Brain Splatter…brought to you by a swinging axe…available in all good garden sheds now.

Serious question to my facebook readers…do you want to be tagged in the feed of this blog? Let me know by private messaging me, please.

Now…to the silly/ranting stuff.

I wonder if Ed Harry and Ed Hardy want to punch on?

You know show I really hated…Gilmore Girls…it’s like a more annoying and shit Juno. We’re going to mention indie pop culture references and fill the show with as much annoying American inane banter as we can. Someone needs to KILL the writers.

What we need less of…Taxi Drivers…I haven’t met one I’d want to speak to for more than 10 seconds as I give them the directions to my place…either be nice or shut the fuck up and drive.

Sex…just think of it and smile.

Boredom is the fuel of stupid ideas…that and public schools…look at me…I’m a product of the public school system and this blog is the product of boredom and putting off household chores.

Why do people like Harry Potter…he’s a pale, nerdy, English boy with a wand. He also hangs around with a bunch older men, who want to show him their sack of magic tricks…what the fuck is wrong with people?

On that note…Emma Watson from ‘Potter’ films…is 18 now…she’s hot too…

But somehow you’ll always see her like this…

Total turn-off? I think so...

Not fair huh?

Transformers 2 quick capsule review…Explosions, Robots fighting, shit flying around screen for 2 and a half hours…and Megan Fox…it’s pretty much Jerry Bruckheimer ultimate wet dream. Can he go away now? Or make Bad Boys 3…we need more Mike Lowry!

Teenage boys…make me think one thing…’God, was I like that?’…I would have punched me in the balls.

Half baked idea…let’s put an embargo of giving birth to children for 10 years…I think the world would be a better place. Can you imagine a shopping centre without some Bogan mother beating the shit out of screaming, water-headed kid? What a beautiful place the world would be.

There are very few ‘good blokes’ under the age of 30. We have popped collars, kickboxing thugs, over-zealous bouncers, lawyers, young businessmen (the worst) and those kids who wear those ridiculous ‘rave pants’ in my city and of course the feral fuckwits with mopped hair under undersized nike caps…what happened to ‘good bloke’? Theyre an endangered species. I blame FHM and Ralph.

I want to see a fight between a wife beating arsehole and a female bouncer with MMA experience… I would PAY to see that. Let this martial arts lady beat the shit out of this pin-dick halfwit, cocksucker for a good 15 minutes in the Octagon.

Those ads for “Nasal Technology” (for dude who come on contact) must do some good business…because those radio spots would come cheap…no pun intended.

I’m going to be sick of this out-pouring for Michael Jackson death in about 3 days.

If you take your advice from Horoscopes? You deserve what you get. P.S I’m a cancer…apt description of this blogger I think.

Good Man moment: That post AGB feeling…isn’t it good?

Another Good Man Moment: getting a new ‘adult film’ and the girlfriend or wife won’t be home for hours…party time with Jessie Jane.

This is thought from a friend of mine. Anyone who went to see the new Transformers movie with their girlfriend is NOT getting sex that night….MMmmmMMmmm Megan Fox. *Girlfriend rolls her eyes*

Masterbation material every teen nerd for the next few weeks.

Who thought of the cumshot?

Better yet who thought of the idea of necrophilia? Fucking hell!

Have you noticed that the boobs are bigger than they were 20 years ago…look at the movies from the 80’s and then look at the women walking around now…what are they putting in the food or water? I don’t hate it…but that’s a big difference.

Molly Ringwald was bangin’ back in her day…baha!

One movie phrase I’m glad is over…the fantasy film age (Fuck You, Lord of the Rings). Once the Harry Potter series is done…I think movies will get better again. Let’s go back to stupid and over-the-top violent action flick based in the real world.

I wonder what people of 30 years ago would think of ‘alcopops’ and men drinking them….this includes me.

Parenting advice for today’s yuppie parents, Let them get hurt, let me play in the dirt and let them eat stuff they pick from the floor…it’s GOOD for them!

I hate the smell of a car that kids travel in…It’s sickening.

Best feeling in the world for about 10 minutes, driving on a dusty country road, with no one around…then you get bored or scared about breaking down out there.

