This isn’t coincidence, there’s no such thing ...

My brother loves physics at the moment. So much so, that when I eventually return home he pesters me with distinct physics questions that, if he wasn’t so narrow-minded, would encroach on the territory of metaphysics and philosophy. One such discussion recently incurred a moment of crystallisation in my own being. Crystallisation, in this context, concerns the process of a highly saturated solution filled with solid to the point that it can no longer dissolve, and the slightest nudge of the glass causes the whole solution to immediately solidify and crystallise. It’s a moment of stark realisation. He was talking about kinetic energy, and how the total energy in must equal the total energy out, and so on and so forth.

Boom. Crystallisation.

For a while now I have been trying to pinpoint where I am in terms of maturity and character development, a completely futile exercise to be sure, so don’t even attempt it (the koan “what is the sound of one hand clapping?” springs to mind). This to me had seemed like the inelastic car crash Andrew was describing- I’m happier than I’ve ever been, I’m surrounded by fantastic people, I’m doing what I love and working, perfectly balancing seeking new friendships and experiences with cultivating the relationships and experiences that I already have. I am making inroads to that ultimate goal of getting 100% out of myself, and attacking everything that I do at 100% intensity. A lofty goal to be sure, but a noble one to strive for. Most interesting are the things I have been able to work out intellectually, although I shouldn’t be surprised at my capacity to do so. I realised some time ago that my intellect could only take me so far, like a fish that has swum upstream as far as it can, but cannot climb the mountain without evolving into something that breathes a different kind of oxygen. I sidestepped, disregarding my intellect and snapping back to the world of feelings and spontaneity. Even that didn’t work, but that’s another story. Only the ending matters here- no matter where I am, I’m almost content. Almost enlightened, almost at peace. There’s one little nagging thought at the back of my being, like the buzz of a fridge stopping one from hearing true silence. Not that anyone can know true silence, but that's a different matter. This crystallisation I speak of comes with the knowledge that there are no problems, per se, there are only situations that one either deals with immediately, or puts them out of ones mind until they can be dealt with in the now. This crystallisation came with the discovery that I don't have multiple situations I need to deal with, I only really have one. It came when my entire history and being resolved itself into a single thought, a single defining moment, a single river I must wade through completely of my own accord.

It came when I realised I have to tell someone how I feel about them. I would laugh if it wasn’t happening to me- there’s definitely a sense of full circle going on here. As Feist says, it potentially a situation of same feeling, opposite times. This needs some context …

So pathetic. So insecure. So.... Small. It’s so unlike me, to be this vulnerable, and this terrified of being vulnerable. More frequently I have witnessed why people are unhappy, dishonest and such, and I believe I have found the root of this problem. The “boson” particle of amateur psychology.

The moment we fall from grace as conscious beings is the moment we put up a wall around our heart. These walls of will are hardened by dread, insecurity and plain old fear. We are taught to deny our true feelings, to repress them because we are told that they are unjust, and wicked. Apparently our true selves aren’t worthy of wider society, but this is precisely the problem- the moment the way to our heart is blocked, we are dishonest with ourselves. And that is the root of all dysfunction in human nature- what could be more dysfunctional than that? When we do not accept a situation as it is, we deny reality; we repress our true selves and true status, in the hope of … well, nothing really. We just can’t face the facts, and thus can’t face our true self. People lie, because they lie to themselves. People hate what they see in others, what they condemn in themselves. Look at the negative people in your immediate vicinity and you will know this to be true. Your heart is the most powerful thing you possess, a flame that burns hotter and brighter than rational thought from your brain, and longer than physical prowess stemming from your physical body. Denying what is in our hearts is akin to trying to suffocate a fire with a blanket- all it does is produce massive amounts of smoke. And where does this smoke go? Up into our head, clouding our judgement and scaring us into passivity, and making choices that go against our “gut.” This “smoke” is where fear comes from, the sapping of vital energy that turns your legs hollow and your stomach to jelly. Unless of course, you tear down those walls that surround the nuclear furnace that is your heart, and allow it to go supercritical. Let the flame consume your entire being- all fears, thoughts and mind forms turn to nothing under the intense heat. For me personally, if I know what I want and I don't have it, fear becomes fury without effort, and fear is a weapon that makes my intellect into a toy. And all the fear, fury and subsequent emotions and thoughts are out there, and your mind is now free of smoke, clear as a crystal bell. This is a process that cannot truly be described by words, they only point to the truth. You will have to know this to have it occur, rather than just grasp it intellectually. Knowing is different from understanding, because understanding is only getting something intellectually. And that is such a narrow way of looking at things.

