrown at us to play longer and longer, and I couldn't walk on my kick-drum foot for about a week afterwards.
Now that's a good gig.
So this wasn't really much of a ramble, but I promise I'll do better next time.
Here some pics of Brass Monkey Rally 2011 :)

Mean Massive Bonfire, this pic doesn't really do it justice as those flames were the size of a two storey house

Stage + Random guy

Josh and Fender

Peter the Bass-Man

Drew + Drunken Crowd (this may have been during Stairway To Heaven)

Crowd

Stairway

Fuck Fuckidee Fuck: An Analysis

Just doing a little experiment to see if I get more views on this blog by having 'fuck' in the title. Sorry Mum, but I have to do it. I have to say it. Parents shield your eyes!

Swear words fucking rule. 

Sometimes you just have to drop an F Bomb or even the dreaded C word. Why, I myself uttered both of those colourful beauties today, and it was all very much worth it.
As I was at work, I said these two under my breath, but I was still swearing nonetheless. I felt like a cool kid. The 'F Bomb' can be used in almost every situation, as every type of word (adjective, noun etc) as seen in this video

Even the C Word has it's uses. It's especially cool when a feminist reclaims the word for her own, much like African Americans have reclaimed the 'N Word'. I use the C word when I am most pissed at the world, and it makes me feel better. Or when I stub my little toe. That shit hurts.

Sometimes you have to say the C Word

Now I'm not a language expert. I do not claim to know the origins of all these amazing words that colour our everyday speech. But I have to say that swearing makes life interesting. You can even swear without actually swearing. Because a swear word is just an exclamation. Like 'Golly Gosh!' or 'Cripes!'. I knew a girl once who said 'Flip!' instead of fuck. It was pretty cute. So why in fact is 'Flip' better than 'Fuck'. Who even decided which one was to be the swear word? I couldn't find the answer to this on Wikipedia, so I'm stumped. The probable reason is that the most common definition of 'fuck' is to have sexual intercourse.
And the definition of 'flip' is:

flip

adjective /flip/  Glib; flippant - he couldn't get away with flip, funny conversation exclamation /flip/  Used to express mild annoyance <<< verb /flip/  flipped, past participle; flipped, past tense; flipping, present participle; flips, 3rd person singular present Turn over or cause to turn over with a sudden sharp movement - the yacht was flipped by a huge wave - the plane flipped over and then exploded Move, push, or throw (something) with a sudden sharp movement - she flipped off her dark glasses - she flipped a few coins on to the bar Turn (an electrical appliance or switch) on or off - he flipped a switch and the front door opened Toss (a coin) to decide an issue - given those odds, one may as well flip a coin - you want to flip for it? Buy and sell (something, esp. real estate or shares) quickly to make a profit - within one week of starting I flipped a property for a quick $3,000 profit Access the nonpublic parts of (a website) - if you want to learn who the main IT contact at a company is, just flip their Web site Suddenly become deranged or very angry - he had clearly flipped under the pressure Suddenly become very enthusiastic - I walked into a store, saw it on the wall, and just flipped noun /flip/  flips, plural A sudden sharp movement - the fish made little leaps and flips A quick look or search through a volume or a collection of papers - a quick flip through my cookbooks A quick tour or pleasure trip - I did a flip round the post-show party < This one is my favourite, I'm going to bring that shit into vogue.

Which isn't very profane at all, to be honest.It's use as an exclamation 'to express mild annoyance' doesn't really stand up to the word fuck. So basically, very prudish people who are adverse to discussing the human need to copulate decided to make 'fuck' a profane word and censor it to death.

But some people manage to slip by the radar. Like French Connection (fcuk), who used the profanity to successfully market themselves (even though they say it's the initials for French Connection United Kingdom).

Also (although this one isn't as great) Britney Spears 'If You Seek Amy'. This is almost clever, but not exactly.
If the lyrics made sense with the clever way the title sounds like 'F.U.C.K me', this song would be brilliant. But the line before says 'All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to', which is just plain obvious what Britney really means.

One day I'm going to come up with something better than that, and I will post a blog as soon as I do.

Just For You.
xxx

Teaser: Drew and Crowd at Brass Monkey Rally 2011. Stay Tuned.

The Battle Has Ended

So we went, we played, we almost conquered. Well, if we're pretending it was a real battle we would be lying on the ground groaning about the make-believe wounds in our side and dying a dramatic death. But we had fun along the way, and that's what's important.
Well, that's what my Mum would say.

She's a pretty cool Mum

In case you didn't get the reference, Honeybone played at OUSA's Battle Of The Bands Finals on Saturday night. We didn't get placed, which isn't suprising. Honeybone has never been a winner of such competitions. This was the first year we made it into the finals, so we were grateful just for that.

And the finals were an AWESOME night.
We played our new song, which doesn't have a name, so at the moment we're calling it 'progified eipic wonderness'. Well that's what I just called it then. But maybe that'll catch on. Anyway, that song goes for 9-11 minutes, depending on how wanky and long we want our guitar solos to be. It's such a beautiful song though, and has some pretty wicked time signatures in it, I feel like I finally deserve to call myself an Honours music student.