I like to snuggle after…and fuck you if you don’t!

What is the appeal in paying for sex…SHE’S FAKING IT!

I want to maim the person who thought of the ‘Snuggie’…get a damn blanket!

Fuck this shit!

Something everyone should try once…pick up…and fuck in a stairwell…………what?

Try saying the word ‘Intemperate’ drunk.

How did we get Pets? Imagine if we had let’s say…a Bison in the place of a dog. Or a Llama instead of a cat…where did we make the decision on Cats and Dog? Was it a natural progression? I wonder how people died trying to make Sabre-Toothed Tigers pets?…

here kitty, kitty *guy gets mauled*.

Fact: Most people can’t drive in the wet…they fucking freak!

Ice Cream makes everything feel better, no matter what your age is.

McDonalds sole purpose should be for drunken people needing a feed at 3am…that’s only time it’s truly acceptable to eat it.

Mayo sucks. Vegemite owns.

Why aren’t cannibals extinct?

Seagulls contain souls of the damned people too shit to go to hell.

I want to start a clothing label called ‘Exploited Child Labour Products’. A little truth in advertising.

Or a 3.5 stars restaurant called “Overworked and Underpaid”.

Or a school called “Falling Standards Primary School”…for stupid kids…we can teach them the thing to prepare for like factory work, cleaning toilets (noble tasks) and getting drunk at the pub and punching on with other patrons.

Swine Flu should be for swines…a selective disease…that says “this guy is a cocksucker attack!”…I’m asking a lot of a single celled organism, but I think that would be a good thing.

Fun scenario: Having some beer-swilling douche stumble towards you on a cold night in a bad suburb and then him telling you about his wife abilities in the sack. FUCK!

Alcohol: taking the edge off your shitty life since whenever.

Final thought…….I wonder if anyone has been mad enough to start a fight with a fern?

Regards

Gav

The King of Pop is dead..

Now for those expecting a spray on how this has been overplayed already and everyone should shut the fuck up about….ask me in about 6 days when they’re still covering this story. For now…

HOLY SHIT! Michael Jackson is DEAD!

R.I.P Michael Jackson

That was my initial reaction and still is. This is HUGE, he was the best biggest star in the world, one of the most recognisable faces in the planet (no matter how it has changed over the years). He was the ‘king of pop’, He was Michael Jackson. The King is dead.

I’m choosing to remember him as the greatest performer of all-time. Elvis and Sinatra fighting for second (I HATE Elvis by the way). The man sold 750 million records worldwide. 65 million of those were for ‘Thriller’…still, the highest selling album of all time….probably always will be.

He’s sole influence for the Justin Timberlakes’, Akons’, Ushers’ of the world and any Boy Band you can name from the 90’s. Anyone born in the last 40 years would have had Michael in their life…like it or not. I’ve owned a Michael album or two in my lifetime, and will say with no shame; the man was talented up the demon-hole and proved his potential and then some. He’s the Muhammad Ali of music…The Greatest.

Although he turned out to be a complete fucking nutter (a messed up childhood did the damage I think), suspected paedophile (never convicted), went under the knife more than bodies preserved for science (ONLY Michael and God knows how many operations he’s had).Yet he was still the man invented “the Moonwalk” (com’on you’ve tried it!), sold 750 million albums (that is a truly astounding figure), is a pop culture icon and a music legend (especially now he died young).

I was just watching a whole shitload of videos from him on TV and I got was a true reminder of good the man was at his craft. He choreographed all those dance moves in the videos, wrote and composed songs and of course…the man could dance…he still makes professional dancers look amateurish…look at the video for ‘Smooth Criminal’ for proof.

Michael was an awe-aspiring guy to watch perform. I wish I saw him during his prime live. But for those that want to see him do his thing, just watch any music show in the next week or so. You’ll see MJ prove how good of a performer he was. I choose to remember him for the years of greatness and 2 incredible (some say perfect) albums he gave us. Immortality is yours Michael, enjoy it.

Regards

Gav

*cough* Brain Splatter….now would someone clean that up?