So how does this relate to the crystallisation? The, err, subject of that revelation fits the bill of a person with a wall around their heart. Not a cold individual by any means, but someone who cannot look into their own heart. Who wouldn't know a metaphor if it bit them. Perhaps it stems from being a woman who can think for herself, because this is treated as rare and isolated in western society. As such, ordinary boys have ignored her, and she has ever so slowly surrendered to a path of least resistance- giving up chasing what her heart yearns for. People cover this us in a manner of ways, and this is so with her, engaging in surface affairs with other men, disguised as shallow friendships, pretending to be “one of the boys” for the sake of camouflage. But it gives me pause to think of what she would do if she met someone that she can trust with her heart, that most prized possession of hers. I think that after so many years of running away from it, she would barely recognise it anymore. And what happens after that stage is completely beyond any tool I have to fathom, intellectual or otherwise. That is my situation; that is what I’m truly afraid of. Jumping out of a plane doesn’t scare me, running a marathon in mud doesn't scare me …

But telling somebody how I feel about them? And not having the slightest idea what the answer could be? Well, that scares the living shit out of me.

So what’s my next step? Well, I’ve actually written it out for the world to see (if they so choose) so perhaps I can face it myself after all. The only thing that makes me different from the normal dysfunctional people is that I can face my own fear. Not only that, but I can look it in the eye, and it doesn't even slow me down. But until I manifest all of that into a single sentence, I am no better than anyone else. Because now I get to the conclusion of this piece and see my own stupidity. I was dumb enough to intellectualise it, to let the mental idea of this problem bounce around me head until it rooted me to the ground, unable to act. To let it swirl around in my head for months, slowly killing my chances for salvation, because salvation was never a moment in time- salvation was always now. 

I was stupid enough to think that I actually had a problem. Ha. No more.

Zebra

How often do you get a blank canvas? Is the canvas white with black stripes, or black with white stripes?The few moments when you cast off the weight of the past, and begin to look at reality through the eyes of the present, are moments to be cherished. Annoyingly, it is painful how difficult they are to stimulate.

Tonight I sat in awe of a brilliant performance. Yes, the music was absolutely incredible, but what really caught and held my attention was his pure presence, his consciousness shining through at every opportunity. John Butler, a man of the moment, without letting up for a second. It is said that you have to see yourself in the reflection of a master, and connect with being through their own presence, and enter your own being through them. This is an ideal that became reality for me tonight, as I sat in a state of deep awe and happiness for the entirety of the performance. How on earth did that happen? And since when can I stop thinking for any amount of time?

That joy, as far as I can tell, stemmed from the feeling of being completely content in a moment. Not wishing that you were anywhere else, at another time or wearing a different shirt. You wanna know the best bit though?


Having someone to share it with.

Perhaps I'm less selfish than I thought after all. It's a slow, bumpy process, but I'm trending in the direction of the people I aspire to be like. Having said that, I do owe Claz an apology. That, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) was because of one small point in time when I wasn't in the moment, when instead of being aware of what was happening around me, I was thinking about myself. The unfortunate bit is that I had no control over what I was doing in that moment. The fortunate part is that I can recognise it as a problem now, so hopefully, in the infinitely small future, I can catch myself before I accidentally offend someone else.

