Oh. My. God. Did you see that guy's shorts?!

So yeah, I rolled out of bed today at about twelve, got dressed and un-half-dead-looking on the way downstairs, grabbed my camera, and we were off to Floríade before I was even really awake.
So we were wandered off to Commonwealth Park, and had a picnic at the playground outside Floríade, met up with Adair & co. and meandered into the land of headache-inducing flowers. We hadn't gotten very far before we came across some random band, from Melbourne or something, I think. I didn't quite catch the name, but it was something like Bomba. The sort of band that always seems to turn up at folk festivals and community events. Pretty good, and dang the bassist was hot. They actually managed to get about 1/3 of the crowd hanging around up and dancing during the last song, which, if you know Canberra as the conservative city full of public servants that it is, you'd understand is a pretty amazing feat. The singer guy seemed a bit... uh... 'dazed', at the cotton floating around. It's like, cotton from the trees, and he kepting asking, "Y'know, like, what is this stuff?!" and eventually he got the idea that it was 'silk pollen'...?? But yeah, Aunty Adair dragged me down to the front to dance, so. Then I was all dehydratificationed, so we wandered off to get an ice block and look around the Steve Parish exhibition.
After we came out of that, Aunt, Uncle and I sat around to watch this performance thing, while the parents and the littlies went on the ferris wheel. So Nigel went off to watch from further back, and Adair and I were sitting up the front, and this guy in the most tiny, tiny shorts got this mini trampoline, then lined up a few people, putting a toy kangaroo on the guy at the back's head, and cleard a way through the circle of people. So he went back twenty steps through the gap, told the woman at the front of the line of people to lean back or she'd 'get a mouthful of... uh, nevermind', ran, bounced on the trampoline, and flipped over the people, grabbing the kangaroo as he did so. And of course the audience was appropriately amazed, even though it wasn't that difficult a trick, because the guy was a good showy person. Good at entertaining people. And of course, everyone thirteen and over was cackling at the crude jokes he was making about the shorts, while all the little children sat and blinked in their confused little way. But yes.

So yeah, got back here, and watched some youtube thing of Under The Bridge... as follows:



Which was randomness, cause I had Under the Bridge stuck in my head earlier, and I wanted to listen to it. Heh, the guitaristy guy, think his name's John something starting with F, is so cute! And don'tcha just love Flea's rainbowfied bass? And the audience sings long, how sweet is that? Hehe.

I also saw the youtube of some live performance of Give It Away, also as follows:




Dude, Anthony-singer-guy: Blond hair, not cool.
Dude, Flea-bass-guy: No clothes, even less cool. o.O
Whoever edited it: Goddamned blurring! Not cool at all! *stab*

Hehe.

And The Zephyr Song! Perhaps the only RHCP song I've found that sounds really good as a live recording. Love this song.




Awesomeness. I've noticed that the guitar is a lot better in these older songs than in the new ones, and it also plays a larger role, in the newest album, most of the songs, losing the guitar wouldn't make them worse, some of the songs, you wouldn't even notice. But hey. Here be'eth RHCP. Enjoy.