Hello to all the new readers…just remember this…I was more insane about 2 years ago…it’s how lost my commercial radio gig….with that, read on.

The Black Eyed Shits have got a new album called The ‘E.N.D’…let’s hope so for my sake at least it is.

But think of it this way…they used to sound like this…

Now it’s this shit.

Wow…what the fuck happened!?

Iran’s election result and the subsequent violence since…another example of how we as humans have failed as species.

This kinda shit (the election rigging and violence in Iran) saddens me

I bought one of those Middle Eastern scarves that are so popular right now…not just for the fashion…more for the fun of walking around my town the equipment for mischief, armed robbery, terrorism or a swine flu mask…what a practical piece of cloth. Note, I also use it as scarf too…

Yeah! GANGSTA!

Alcohol will be the nightlife of me.

Meteorologists have the best job in the world, they get to study weather and then, lie to the public about it…what a gig!

All the good stand up comedians are dead…apart from David Cross…but he’s in movies now.

Porn stars have plenty of creative juices…they normally end up on the girls chin.

Jenna knows what I mean...

You know who should be in more movies…Mos Def, I like that guy…good rapper too!

Talk about flogging an idea to death…Toy Story 3…coming in 2010….

Money....milking.....

Hollywood…do me a favour. NO MORE COMIC BOOK MOVIES!

Kevin Bacon is born on my birthday…I feel robbed.

Couldn't I have Issac Newton or JFK...nope Kevin fucking Bacon!

I love the fact that I spoke to some big name TV star…and I didn’t know who the fuck she was…that amuses me.

Best hangover TV ever! MMA…makes you think of all the fights you saw while out the night before.

BLOOOOOOOOOD!

The US has ‘Spike TV’ (pretty much a dude’s channel)…in Australia have ‘W’ (with more Oprah and girl shit that you poke a tampon at)…I feel discriminated against…give me the men of Australia a MAN Channel. Pussy, punching and beer! I’d subscribe to that!

This would be on the MAN Channel....awww yeah!

The film, The Hangover is ok…just ok.

I haven’t been in a library since I worked in one…sad. I should start reading novels again.

You know we need more of in society….sociopaths. They’re good fun.

Is it me or are they turning Dexter in a pussy…he’s gone soft. Stop figuring out your feelings and kill some scumbags.

Harden up, Dex!

I’m 25 in two weeks….all downhill from here.

Serious question: Anyone know a Youth Hostel or Backpackers Lodge I can work in? In all seriousness…

Semi-True fact: i’m one of about 5 (number not exactly confirmed) people who have got married, had a kid or seen jail time since high school. I love my neighbourhood.

Best phrase a mover should know “NO chip!”

I didn't do it

You know what’s beautiful about the countryside…no people.

I hate corporate everywhere….further proof of the suckiness of these corporate fucks. In an industrial park I saw recently…I saw a street name call ‘Excellence Street’. Go fuck your ‘Excellence” and your”Dynamic” team too!

Seagulls suck!

SCUM!

I miss my Crow…I need a mortal enemy.

Regards

Gav

Some small things pissing me off…

Trivial stuff annoys me.  War, Pestilence, Famine…doesn’t bother me that much. Someone fucks with Vegemite there is going to a quick and brutal response.

Read this!

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,,25636495-2,00.html

Now…

Vegemite is an institution! You don’t fuck around with vegemite…this is not Coke. You cannot give it other flavours, or turn it into a dip. It’s Vegemite!

The black stuff, that tastes like….well Vegemite. It’s original, it’s the kind of the thing that would make me patriotic, you grew up on it….I know I grew up on it. It’s the quintessential Australian Breakfast Spread. It’s the choice of many a man, woman and child’s toast and sandwiches spread everywhere within this continent. I can’t think of anyone who grew up in Australia, who didn’t have this has a staple in their childhood diet, it knows no boundaries, Muslim, Christian, Jewish, Atheist…if you’re Aussie, you’ve at least TRIED Vegemite!

