On my last night in Brisbane I went to one of the illest hip hop jams in time. People under the Stairs were on tour, all the way from the City of Angles (LA) and represented with a full on call and response party vibe; one of the best nights out in a long time and it was all down to their showmanship and the music. Hit the spot at about 10pm in time to check the Australian support acts and sup a brew; no need to socialise as the music was banging from the get go.
The day after the gig I skipped town (and country) and made the flight to Singapore from Brisbane. The first night in Singapore I sat in a bar and watched a football match that I can't remember now. The next day I went into the city. I resisted the urge to spend money and went to find the skatepark.
The skatepark was right in the middle of the city with tower-blocks on all sides. I'd intended to get my skate on, but they were holding a contest that day. The bmxing was on first so I waited around for the skateboarding. The standard of skateboarding was pretty high and the locals weren't fazed by the humidity, which is virtually the same as Sri Lanka. It was overcast but I still managed to get burnt whilst sat around watching the contest and drinking a beer.
On my way back to the hostel I came across a couple more contests; one was for scratch djs and the other was some sort of street dance. The dancing was cheesy but the scratch djs weren't bad. The corporations have figured out they can sell pretty much anything off the back of street culture. It's kind of weird now the underground is overground.
That was the end of my hols and I flew back to Sri Lanka the following day. The strange thing was that coming back into Sri Lanka felt like coming home, but then I guess that's what it is for the moment.
The day after the gig I skipped town (and country) and made the flight to Singapore from Brisbane. The first night in Singapore I sat in a bar and watched a football match that I can't remember now. The next day I went into the city. I resisted the urge to spend money and went to find the skatepark.
The skatepark was right in the middle of the city with tower-blocks on all sides. I'd intended to get my skate on, but they were holding a contest that day. The bmxing was on first so I waited around for the skateboarding. The standard of skateboarding was pretty high and the locals weren't fazed by the humidity, which is virtually the same as Sri Lanka. It was overcast but I still managed to get burnt whilst sat around watching the contest and drinking a beer.
On my way back to the hostel I came across a couple more contests; one was for scratch djs and the other was some sort of street dance. The dancing was cheesy but the scratch djs weren't bad. The corporations have figured out they can sell pretty much anything off the back of street culture. It's kind of weird now the underground is overground.
That was the end of my hols and I flew back to Sri Lanka the following day. The strange thing was that coming back into Sri Lanka felt like coming home, but then I guess that's what it is for the moment.
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