Everyone seemed to enjoy our 15 minute slot, and I got some pretty sweet compliments afterward too. Josh even found some groupies who pashed his guitar.

Our fans do this all the time

Our mates Kitten Suprise, Not For You and Black Sky Hustler all played amazingly. Black Sky Hustler earned a well deserved third placing, with Ignite The Helix coming in 2nd, which was suprising as I was sure they'd take out the 1st place.Who got first I hear you ask? Affco, a thrown together jam band made up of current and ex employees of the Rock Shop. They were pretty good, but probably didn't need to win any of the prizes, so I was a little confused. But sometimes things happen that make you go WTF. And thats ok.

Because sometimes life hands you lemons. And all you can say is 'Fuck the lemons and Bail'.

LETS ALL GET NAKED!!!

Now that I have your attention...

This blog is going to be about many things you probably didn't know about me. And a little bit about Honeybone. But mostly me, because I like to talk about myself. Most girls do, apparantly.

The title of this blog wasn't entirely random. I have joined a burlesque troupe. Well when I say joined, I joined one then some bitchiness happened, then the group split, then we formed another one from the ashes. We are Foxy Rockettes Burlesque.

Aren't we a sight! Theres seven of us though, not 6.

You may be thinking to yourself... Rachel? Burlesque? Being Girly? YES people, although I am a girl who plays drums, I also like to be girly and dance in a sexy manner. It's quite fun, and the feathers from my Happy Coin boa decorate the floor of my flat so beautifully. I even have a burlesquey name. 'Raq-hell Rouge'. Pretty cool I'd say.
We have a show on Friday, ya'll should totally come it's gonna be totally amazing. That's TOTES AMAZE for all you young hipsters.

I'm even doing a solo routine. I KNOW! Talk about throwing myself in the deep end. I didn't know the first thing about burlesque when I started this but I bought a couple of books and watched some vids and the other girls have been totally awesome. I'm going to dance to 'The Spy' by the Doors. I don't particularly like the Doors very much (I read a biography about Jim Morrison and couldn't even finish it because he was such an asshole), but the song is good. It's a cool song, look it up.

Apart from myself, we've got Billy Rocka, Feather Tornado, Senorita Pussa, Sailor Vie (hope I spelt that right), and Blossom. Theres another girl but I don't know her burlesque name. Her real name is Natalie, and she is cool. She has sparkly shoes and I want to steal them.
The Show also includes acoustic duo 'Girl On Girl Action' and MC Hannah Port. Entry is $5, and it's at Theatre As Is next to Chipmunks at 7.30pm on Friday 27th May.

BRING IT ON

This is the facial expression I imagine whilst typing the above

I am somewhat of a performance whore this week. I don't usually tell people this, but I'm in another band.

WHAAAAT!?

It's ok though, it's not my band, and I don't often play drums for it. Mostly I sing (haha). It is a corporate covers band that do show-acts. What are show-acts I hear you ask? Basically, we dress up as famous bands/singers and imitate them for money. Talk about musical prostitution. It's become somewhat of a guilty pleasure of mine, as I do Blondie, and it's fun to stagger about on stage acting drunk (sometimes the acting isn't even needed). I'm also Freida from ABBA, and that's fun too, because a Swedish accent always makes me giggle.

So this Wednesday we have the annual Mayoral Concert at the Dunedin Town Hall. Don't come if you're under 60. I get to play drums for this one because our lucky drummer had to work. Dick. Playing drums is much more work than singing. You actually have to set stuff up and carry stuff.... I'm just too lazy for that sort of thing. The gig goes from 1.30-3pm and the average age of the audience is usually around 70, so we just do oldish stuff, like 'Pack Up Your Troubles'. Janine (other singer chick who is miles ahead of me in terms of talent) and I are dressing up as 2/3s of the Andrew Sisters and singing Bugle Boy. Which is awesome cause that song rocks.

AAAANNNDD THEEEEN

And then you can give us our food, because we're ready to eat!

On Saturday Honeybone is in the OUSA Battle Of The Bands finals. I told you I was a performance whore. It's gonna be really awesome, because both Kitten Surprise and Not For You! Got into the finals as well! So come along to that if you want to support some sweet Dunedin Sounds, plus it's only a dollar to get in. Well technically it's gold coin entry, but who pays $2 when $1 will suffice? Honestly, they must be kidding themselves if they think someone belonging to the 'poor student' group would give up a dollar like that. Ok, we're getting off topic. Where was I?

Oh yes.

Battle of the Bands finals Saturday 28th May!!

Burlesque Show 27th May!

That girl in the poster is pretty hot, her name is Bettie.
Kels (my twin sister) designed this. She can design anything!

Come to both of these. Don't come to Mayoral concert unless you want to hear Dave Cull singing 'Pack Up Your Troubles'. Which could be interesting! Anyway thats $5. But I'm giving you a choice with that one. The first two are COMPULSORY.

Unless you have a note from your mother.

