Some things are harder than they look.
As some of you may know, Corporation Lane in the city was renamed 'AC DC Lane', by our hard rockin' amigos down at the City Council (after more than a little to-ing and fro-ing), who know that Rock'n'Roll ain't noise pollution.
Problem is, the Office of the Registrar of Geographic Names is a party-pooper, and won't allow the lightning bolt between the AC and the motherfuckin' DC. Hells Bells!
I set out to change all that.
As you all know, I'm a badass nigga from around the way, so after having an emotional custard fight with one of my insecure friends, I set out on my mission...
I had: one iPod playing AC/DC, one fat black paint marker, a hoodie (everyone recognised me anyway), a milk crate 'borrowed' from a block away (to stand on), and a digital camera (uh...duhhh!).
I got there while it was still light, and omfg if the place wasn't crawling with drunken boganists, drinking jack daniels from the bottle, and pissing on my shoes. I was Thunderstruck!
Here is the sign:
Note the total absence of lightning bolts or other Heavy Metal necessities.
Not good...in fact, I'd go so far as to venture it is positively un-Australian.
So, I stood on my milk crate (coz It's a long way to the Top )in front of 5 very suspicious looking security people, pulled out my Back in Black texta, and noticed it wasn't gonna work on the dark blue background.
Then I had to kick ass on out of there, because security was after me like a Heat Seeker.
Plan B.
I went to the 7-11 and bought a big tube of Supa Gloo. I ripped up an envelope and folded it into a lightning bolt-style shape, smeared it with the glue, and ran back around the block to the sign.
Security saw me coming, but seeing as I'm awesome and incredible, I dropped my crate, jumped on it, pasted my lightning bolt, picked up my crate and ran like the proverbial wind. One might say I had to Shake a Leg.
I came back to the other side of the street a minute later to see security looking utterly perplexed as to how to get it off again, as I had the only available milk crate in the Tri-state area.
Snowballed!
Besides, the glue had set.
I guess they won't be letting me into Cherry Bar until at least later on tonight after a stunt like that.
I just love Breaking the Rules...
AC DC Lane is now AC 'LIGHTNING BOLT OF DOOOOM' DC Lane!!!
On my way home I saw this picture in Gucci, and seeing as it has a gorgeous woman on it, I'm posting it right...here.
Mystery poster girl- You Shook me All Night Long...
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
As some of you may know, Corporation Lane in the city was renamed 'AC DC Lane', by our hard rockin' amigos down at the City Council (after more than a little to-ing and fro-ing), who know that Rock'n'Roll ain't noise pollution.
Problem is, the Office of the Registrar of Geographic Names is a party-pooper, and won't allow the lightning bolt between the AC and the motherfuckin' DC. Hells Bells!
I set out to change all that.
As you all know, I'm a badass nigga from around the way, so after having an emotional custard fight with one of my insecure friends, I set out on my mission...
I had: one iPod playing AC/DC, one fat black paint marker, a hoodie (everyone recognised me anyway), a milk crate 'borrowed' from a block away (to stand on), and a digital camera (uh...duhhh!).
I got there while it was still light, and omfg if the place wasn't crawling with drunken boganists, drinking jack daniels from the bottle, and pissing on my shoes. I was Thunderstruck!
Here is the sign:
Note the total absence of lightning bolts or other Heavy Metal necessities.
Not good...in fact, I'd go so far as to venture it is positively un-Australian.
So, I stood on my milk crate (coz It's a long way to the Top )in front of 5 very suspicious looking security people, pulled out my Back in Black texta, and noticed it wasn't gonna work on the dark blue background.
Then I had to kick ass on out of there, because security was after me like a Heat Seeker.
Plan B.
I went to the 7-11 and bought a big tube of Supa Gloo. I ripped up an envelope and folded it into a lightning bolt-style shape, smeared it with the glue, and ran back around the block to the sign.
Security saw me coming, but seeing as I'm awesome and incredible, I dropped my crate, jumped on it, pasted my lightning bolt, picked up my crate and ran like the proverbial wind. One might say I had to Shake a Leg.
I came back to the other side of the street a minute later to see security looking utterly perplexed as to how to get it off again, as I had the only available milk crate in the Tri-state area.
Snowballed!
Besides, the glue had set.
I guess they won't be letting me into Cherry Bar until at least later on tonight after a stunt like that.
I just love Breaking the Rules...
AC DC Lane is now AC 'LIGHTNING BOLT OF DOOOOM' DC Lane!!!
On my way home I saw this picture in Gucci, and seeing as it has a gorgeous woman on it, I'm posting it right...here.
Mystery poster girl- You Shook me All Night Long...
