Australian comedian Aidan Jones talking about something he loves, to distract himself from how all our lives are fucked. Every Tuesday, forever.
I spent the weekend in Boort staying at the beautiful caravan park next to the lake with some friends, and even performed to the mayor of Boort. But all the caravans in the world couldn't stop me from utterly humiliating myself in front of the physio today. Truly humbled. At least I'm not a ten year old kid smoking a cigarette.
Another podcast recorded at 11pm after another breathless day of pointless stressing. I'm trying to remind myself to take moments for me - on Saturday night I took myself to dinner at Marion Wine Bar on Gertrude St and it was absolutely incredible. Also last week I went to the Van Gogh exhibition at Lume, and then got a massage. It's been great, but somehow today I'm right back to freaking out all day. It never ends.
I've been stressed for the last few days. I've been working a lot and doing gigs and not giving myself any time to unwind. I've been feeling irritable and sad. Last night I had some friends over for dinner which was really nice. The reason I'm typing in such short sentences here is I want to say how I'm feeling without getting too far into it, that's what the podcast is for. Enjoy!
I went to a dietician today because I had a blood test and my cholesterol is a little bit high. Learnt all about trans fats, which I've started calling trams fats, because I think it's funny to pretend to be really stupid. I'm not stupid though, I'm actually a very clever boy, with slightly high cholesterol. Thankyou.
I'm taping my special on Friday, it's finally happening! After months of waiting and delays and lockdowns and bullshit, this Friday at Stupid Old Studios I'm recording my first hour of stand up comedy and I am very excited.
Melbourne is back and the people are voracious for LIFE!! I feel so rushed and manic which is honestly my favourite state to be in, however unsustainable.How manic, I hear you ask? Well, I waited 15 minutes for a coffee at a cafe this morning and somehow I managed to talk about that for around 20 minutes just now. Pretty manic, eh?!
Another guest this week! Casey Gothard is an artist and comedian based in Melbourne. She's had a bit of exciting national and international press in the last few weeks for doing a portrait of Dan Andrews out of fairy bread, but she's been making cool shit for years. We talked about her high school art teacher supporting her and bringing the principal of her grammar school along to watch her fill the drama theatre knee-deep with garbage while fascist propaganda films played on a projector. We talked about blood, art, and we took a pee-break in the middle. This was a fantastic conversation!
Follow Casey on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/caseygothard
And buy some fairy bread merch on her website: https://caseygothard.com/
I've been re-reading a bit of Bukowski this week. His writing is so direct and free from moralising and sappy reflections. It feels like as the reader, he doesn't feel the need to explain himself all the time. He gives you credit for being an intelligent, thoughtful person, and so rather than justifying all the things he's saying, he just tells you them as they are and lets you make up your own mind about what you think about them. I think I learnt something about that while doing the pod this week.
I feel down this week, I had hoped to talk about British comedy classic 'The Young Ones' and how the irreverent violence of it reminds me of 'It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia'. I did a little, but also just meandered around for a while. That's how I feel right now, so if we judge the podcast by how well it reflects my current state of mind, then I guess this is a resounding success!
This week I read Truman Capote's novella 'Breakfast At Tiffany's', then I watched the movie inspired by it. The novella was a beautiful representation of the feeling of loving someone who used to be in your life, missing them, and remembering who they were to you. The character of Holly Golightly felt so enigmatic and real, and reminded me of a few people I've known in my life. The movie was pretty good, until the end, when it instantly became rubbish. I hate it. Pathetic. Thanks for listening!