Mmmmm Vegemite on Toast

Now, Kraft (who make the stuff) promise us that Vegemite will not be replaced but it’ll be a separate product in form of dip with cream cheese (yuck!)… this doesn’t matter…Vegemite is Vegemite…if you wanna combine it with other flavours…like a slice of cheese or some salad…do it by yourself on your damn time…Vegemite is not Coke with Vanilla (which quite nice). Vegemite is an institution, leave it be. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!

P.S I don’t like Vegemite…even though I grew up eating the stuff.

Politically Correct Bullshit going too far…again!

As a boy, I played with Toy Soliders, playing armies, killing the enemy (who were normally the less cool looking soldiers or a large stuffed toy acting as an alien super beast). I didn’t play with World Peacekeepers, keeping the peace and control the situation.

I give you these…

WHAT THE FUCK!?

Euphemistic language, gone NUTS! It’s a toy soldier, be happy with it. Why would you do this?

Kid: Mum, can I play it with the Toy Soldiers?

Mum: No, it’ll teach you to be violent

Kid: Can play it with the World Peacekeepers then…?

Mum: Ok, here you go…but make sure they write a treaty first, guns are dangerous my dear.

Don’t lie to your kids please. Let them play armies in the dirt. Not Peacekeeping Proliferation Treaties in the lounge room, which you just disinfected. Fucking Hell!

People are going soft…don’t force your kids to soft like you.

With Malice and Acts of War

Gav

Brain Splatter…OoooOOooo Nasty…yucky

Morning, Afternoon and Evening to you all…..*whispered* Brain Splatter…

So…You think you can dance….you can’t…you like a Gibbon having an epileptic fit…

Your corpse is bio-degradable

It’s good to write again…but not good to write under a doona covered in leopard print because you left your doona in your best friends car. Stupid, drunk Gav.

I have two video clips for you today, because I love to entertain…

No.1: Kash boyz – Party Up (facebook readers click on the picture)

Just what watch…and bounce! Then laugh…Gangsta! I think you should spent less on the wardrobe and more on the clip, gentlemen.

East 17: Alright…(same as above the video facebookers)

This was played at my local last night for a giggle for the staff. Hilarity ensues immediately! Bunch of Geezers looking raver/gangsta (in 1993 mind you). The wardrobe alone is awesome! But then the dancing, the gestures of the lead singer in the group, the rent-a-crowd and the fact that for its day…this clip would have cost a fucking mint and the best part is that it comes off 16 years later and unintentional comedy. ENJOY!

God bless Community Radio…one I’m on it and too, I love the people who present early morning weekend shows…their presentation is dull and they play music probably that guy and 3 other people give a shit about…why am I listening to this again?

I like boobs, basketball, broad statements, brutality, biased opinions, brilliant sporting moments, and bad, big time alliteration. BOOM!

The reason Lady Gaga has a ‘poker face’ is because she turns people to stone when they look directly at her.

North Korea is the naughty child of world politics… I like their attitude ‘Fuck you UN, we’re building and testing nuclear weapons because we’re North Korea, mother fucker!’ *all while grabbing their crotch*.

Aussie version of Thug Life: Go to pub, punch on with someone, then punch on with bouncer…lose both fights…stumble home, punch wife. Thug Life, bitch.

Imagine if my name was Jimmy Recard, I wonder if I’d be the king of the bar stool and nobody would think I’m an arsehole? I think I’d still the obnoxious arsehole writing this blog.

Best name I ever heard: Troy Champion…you’d wanna be a cool guy with a name like that. You could pick with that name alone…

Troy: Hi, i’m Troy Champion

Girl: Cool name, wanna go to my place or just fuck in the alleyway?

Don’t you hate it when you pull some amazing physical feat, like catching a pen with your toes or something…and you’re the only person who was there….god damn, I hate that?

Note to a whole bunch of musicians: STOP! YOU’RE RUINING IT FOR THE TALENTED FOLK AND THE AUDIENCE WHO HAS TO YOUR WHINGING, OFF PITCH SINGING!  Thank you.

I hate ‘Indie cool’. I just to take these guys out back and shoot them in the head… The indie girls however…can come and talk to about me Sylvia Plath and their neurosis while I nod and smile and think “I wonder she looks like with those heavy op shop clothes and the scarf, over sized vintage bag and silly hat on”. What? I like Indie chicks…

Yeeeeeahhhhh baby...