Gigs and a bit of Bitching

Hello all you beloved readers, I love you. You guys rock my world.

I hope that gave you enough warm fuzzies for the day. It's nice to feel loved.

Anyway enough with all the carry-on. This blog is just going to be me raving about the last two gigs we had and how awesome they were. Because they were AWESOME.

This guy knows

On Thursday we played a gig at Refuel with Flower, Black Sky Hustler and Not For You!. Flower were pretty cool, they played 2 instrumentals and changed up their genres, it was a good start to the night. Then Black Sky Hustler came on and BLEW MY MIND! They are a band that play punky style music, and all three members sing in unison. It was so simple, but so awesome. I couldn't believe no one else in Dunedin had thought of singing like that. Who needs harmonies :)

Not For You! are a punky/ska sort of band that remind me of The Offspring. They are wicked cool guys and I had heaps of fun dancing to their set. They had heaps of mates too, which was handy cause we don't really have that many. It was so refreshing to see a band that wasn't hung up on fitting into any kind of 'scene' or being 'unique', because bands like that are a dime a dozen in good ol' Dunedin. Which is quite ironic considering by trying to be unique, they end up sounding exactly like everyone else.

Yes, dears you are all unique.

Plus, it's also nice not to be hated on. Honeybone is almost the Nickleback of Dunedin in terms of haters. Thats our claim to fame. Not For You! actually like us. AND their bassist reads this blog. HEY SAM!

Our last gig was the 'Fiddy Club' gig at XII Below on Saturday night. There was an all-ages show in the afternoon but by the time we played pretty much everyone had left so we took that as a chance to have a wee jam. Good times had by all.

The gig started late, because of graduation the restaurant above XII Below was packed right up till about 10pm, which is when the first band, Rusty Pilot, played. They were a great mix of genres, and had some lovely harmonies going on, which are always good (I do realise I contradicted myself... but I'm allowed to. SO THERE).

Ash and the Matadors were up next and they were wicked. I loved that band the first time I saw them at a Refuel open mic night, and I love them now. Their songs are melodic yet rocky, with just the right amount of country/folk influence to keep me interested. Check them out when you get a chance, you won't regret it.

Matt Langley followed Ash, and Oleh followed Matt. Matt is a country singer song-writer who won the APRA song-writing award at Gore's Gold Guitar Awards last year, so he's pretty talented, check him out. He sang a beautiful rendition of 'Wagon Wheel' with the MC, which I loved as I am a hillbilly from Alexandra thus the words to that song are drummed into us from when we were sitting in the back of our Pa's wagon.

Oleh is a one band band, complete with loop pedal. He played dub infused goodness, and played everything right down to beatboxing. It was pretty cool, and we weren't keen to follow him. But we did, because what else were we going to do?

So we went on to a significantly smaller crowd than at the start of the night, but because the place was packed at the start of the night, the crowd was till pretty decent. Then some of our mates came form a party they were at, and made us look real cool by singing to 'I'll Be Your Devil'. Nic Dwyer even sang into the microphone. He rocks. So does his band Kitten Suprise. Check them out, I love them.

Aren't they ultra sexy!!

So that's about all I wanted to rave about. I could bitch about some stuff, but I don't know if I'm in a bitchy mood. I'll give it a shot.
*deep breath*

Simon Sweetman, you suck, your band is shit (so I've heard) so you don't really have the right to go around bashing talented, successful musicians such as Dave Grohl.

This is part of his blog about the Foos.

Foo Fighters albums exist to be played on The Rock. Foo Fighters albums exist to be played by people who have no idea what good, strong rock music is. Foo Fighters albums exist because Dave Grohl is laughing at how they are lapped up. Foo Fighters albums exist because Grohl's  jump-behind-the-kit-and-jam-with-anyone mentality has reached its logical conclusion.

Dave Grohl is a good drummer - he's better serving a song behind the kit than he is when placed anywhere else on stage. But Dave Grohl is not at all one of the great drummers. He is above adequate; highly skilled even. He is no innovator. He might deserve two thumbs up for walking away from one of the most iconic and important bands of the last 25 years - and the last rock band that really mattered. But then, it might have been better if he'd just let his playing in Nirvana be his legacy. 

1. Foo Fighters are one of my favourite bands, and I am completing an Honours Music Degree. So by saying that The Foo Fighters only exist to be played by people who don't know music, you've insulted a good amount of people who read your blog. Including me. Nice one.

2. Who the great drummers, oh wise one? Some names would be nice. Maybe because you don't know of any? Just because Dave Grohl doesn't play crazy fills every two bars doesn't mean he isn't good. He has feel. That's what a good drummer is, one who has feel. The days of drummers like Keith Moon who continuously play drum fills are over, Dave Grohl plays exactly what the song needs every time. 

3. Grohl didn't 'walk away' from Nirvana, the main member in terms of songwriting, image and sound died. If Nirvana carried on, they would have become more hated than Nickleback. 

In the world of most careers, those who cannot do, teach. In the world of the performing arts, those who cannot do, review. 

Thank you and Goodnight.