No emotion in this piece for a change, it's receded for a little while, although when it comes flooding back I suspect it will be just as jumbled as before. Figuring out what you really want- why is it so fundamentally easy, yet so hard?

Final parting thought- The present moment is all you will ever have.

Perpetually Content?

Well hello there! Must say, it's been a long time between drinks. Forgive me for assuming that my life isn't worth 10 status updates or tweets a day. Twitter is like masturbating in a crowded public pool anyway- anyone that takes interest in what you're doing is even more messed up than you are. So, seeing as it's been a ridiculously long time between updates, I may as well file a progress report.

How many epiphany's can you have in one week? Not just a fleeting joyful moment, enough to radically change your way of thinking completely. My consciousness is shooting off on tangents I could never comprehend before. Situations are viewed differently, thoughts are clearer, and- most importunity- I finally know what I want. But more on that later.

I knew only having a week's worth of holiday over summer would pay dividends at some point (seriously, work full-time AND do a full-time study load? Who's stupid enough to do that- oh wait, that's right) even if the weather is more like appropriate for ice hockey. Turns out, it's all I need. How much of a gift is it to finally know what you want? Not convince your mind you want it through thoughts, but feel it somewhere deeper, in a place where the "mind" doesn't exist. I had such a moment recently.

Let me backtrack. So there I was, doing a weeks worth of cramming for my summer units at the caravan, pushing my intellect to its breaking point. Alas, there's one thing that hasn't changed- I still have a massive procrastination problem. I was walking along the beach trying to clear my head, when I happened to glance up at the bluff at the same time a ray of sunlight broke through a thunderhead. It was such a beautiful sight, my mind emptied. There I was, as content in a moment as I'd ever been. That's not the interesting bit, however. After some infinitely small or long amount of time, I found within myself, deep down where thoughts cease to exist, wishing I had someone to share it with. I'm not sure whether it was someone in particular, or just the idea of someone, but there was certainly a gap recognisable, like my partial mind needed completion from an external source. In retrospect, it's actually quite hilarious how the world works.

Finally, I understand. For at least 2 months now I've been endlessly debating in my head issues of proximity, time, friendship, risk, finance, you name it. Even Michael Hurley's best position, key forward or key back. Actually, that last ones irrelevant, ignore that. Now I know what to aim for, I can finally decide what to do. After all, doing and happening are in essence the same thing. Now, time to sort that out.

I should probably explain why the title is how it is. Someone remarked it the other day, that because I always find myself in the weird position of giving advice on matters of philosophy and emotional states(I admit, I actually suck at it, but I'm really good at sucking at it!) that by comparison, to almost everyone else, I am perpetually content. Now how could that be? For me that means something close to enlightenment, which I highly doubt I'll ever find while I still have things to achieve in the physical world. It almost seems selfish, meditating your way into bliss while millions of other people get fucked over by horrible circumstances every day ... but back to the point, I am now officially the "zen" one of the group. I have no idea how it came to be, but ... I like it. It's a good thing to aim for. But on the other hand, all of the best competitors in the world are never content- that's how they achieve great things. And I genuinely believe I'm in the top 1% of the human race for competitiveness, yet I'm not outwardly the slightest bit aggressive- I'm actually quite placid. Somehow, I need to get these two mindsets to co-exist, and enhance the quality of the other, without compromising it. Possibly my greatest challenge yet ...

So that's it for now, and please forgive me if I missed anything, I ate the brown acid at Woodstock in '69 and can scarcely remember my own name.

Lights Part 2

"The more we learn, the more we understand how much we do not know."

Just a couple of points that that I couldn't cover before tea, continuing this contradiction theme.

One; Which category would I want to fit into?

Two; Which category am I?

Three; Which category am I perceived as?