The French…stereotypically rude, apathetic, holding a cigarette, saying something pessimistic, my kind of people. Now, to learn French. Merde!

Viva La France

I need a full-body massage, no happy ending, unless she does it voluntarily.

I want 20 million dollars so I can walk around the planet, causing mischief and have sex, mid afternoon on a Tuesday drunk and then sleep til Thursday. The world deserves that. Take that last sentence how you will by the way.

I like that you write almost anything in a book. I plan to write some twisted shit in my book.

Porn…yep, fills those lonely nights…and you don’t need to call her after.

Yeeeeeah baby...

I could die in a sea of stuffed toys in places like Toys R Us…and no one would find me until I started to smell. I can’t believe how low the standards of presentation are in some of these stores…you can tell I work in a hotel…although it’d make a great bed for a vagrant.

The last thing you would ever see....

If guys make ‘Mama jokes’ why don’t girls make ‘your Daddy’ jokes?

I speak for the group (in my head). I love stupid violent movies, easy women and drinking to excess with my mates…

EVERY POP SONG EVER IS ABOUT FUCKING! Okay, I can think of several hundred that aren’t…but most are.

You know what I song I love…Tusk by Fleetwood Mac…what the fuck were they on during that recording session? Emo bands take note…that is music!

Once again…click the picture facebookers.

A dog is not a man best friend…his cock is. It’s also his worst enemy ask any guy with a look of dejected horror on his face in the line of a supermarket (you’ll see at least 7 of these a day at a shopping centre) with his fat, annoying little girl with a Hannah Montana shirt on, asking profusely for a chocolate bar and I bet about if he wishes wore a condom on that fateful night. Cock = Worst enemy too.

How do Country Musicians make money? Seriously?

I don’t get Hoodies…I own two, but the hood is completely impractical, it only catches the cold air while you have it on.

Yup...

I would marry for money…Cougars i’m single and willing!

Speaking of which, I think Dep. Prime Minister Julia Gillard is single…Mmmm Government Perks, A driver, free travel and Tax Breaks. Julia call me, i’ll make your weekend!

Yeeaaahhh baby....government perks...and I can always say "I have a headache'

Apparently someone wrote a sequel to ‘Catcher and The Rye”…why?

If we are re-hashing EVERYTHING for the 80’s…re-release The Breakfast Club in the cinemas. Or re-make it ‘todays hottest stars’…same soundtrack though…but covered by Franz Ferdinand or someone of the like. Multi-Million Dollar idea, Hollywood!

Don't you forget about me...i mean that

Was when you look at films from the 80’s. Don’t think, damn they cast some really average women in those female lead roles. Example: Glenn Close in anything…I rest my case!

Jesus!

You know who deserves more credit than she gets. Mila Kunis…cute and funny.

You’re background noise to someone.

Sometimes I wish I was the sweet, naive Gav I was about 3 years ago. Then I think the sex and good times i’ve had since and I stop thinking.

Sperm Facials are now in vogue as a beauty treatment…Peter North is going to make a fortune! Those porn girls must have great skin too…

You know who needs a punch in the mouth….Dane Cook. What a douche!

You can see my point...

Enough for now…

Gav

Brain Splatter….like a bullet hit…BLOAW!

Swine Flu….ffft I don’t even like pork!

Someone has a sense of humor about such things...thank god!

Is there any women who are Ralph model hot and interesting? I can think of two that I know. How about you?

What? What's a good Gav blog without the mention of boobs or a picture of an attractive woman.

Four words to improve someone’s day “Have a nice Day”…

Two to ruin it “I’m pregnant”

I’ve cancelled my trip to Sydney for 2009. Sorry Backpackers of Sydney. *cheeky grin*

I'm feeling more sorry for me right now...

Fuck You. I like the rain.

Why is Lady GaGa popular?

Just...wow...*shakes his head and walks away in disgust*

I’m not on a boat, I also refuse to Jizz in my pants.

Note to Kanye West: NO MORE AUTOTUNE!