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
9 comments:
good work knifey.
Me and schpooey enjoyed your fine work at around 4am over a tasy hot dog.
now.. off to bed
and another thing...
Kate, did you live through 'choose life' t-shirts, pastel v-necks and padal pushers?
I, personally, have decides to accept these poseurs as a welcome relief from any other alternative, and at least enjoy being reminded of that old tattered RIP BON SCOTT t-shirt that saw its last days long before time began.
inevitably some day what you dig will become fashion, and you will feel funny about it. I stopped wearing a mull leaf earring when they became big.
Sorry .. it's not meant to be a lecture.. hate who you wanna hate.. fuck it.
fanks senor dirty!
but who's "schpooey"?
what Lee Lee? A leg-end?
THIS JUST IN, FROM BEAT MAGAZINE !!!
Melbourne, the city where in 1976 AC/DC travelled down Swanston Street on a flatbed truck singing It's A Long Way To The Top, finally honoured the band on Friday 1st October by renaming Corporation Lane: AC/DC Lane. That night, to mark the occasion, Melbourne bands Osterberg, The Casanovas and Dallas Crane performed a tribute concert at the Cherry Bar, with Dom playing AC/DC favourites in between sets. Melbourne music industry identity, James Young, who was instrumental in pushing through the submission of the naming of AC/DC lane, gave a small speech and also announced the door prize winner of AC/DC boxed cd set.
For me, and about 200 others, it was a night of Whiskey On The Rocks, as it was now official that I lived my nights on the Laneway To Hell and I was loving it. Hell Aint Such A Bad Place To Be if it’s rockin’ at the Cherry in AC/DC lane.
Let There Be Rock! To begin proceedings were Osterberg. Having heard good things about Osterberg, and having loved Warped, I was keen to see the band that featured ex-Warped guitarist Ben Lightning Boy Watkins, bassist Amy Bell, and drummer Ki Wone –sporting a cool Warped t-shirt. I was not disappointed. This band rocked. My bet is that, for Osterberg, it won’t be a long way to the top. The Casanovas were up next, and rocked out with tracks like Here’s To It, Shake It, Nasty, Heart Beat and a great, gritty version of AC/DC's Riff Raff. I’ve missed these guys. Lastly, Dallas Crane hit the compact Cherry stage and we’re fantastic, as usual. They entertained the crowd with faves such as Ladybird, Unlucky Star, Sweet F A and Dirty Hearts.
It was a fantastic line-up and a great way to initiate the street signage.
I’m sure plenty more Dirty Deeds will be done Dirt Cheap in ACDC lane, as occurred in true rock n roll fashion in Corporation Lane. Unfortunately, however, there was no lightning bolt separator between AC and DC –or at least there wasn’t officially at the start of the day. But by 9pm, courtesy of Knifeyard –a thunderbolt was added, cause you Can’t Stop Rock n Roll. His amusing account, as well as before and after shots, can be found on the following link: http://knifey-knifeyard.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-badass.html Thanks Knifey. We salute you man!
AC/DC lane --- You Shook Me All Night Long.
By Mary Boukouvalas.
haha, I remember you telling me about this later at pony! awesome.
lovey.
Inpress Magazine, Industry News with Ben Butler.
The Melbourne lane formerly known as Corporation, ACDC Lane (that's the one outside the Cherry bar, around the corner from Honkytonks) was officially launched last week with an all-day celebration of Melbourne's rock heritage, exciting speeches from official types, etc etc. Just one problem; you're not allowed to register place names with slashes in them, so the lane can't be called what it should be: AC/DC Lane. But one enterprising Melbourne guitarist has fixed the problem, glueing a white paper lightning bolt to the street sign, right under the noses of security guards. presto! The proper order of things is restored...You can read a full account of his rock grammar correction shenanigans at knifey-knifeyard.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-badass.html.
This is a lie. You did not have super glue, because you had to borrow a finger wad's worth of lip wax from me to use as adhesive.
Are you willing to tell the people the truth? Or are you leaving out crucial elements central to the main object, just as the beauracrats would have had the crucial lightning bolt excluded were it not for the COMBINED efforts of yourself and others?
I will check back soon and expect history to have been rewritten as truth.
"Let no lie lie!"
It was I who saved the ass of the "badass"
hey man! this blog is built on lies, believe me. the gooey lip thing just doesn't happen to be one of them, as it didn't work, and i had to get glue. but you're right in that it was a team effort, and rock and roll was the big winner at the end of the day. i was having lunch with john so the other day (another lie), and he said he was secretly pleased the sign was modified. "gives it a bit more spunk", i think he said. hope your photos turned out, you guys looked awesome.
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