Barbaric Poetries: Appetite for Destruction

Reflecting the Blackboard topic from last week, I decided to hold out some of the rap videos created during the 90s. As a soul that grew up on MTV (when they still aired these things called music videos), I noticed a movement of increasing censorship on what you could say and/or do in a video. One of the key differences between the rap videos of old and new is the prevalence of weapons.

Gerard Henderson, Paul Sheehan, and once again the interior city .

Catching a Melbourne tram, our vaguely socially aware hosts advised us, is approximately equivalent to contracting a pane of the bubonic plague, or perhaps pulling on a couple of extremely smelling socks.

Unreliable, uncomfortable, slow, dysfunctional, hopeless, and a dreadful way to give the centre of the metropolis in research of a drinking session. Almost better to get caught drunk driving and lose the license.