You know who scares me…Pink. I don’t know why…but she is fucking scary.

Scary

Barrack Obama wants peace in Middle East. Good Luck, trying to fix the damage your previous 3 presidents have done. Irreversible damage has been done in that region, but you should also note…that place has been a warzone since before Christ.

Alexander the Great, The Crusades, Israel vs Palestine, The US’s invasions of rouge nations…there is entirely too much damage been done to people of the Middle East by invaders and themselves. Peace will not happen in this lifetime. I hope we could do it for them and for all mankind, but my lack of faith in humans with our greed for oil, land, reality TV, the Black Eyed Peas and money…will prevent us on heading towards peace. Sad.

Your mum is Carbon Neutral

I’ll try a few things sexually…but never dendrophilia! Imagine the chaffing.

Dendro porn...

Poker is not a sport!

Someone sponsor me…i’ll be spokesman of your soulless corporate machine.

I wish I was a pro-athlete, groupies, drill-training for work, free travel and you get to play a game as your profession for about 10-12 years. If you’re really good, you can either find a job commentating the game or earn enough to not have to work full-time ever again. I’m sorry that sounds good to me.

How can anyone watch tennis on TV? It’s boring.

Sorry, Roger...it's not interesting.

I consider myself a whirlwind of fun…like a tornado with brothel, nightclub and Disneyland. Fun!

Pointless exercise: those Security services with douche bag, morons, who failed the Police acceptance test and now drive around the suburbs in a faux police car trying to feel important. Problem is these fools patrol the wrong areas…they should prove their manhood in a rough neighbourhood. Put these tough guy fucks in Redfern or Balga or whatever is your ‘bad neighbourhood’ and lets see what fear they put into the ‘criminals and petty thugs’. I predict a surge in security guard homicides.

I remember when trains weren’t patrolled by the Transit guards…it was nice. I feel less safe with you idiots on board…nice idea…for a revenue raising exercise.

Your not doing good work...

Stating the obvious…I don’t trust people.

Enough for now

Love Gav

R.I.P My leather jacket

I’ll miss my jacket. Killed by idiot drycleaners.

Ignore the stupid pose...this jacket was my favourite thing in the world.

You didn’t deserved to be turned into a bitter, stiff mess. I loved that jacket. I wore it for 2 years, it went to Melbourne twice, Sydney, Kalgoorlie, and a few more road trips. Where I went it was on me (weather permitting). It was favourite clothing item by far…jeans, t-shirts all expendable compared to my trusty leather jacket.

It was my inspiration for a my lead movie character’s look, I’d picked up wearing that jacket (a few times actually), ate many a meal wearing that jacket, driven everywhere with that jacket. I wore it to work, social occassions, to visit my Mum. That jacket was my security blanket.

The jacket never left my side or my back.

This jacket is dead now, killed the idiocy and lack of care of some dickhead drycleaners. I was told it could save my jacket (which was aging and starting to smell stale from heavy usage), I should have written a note saying

‘Don’t fuck up my jacket, its more to me, than you do to your family and I will kill them and you, if you fuck this up’.

I was made to sign a waiver excluding me from demanding my money back (stupid Gav). But as PROFESSIONAL drycleaners…you shouldn’t destroy a garment of clothing and then look at me blankly while I stew and think of killing  of you literally.

I put my trust in them to save my jacket. But I guess there is nothing I can do, apart from do the killing the guy who fucked up my beloved jacket (i’m going to hurt anyone don’t worry)…but alas, I signed a waiver. So i’m left with a ruined leather jacket, i’m minus 59 bucks and a shitload of memories (some very private and painful) with my dear jacket.

I’ll miss you jacket and goodbye.

With Love

Gav

In memorium of BRL…5 years since the death of my soulmate.

The show that launched a failed radio career, the single most popular thing I’ve ever done (this blog is ranks a distant 3^rd). This show was controversial, unprofessional, wild and the most fun ever on most nights.

This show was known as ‘Beatz, Rhymz and Life’ (being hip-hop the misspelling was cool), the name was directly stolen from the A Tribe Called Quest album of 1996 ‘Beats, Rhymes and Life’. I thought it was the perfect name for a hip-hop which soon became the soul driving force of my life from 2001 to 2004.