Perhaps out of the depth of these three raises another question? Can one fit equally into both, and excel at both? I might answer that later, if I feel like it. So first of all to answer question 1-

I can't choose between them, simple as that. There are obvious benefits to both, but what weighs more heavily on my mind, for some eclectic reason, are the drawbacks. First, the intelligent category, people that are piercing and sharp and detailed and ...... icy? For lack of a better word. But there's no denying that most really, really bright people are pessimistic by nature, not necessarily selfish but often have an underlying negative attitude. Thom Yorke, Kurt Cobain, George Orwell, Albert Einstein ...... it's an exhaustive list. Perhaps we can see everything that is wrong with the world, and everything that is wrong with ourselves, and those around us, and we eventually come to the disturbing notion that, try as we may, we cannot fix everything. Certainly one I'm still struggling with is the notion that I cannot help everyone, that I cannot possibly, try as I may, stay friends with everyone that means something to me. I could begin a hundred new projects, and pour over them all endlessly, but there's still the bitter realisation that I couldn't possibly finish them all. Perhaps it's my own experiences with others, but discussing large world issues and notions lacks ............ intimacy? Is that the right word? All I know really is that some people after a few minutes of everyday pleasantries and conversation make me want to push them off a cliff, or roll them down a mountain. It seems that at the summit of intelligence the temperature is icier, the falls more dangerous, and the air harder to breathe.

Well, what about the other category, the happy- go- lucky? After all the talk of cold, the idea of people being always warm and fuzzy towards you is certainly appealing. It's warming and ..... well, fuzzy. Fuzzy like blurred edges on a photo, or distortion clouding precise musical notes. It feels good in the moment, and certainly creates an uplifting feeling while the songs playing but ....... once it's over, you realise that what you've heard is overwhelmingly simple, and designed to hit the ears of mediocre minds. Having a few beers with the lads is always fun .... whilst drunk. Everyones your mate when you've been drinking, and every decision you make feels good, and right ...... but you always wake up the next day feeling sick, sore, with crater sized wholes in your memory and the eventual realisation that most of the people you met must think that you're a mess, stupid and irresponsible. Brendan Fevola felt good urinating on a shop window resisting arrest, yet the aftermath has caused severe depression and ripped his AFL career into pieces. Hannah Montana sings about the glorified Hollywood teen lifestyle and how good it is, yet the general public still understand that she is a fraud, a fake, a figurehead for an ultimately corrupt industry and culture. We all make stupid decisions, but why do we make them? Because it feels fantastic at the point of decision, and we lack the foresight to see the consequences of our actions.

Perhaps it's either intimacy or isolation. Now that's a disturbing thought. No, that's not right. Maybe it's two clear, equal and opposite states of mind- Punch Drunk, or Sober with Loneliness. And can the two be intertwined? To make choices that feel good in the middle of the night, and wake up the next morning with that same smile on your face? Maybe that's a little utopian. So to answer question 1- I would rather fit into both, or neither at all, because to alienate half of who I am isn't going to make life easy for me.

Okay, now to answer questions 2 and 3, and now we see a return of the contradiction theme. Try as I may, I have never been able to conform to a singular subset of people, or just one culture of people. Jocks and blokes in general say I look, walk and talk like a footballer, yet am amazed when they feel my mind at work. Science nerds who see my mind buzzing away at problems are surprised when I reveal my love for music, and for art in general. And, to complete the circle, artists and musicians find it weird that I row, and have a deep attachment to Aussie Rules. See the problem yet? No matter where I go, I'm never quite fitting in. Always close, but no cigar. I can go from quantum mechanics to Ricky Ponting in the same sentence, and I think it's a talent, but it's a hindrance, an alienating factor. After all,

Unless I find people that understand each end of the sentence ... unless there's a group of people out there just as diverse and sporadic as I am, yet just as driven. I've met a few, and I wish I could meet a few more. Other people that in the middle of an busy executive boardroom, would be busy planning their next escape to a quiet pocket of solitude in the country. Yet somehow, at the same time, could be in the middle of the ocean on a surfboard, in a tranquil, peaceful corner of the world, and still be thinking about the world's problems and how best to fix them.

