Mix Music At Fusion Factory – Mad Chaos: July 9, 1998

Reminiscing On Humor With Lyssa

Listening to a song from ‘R. Kelly’ called ‘You Remind Me Of Something’, I’m just having a little laugh at how Lyssa and I used to sing this song.  As we used to sing the Chorus which is…

You remind me of my jeep, I wanna ride it,

Something like my sound, I wanna pump it

Girl you look just like my cars, I wanna wax it

And something like my bank account, I wanna spend it.

Well sadly off tune, Lyssa and I took turns singing the first and last portions of the song in a neurotic style.  More funny, Lyssa used to hurry the words up instead of keeping them constant.  Imagine the last line being said this way ‘En Sumpin luck mie bunk accun’, slurring the words over each other, dribbling at the same tone and not making any real sense.  Yes it was funny, cute and there is a little reminiscent memory within.

Last night I can’t recall the exact time but I think I was awake until 3am in the morning watching and taping television.  Also working on some wording for my CD cover, my night was getting late, so I went to sleep.  

Plan Trip To ‘Fusion Factory’

This morning I was waking up around 12pm when I received a call on the phone.  Thinking it might be Lyssa I picked up the receiver.  To my surprise, it was Piper from the ‘Fusion Factory’.  Piper’s plans for the day were shot through.  Someone didn’t turn up, so he asked if I would like to finish off my work.  Looking out the window and noticing trees swaying uncontrollably as a result of high winds, I considered it hard.  Then realizing I had nothing to do, I accepted.

Giving myself three hours to reach the Fusion Factory I picked out something to eat and used the computer for a while.  This time I was sure to take my CD.  Then dressing, I headed towards Campbelltown.  

Stopping at Bradbury shops, I exchanged my computer game one more time, as the last one didn’t even work.  This time I bought a game called Death Gate.  

Ironically, it was similar to the game-play in my first pick but lacking in graphics, sound or game-play.  

Heading to the station just a tad early, I stopped to pick up the Drum Media.  Sitting at the station I started to browse through the points of interest.  Jumping onto my train, I was happy to be out of the gale force winds, but eventually had to jump off at Minto.

For the whole day I’ve been getting diarrhea for some odd reason.  It must be the cold weather.  But on the way home I was praying that it could hold.  Luckily it did.  

Half an hour early I walked my way through the cold weather to the hidden realms of the Fusion Factory.  Just a little hidden joke.  Well… you can laugh if you want.  From out of nowhere, this bird shit landed on my jumper.  Because of the wind’s temperament, it landed hard.  Shaking some trees of their leaves, I managed to brush off most of it and then blend in the rest of the white mould by rubbing my jumper with itself.

Mixing Music In The ‘Fusion Factory’

Upon walking inside and smelling the perfumes of fiberglass and mentholated spirits, we greeted.  Piper had a smoke as I have learnt is his usual after a meal.  Then we hurried upstairs.  Today, mixing the last track was fairly easy.  To buy time in the twenty minutes it took to burn, we toured around the sound rooms, as I learnt some more valuable information.

Only occupying his time just over half an hour, he told me his groundwork into getting within the music industry.  How he started as an assistant at Studio 301 for two years and then moved onto some other organization with music.  From there he built his $200,000 studio where he now subsides.  Once again shaking hands, I thanked him for the time and told him I might be back for the vocal overdubs.  Then I was off.

The Goofy Guy Chasing Paper

Walking to the station I sat down waiting for my train and noticed a dweeb gone wrong coming home from work in his Lowes work clothes.  Dropping what looked like a piece of paper, revealing his despondent attempt to attain credit, probably in hopes of owning a pencil sharpener franchise, his goofy feet gave way to chase after it.  Being so windy, it swayed towards the tracks and landed right next to the edge.  

After a lengthy pause, his leg stretched out, but his dull reflexes weren’t agile enough to trap the paper.  Floating over the edge now, tormenting the young lad’s concentration, he took one last dopey swing at it with his hand before it plummeted headlong towards the train tracks.

Looking left and then right (and then left again), he jumped onto the tracks, picked up his piece of paper and then scoped out the way back up.  Dopey as he was, he jumped up to the platform using his two hands to counterweight his body and boost him up.  He took a second to place his knees on the edge where he sat dormant until he finally picked himself up.  