It had a loyal following bigger than I ever realised (decent for a shitty community radio show especially with weak signal), people still ask me about those days and still remember that show (including kids who are 7-8 years my junior who listened because there brothers did). I was young. (i’m only 24 now, but still) I was a 17-19 year old Gav, very uptight, naive as shit and having the mental age of about 15, doing a show which was on the brink of cult status. I loved it…it became my life.

BRL had a national following before we had a webcast on 897FM (known as Twin Cities FM back then), thanks to me putting ‘live’ freestyle sessions on mp3.com.au (does anyone even use that anymore…I think myspace killed that website in 2005). Those frees are still up there too. Also thanks to heavy posting on Ozhiphop.com (before shit aliases and toy MC’s, drug addicted women took over and ruined it for EVERYONE!) which gave the show much needed connections.

It began as a very public way for me to earn my dues in the Perth Hip-Hop scene. I made some bad decisions, upset some people, made some enemies and eventually earned my spot after an uphill battle of 18 months). The show took off after the end of ‘Damp Illusions Beef’, which was a silly episode involving a bunch of immaturity from all parties (definitely from me for letting anyone say anything publicly on my show) and I feel bad for even being involved in the whole business and being dragged into that one.  There was even a diss track or two; I was even mentioned in one of these. I’m mentioned in a song…Life goal #345 done by 19.

After that was squashed, I still had a few critics (and still do from the scene). But the show took a new direction and played almost solely Oz content…and gained national attention (before JJJ even had the guts to play as much as they do). I then took a job in commercial radio in 2003. I returned to the show later that year (but that’s an entirely different story about what happened in Parkes).

It was quite never the same after that, the audience felt slighted and I was labelled a ‘sell out’ by some folk and I felt they were right. People continued to listen though and I gained a new audience. Especially, when bigger and bigger acts were coming in for an interview and spit on the BRL show. Then I caught the ire of the new station management…

This is a situation which is turned me bitter on most things (especially on my own radio career and 897FM) it also created the Gav you all read now (my whole attitude changed almost overnight). So thank these people for that (it’s a good thing now). BRL was fighting for its life and I defended it staunchly. In hindsight, that radio station NEVER liked that program.

I could say many things about these people who were in charge at the time. I did at the time publicly on the OHH.com and 6000hiphop.com’s of the day. This was frowned upon and almost ended up in legal troubles for me, another reason I dislike anything to do with ‘authority’.

For a show which made many people happy on a Friday Night (a bunch of disenfranchised kids smoking weed and drinking to the sounds of my show is my kind of audience), gave me some of the most fun experiences of my radio career. The show being sniped the way it was for a stupid policy which archaic and ridiculous was hard not to take a personal attack. I won’t write anymore but it still gets my ire up thinking about it.

I lost the battle and the war (I was never going to win) and BRL was taken from air (permanently) as was I (for a few months) in May 2004. The hip-hop scene moved on its merry way, especially when Groove FM was at its height (Groove also now in the graveyard with BRL). Oz Hip Hop peaked around 2006 in popularity and it’s a damn shame I never got to be a part of that, I think I could have been a useful tool; better than let’s say…Maya Jupiter.

I drifted away from the scene gradually after the show was done (I didn’t attend a show for two years from 2006-2008). I no longer felt relevant and wasn’t. I moved on with my radio career which resulted in The Caffeine Show and then Western.Oz/The WA Top 10 (the latter being my current program now in its third year).

Time to be honest with everyone, not one of those shows (barring the Rosie Beaton interview during The Caffeine Show) gave me as much joy as BRL did.

I could write a book about that show about all the dumb shit, funny stuff and moments of satisfaction I got from hosting that little show. RIP BRL. I wasted the best years of my life on you…and I don’t regret it.

BRL, son.

Gav

For those old freestyle sessions http://www.mp3.com.au/Beatz,RhymzandLife for a young, excitable sounding Gav and some good ol’ fashion freestyle raps, yo. Including some shocking stuff from me…