Gargh, I sound like a whiny, incoherent douchebag when I get on a roll. I probably should invest in an off switch. So in answer to these questions; 1- both, and neither, 2- no idea, 3- all. Man, I should really get around to writing some songs, somehow extracting and mining all the ore buried in my consciousness and seeing if there's any diamonds or gold. Oh wait, I need to be good at guitar first. Oh bugger. Hindsight is a bitch. I think far too much for my own good. That concludes today's presentation, and try to not let Godzilla step on you before next we meet!

Peace niggas!

Lights

"I am, one big, walking chemical reaction."
"I am, just a fleeting neon road sign attraction."
"I am, one big, fleeting errant contradiction."

Humans are funny creatures, aren't they? We're infinitely complex, with every goal, need, emotion, interaction and action wrapped up in the big, somewhat dirty intertwined rainforest that represents our lives.  I'm even confusing myself these days. One part of me wants to rush into the big city and begin a thousand crazy construction projects and begin to attack work with the momentum of a freight train, Yet, curiously, the other half of me wants to move to a small shack by a nice beach, and spend the rest of my days doing nothing but surfing, playing guitar and reading various books. It's like the pace of modern society has no appeal to me whatsoever- I'm either moving fast beyond it, at the speed of light, or slower than continental drift. And naturally, society would be inclined to reject me, to turn away this extremist. Perhaps I need to work on a sense of duality- seeing if these two archetypes that encapsulate my underlying consciousness can work together, in harmony, for the good of myself and those in close proximity.

I had a lovely reminder today of just how unbelievably intelligent some of my close friends are today, and I consider myself extremely fortunate. I don't know why I can fit in with such geniuses, yet somehow, inexplicably, I can understand both to an extent that most people cannot. One with an intellect like a laser beam; impossibly strong and focused, able to burn a hole through a wall, yet  very narrow. Perhaps that's just a trait of engineers. The other, on the other hand, was much broader by comparison, not necessarily less potent, but much more diverse in nature. Following the light metaphor, the latter represents more of a flickering candle- not as powerful in terms of output, yet still hot enough to burn your hand, and with the added bonus of illuminating all of the space around it. Creating ever- changing shadows, flickering constantly as it searches for the elusive consistency and certainty that the laser always has, yet knows no other way.

So where do I fit into this metaphor? I guess I'm somewhat of a pivot point, the fulcrum of a lever with the candle on one side, and the laser on the other side. I can't really think of a metaphor describing me, but more importantly, I can still be awed at the sheer miracles that both sides could produce. Both of which are lights would help illuminate oneself, even merely through basic human interaction.

Moving on now, as I wondered in awe as to how smart these people were, that although most of my friends have a "piercing" and "powerful" intellect, not all of my friends do. Perhaps it's just not in a way that's noticeable to me, but I still felt guilty and ashamed upon reflection- that intellect was the only thing that I valued. This got me thinking again- is there a single underlying trait that deems a persons success, perspective, generosity and outlook? Maybe there is. I now considered two of my closest mates, who wouldn't fit in the same category as those with devastating galaxies sitting above their shoulders. These aforementioned two mates are both enlisting in the army, yet are just as "good" (I use good in this sense as a word that summarises my previous underlying traits in humans) and kind to others, and I find just as easy to get along with. They are both hard as nails, determined, have insatiable work ethics (when pointed in the right direction) and possessing great strength of character. So now I ask myself where I fit in with these lads- am I strong enough to go through what they are about to undertake?

Now I'm really confused (which is seeming to happen more frequently) as to which category I would rather fit into. Strength of Mind, or Strength of Character? This isn't to suggest that there is a deficit in the alternate personality trait, yet merely to acknowledge ones strength. Who would I rather be? And which one am I actually?

