Author: Kristian Golding

The forbidden dance, and Kaoma’s song is one of my favourite songs from growing up in the 80’s.

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It almost seemed like we were never going to get on the road the Friday night of the road trip. I had left my camera tripod at Tobacco Road from doing photos the night before, and thinking that I might need to use it (I never did end up using it), I drove all the way to Miami to pick it up after work. Eventually my partner in crime Eddie and I left my place at 9pm … that’s a bloody late when we were intending to make it to Jacksonville that night (about a 6 hour drive, sticking to the speed limit).

Make it to Jacksonville we did, and then some. Eddie played the DS Lite (I love my DS… it kicks arse) quite a bit until he got road sick. I occupied myself by playing Muse over and over and then singing stupid songs in my head. We ended up stopping past Jacksonville at the last exit before Georgia. Here’s the map.

This is where I’d like to say a big “Fsuk YOU!” to Days Inn. We were starting to get tired and were looking for some reasonable places to stop at. Someplace where we didn’t feel like there was the danger of getting mugged, getting the car stolen, somewhere we could rest comfortably without fear of anything. Unfortunately this was difficult as a lot of the places were booked because of the Daytona 500. Yay for watching cars go round and round till your head falls off from boredom.

We eventually found a place, a Days Inn that was the only accommodation at that particular exit. By that stage we were tired and didn’t really care about anything else. We paid $80 for the worst accommodation ever. I swear there was a frog in the room somewhere. Eddie thought it was in the air conditioner and was kicking it during the night to stop its croaking. My bed was like sleeping in a pile of moss. The room stank like … something I can’t even describe.

Thankfully we were both alive in the morning and still had our limbs and body organs. We promptly exited that abomination of a place and gave the Days Inn a big “up yours!!!”. This act of affection was to be repeated throughout the road trip.

End of “day 1”.

Believe it or not, I’m still alive. The last couple of weeks have been especially hectic, with me finishing up part of a music course and work being insane. Oh, and fit a supermassive road trip up through South Carolina, North Carolina and Georgia in with all that on the past July 4 weekend. I’ve again been updating Flickr with pics from the trip so if you click on the badge to the right you’ll get to them. I have some weird arse stories to share from that trip…

But aside from all that, today’s surreal moment had to belong to the France vs Italy world cup final. I’m sitting there watching with a bunch of friends, Corona in hand, and then all of a sudden I see Zidane, who I always thought was cool, calm and collected, head-butt one of the Italian players. WTF?

So, my favourite music group just has to be Muse. I think it used to be Coldplay or Hybrid, but that sort of changed when I rediscovered them during hurricane Wilma last year.

I’ve got a copy of their latest album, “Black Holes and Revelations”. My pre-order using iTunes doesn’t come through until next month . . . I couldn’t wait that long but when it is able to be downloaded I also get some bonues videos. Cool.

This album is cool. Way cool. More glam-rock than before, and one thing I can’t get over is how much they remind me of ELO in some songs. Take the chorus in “Super Massive Black Hole”, for example. I friggen love ELO and I just think that rocks.

Other initial favourites on the album include “City of Delusion” which has a flamenco-crossed-with-Arabic style, and “Knights of Cydonia”.

UPDATE: After some more listening, other favourites include the rest of the album.