Blanky, Blanky..

deserved of an entry... but i feel cruel.
I dedicate this entry to my favourite fool.

Cats.... are everywhere

Outrage -

The Cat Empire - well they must have had some pretty grandiose notions to take on a name like that… just imagine, 10 or 50 (probably stoned students), sipping tea, playing Uno and talking philosophy in a café somewhere, listening to John Mayer CD's..."hey we're so artsy, and have heaps of friends - lets start a hip-hop/jazz/reggae/Left wing/pop band!!". And they were born – 10 or 50 blind little kittens all scrapping to get their collective pink mouth onto the lucrative teats of the Australian music buying public.

In a fortnight where skinny, naked cats have haunted the email airwaves, and my inbox is a mess with "pussy jokes" haha, the Cat Empire is slowly, surely and ridiculously gaining popularity. Even as I type, kids who would well advised to be out there buying up Michael Jacksons' back catalog, (before he is put to jail for ever!!, are being corrupted- their poor little ears infected with the poppy diatribe of acts like Darren Hayes, Shannon Knowles and of course the evil Cat Empire themselves.

Its not like music was better when I was a kid - hell no. Fortunately, I myself have managed to overcome the hurdles present in my own musical growth phase, I have learned to suppress the icky sentimentality those years of abuse by Abba and the Carpenters did to the nostalgic nodes of my own brain.

Yes and I can now afford the luxury of laughter - because I know where you, the Cat Empire belong… Indeed, back in your acrid Litter box.