Uh god, my head hurts. Time to go and eat some dinner and participate in much simpler things.

Peace niggas :D

"You're the size of a planet, but inside you're just, so, small!"

Predictions are almost never true. I guess it's futile for any of us to even bother trying to guess how the future is going to unfold, and react accordingly. How can you fill in the blanks of a jigsaw puzzle when it consists of billions upon billions of pieces?

Let me backtrack a few days. In recent times I've talked to a few close friends, who will go unnamed out of respect for their privacy, about things that haven't gone "according to plan" in their adopted idea of a successful life. One was university based, one was friendship based. And upon discussing said topics with aforementioned people, I wondered why on earth I wasn't on the other side of the conversation.

Let me backtrack to the start of this year. It's perhaps no real secret that I didn't achieve that annoying little number out of 100 that my entire schooling life was based upon. Whether it was because of the cold I got over the exam period, or simply due to inadequate preparation and study, I can't really be sure. But I sat speechless and insecure, mind whirling through a thousand different possibilities, on the fateful morning that I received my fateful little number by text message. I found most of my friends with smiling, satisfied faces, "clearly in" the courses that they were aiming for. And I simply smiled too, and mumbled some empty banter about not being sure about how successful I was. And over the summer, while everyone sat back and drank to their successes and dreamt accordingly, I spent the whole time at the beach worrying, and frantically planning for the worst of outcomes. Then January 17th popped around, and I was stuck with the bitter realisation that I had missed out on my top preference in Melbourne, and instead would be whisked off to a completely different town with no-one that I was close mates with to lean upon. Yet I didn't sulk, complain, blame or resent, I just grit my teeth, put my head down, and thrust myself onto a road that I, for once in my life, had no understanding of where it would lead. It's funny, at least now upon reflection, that I chose Melbourne first only because most of my close friends would be going there too. The company of people like me, that I can trust, enjoy their company, and lean on when times get hard.

How wrong I was

I got to Geelong with a course that I soon discovered that not only was better in the long-term aspects of employment and industry relevance, but at it's essence is something that I am both good at and enjoy. Tick. Not only that, but I found myself living with an entirely new group of people, and to be honest the whole experience has been exhilirating. It's difficult to explain, but let me try anyway; how we are viewed by our friends and those that are close to us is an opinion formed over the time that we know each other. How we are viewed and judged by our friends is something that we may not have immediate control over, and is formed over our last year, or years. Ultimately, our history is what we are remembered for. But all of a sudden, I was thrust in with an entirely new group of people, and a new opportunity to see who I really am, at this point in time. Basically, it means that I can take a snapshot of who I am now at this exact point in time. And, refreshingly, it's someone who I am a little surprised at, but pleased with all the same. Instead of a boring old journal on my personal history hundreds of pages long, I instead get a snapshot pushed under my nose. Vibrant, Colourful. Far more descriptive than anything else I could hope for.

Who wouldn't like the opportunity to change something about themselves, right? Imagine if you could change from an introvert to a talker? Or a slacker to a professional? Or go from uptight and serious to relaxed and peaceful? It's an opportunity anyone wise would jump at. It seems, for better or worse, that I am more diplomatic and easy-going, and get along with everyone in a really good way. The only drawback is when people come running to me to bitch about other people. What more can I do than nod my head and mumble? The most intriguing thing, however, is when I return occasionally to the people I've known for longer, and the first thing they say is "Jimmy! You look like a surfer now! My god, look how much you've changed?" My answer to that is simply; I am still the same person, but you're shining a different light upon me. You're seeing the picture of now, rather than the story of before. Funny how perspective can alter things. 

Which brings us to the irony. In all my pedantic insecurity and worrying, I honestly thought I would be the one that hit roadblocks before anyone else, and would turn to others seeking advice. Maybe I'm more repulsed by it than I should be, but that comes to masculinity and "bro" nature. The people I picked as the most stable and most likely to succeed in this foreign new world called "Uni" all of a sudden aren't coping as well as I thought? Maybe that serves me right, trying to predict things. The bottom line in all of this? Well, that's far simpler than it may appear. If either of you are reading this, you are far too intelligent, talented and driven to be plagued by the anchoring of self- doubt. If you ever think that you aren't smart enough, aren't good enough or cannot climb the mountain ahead, I will personally lock you in a room full of spiders until you think otherwise, then slap you. Okay, maybe not the last bit. But just remember that I am always willing to help, because if not for some eclectic twist of my fate and future I should be standing in your place, at the other side of the conversation. You don't owe me anything, and I will only really be happy when you are.

Which brings me to my final point for today (even though technically speaking it is changing days at the time of writing). My greatest discovery of this year, and perhaps so far, is finally understanding what actually makes me happy. It's so big and complicated, yet so simple. I am only going to be happy if others around me are happy. Hey, I've finally become selfless. About time too, a bloated ego is the last thing I need right now. Although having said that, I've used the term "I" 93 times in this post already. Fuck. An ego like that and I should be a rockstar or something, I really must address that. But until the next quote, keep happy and focused, and remember that despite what we may fleetingly think, we are all so much bigger on the inside. 

Oh, and if anyone feels the need to slap me, or kick me in the testicles with a steel- clad shoe, please get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

 

Peace niggas,

Jimmy

Work To Do- This 2 weeks

Here is my comprehensive revision listfor the next 2 weeks, in no particular order.


1. Street Spirit (Fade Out)- Radiohead
2. Jigsaw Falling Into Place- Radiohead
3. Paranoid Android- Radiohead
4. You and Whose Army?- Radiohead/ John Frusciante
5. Go To Sleep- Radiohead
6. How To Disappear Completely- Radiohead
7. Stellar- Incubus
8. Runaway Train- Brandon Boyd
9. Adolescents- Incubus
10. Defiance- Incubus
11. New Skin (Acoustic)
12. Make Yourself- Incubus
13. Drive- Incubus
14. Periscopes- The Beautiful Girls
15. This Old Love- Lior
16. Carry On- Motor Ace
17. Californication- Red Hot Chili Peppers
18. Soul To Squeeze- Red Hot Chili Peppers
19. I Coul;d Have Lied- Red Hot Chili Peppers
20. Neon (Acoustic)- John Mayer
21. Message In A Bottle- John Mayer/ The Police/ John Butler
22. Daniella- John Butler Trio
23. Wish You Were Here (Piano)- Incubus
24. Promises Promises- Incubus
25. So Beautiful- Pete Murray
26. Champagne Supernova- Oasis
27. Fly With You- Pete Murray
28. Big Jet Plane- Angus & Julia Stone
29. Opportunity- Pete Murray
30. Peaches & Cream- John Butler Trio
31. Yellow Brick Road- Angus & Julia Stone
32. Kid A- John Mayer
33. 2+2=5- Radiohead
34. Lotus Flower- Thom Yorke
35. The Present Tense- Thom Yorke
36. Everything In Its Right Place- Thom Yorke
37. The Eraser- Thom Yorke
38. This Summer- Josh Pyke
39. Time Like These- Foo Fighters
40. Learn To Fly- Foo Fighters
41. Best Of You- Foo Fighters
42. Since You've Been Gone- Powderfinger
43. Bail Me Out- Pete Murray
44. Feeler- Pete Murray
45. See The Sun- Pete Murray
46. Little Lion Man- Mumford & Sons
47. Sex And Candy- Marcy Playground
48. Cookie Jar- Jack Johnson
49. Silhouetic- Birds Of Tokyo
50. Rogues- Incubus


Oh hell, this is going to be fantastically painful. But nonetheless, amazing. Strap yourselves in.