Two ladies with a combined age of 190 years that were sitting beside him started clapping.  How embarrassed would you be.

Helping Tatton Get Paid 

His train pulled up and stepping off was Tatton and Shawn.  Noticing them from a distance, they also noticed me.  I thought I would wave.  Knowing I didn’t feel like going home yet, I jumped the tracks more successfully than the nerdy guy and then headed to greet them.  

Asking where they were off to, Tatton was on his way to Mobil just before Raby to pick up his pay.  Asking if they wanted some company, they nodded their heads in approval.  Like ‘The Lion’ ‘The Tin Man’ and the ‘Scarecrow’ we headed up the ill conceived roads, without a dog (who we would substitute in our conversations as Phoenix) and a lady figure.  No guesses for who was the one without the brain but you can argue who was the ‘Tin Man’ or ‘The Lion’ between Shawn and I.

While on our long walk to Mobil petrol station I mentioned to Tatton that Jenny McCarthy will be in next month’s issue of FHM.  Tatton already knew and then told me that Jenny is in Playboy’s Wet and Wild Edition.  As he said, she looks like she wants to take a dick in the photos.  Splendid.  

We talked about plenty of topics including Phoenix, Music, the motorbike crash and seeing ‘Run DMC’ live.

Once at Mobil, I noticed the bikie security guard that holds a gun, once acquainted with before when Imad was working.  Walking inside, Tatton done his homework and received a cheque.  

The walk back to the train station seemed shorter because I was on the verge to let my bowels loose.  Catching the train to Campbelltown, I separated with Tatton and Shawn as they were heading to Sanity.  

Catching a bus home, there was a guy that sat next to me, looked like a wog, but was pretty aggressive in sitting down and taking most of the space.  Keeping my stance, he backed off near the end of the trip.  I jumped up without noticing him.  He jumped up and sat in another seat.

Relationship Dramas All Around

Once home I chucked on the CD and started to watch television.  As the night sky was filling with darkness, the time neared 6:30pm.  I tried Lyssa at home.  With all her numbers back in their rightful presets I dialed up, she was home but was eating.  

For ten minutes I viewed television until she called back.

Lyssa was fairly happy to be talking with me.  

“Do you miss me at all,” Lyssa asked.

“I do miss you,” truthfully I informed Lyssa.  

“I don’t believe it,” she wasn’t convinced.  

Then I told her what I wrote in my Diary, which I think was yesterday, how no one would eat the Vegemite, help me with devouring Jelly or ask for Toasted Cheese Sandwiches with Vegemite on one side.  Lyssa was pleased and satisfied with my remark.  Her mind was at ease.  

“I have been strong since we broke off our relationship, and with everything else that has been happening since then.  It has been hard,” Lyssa told me, “But on the weekend, I will dress in all black to mourn our passing.”

Lyssa painted a morbid picture.  Maybe she was being sarcastic was my thought.

She explained, “Everyone at work was complaining about bad boyfriends.  Two of my friends are having almost the same problem as what happened in our relationship.  Her boyfriend was losing love, and my friend, she was confused and angry.”

“My friend asked if I thought I would get back together with you,” Lyssa continued.

“What did you say you would do,” I wondered.

“I told her I probably wouldn’t get back together with my boyfriend,” Lyssa boasted. “Then the girl started crying.”

It seems that the girl with the same problems as ours was basing her experiences with Lyssa and what was going to happen to her.

Leaving the phone in half an hour, I started watching Star Gate.  When it was finished I called Lyssa back.  That gave Lyssa enough time to talk with Carleigh who I didn’t want the pleasure to say hello to.  

Some time through this I called Imad.  He was on his way to Brighton with the 20-year-old girl he fancies.

Phone Lyssa Back At Night

Calling Lyssa back at 8:30pm we talked for an hour, making each other laugh.  

“I love your normal laugh,” Lyssa told me.

All night I tried to imitate my normal laugh, but couldn’t capture the same reality.  

During our telephone conversation we played a game with touch dial tones.  Lyssa had to guess what number I was calling and I would guess her numbers.  Most of the time I was right with my estimations.  Lyssa was just laughing astonished.

Nearing the end of the night Lyssa started giving me kisses on the phone.  Happy to oblige, I gave her kisses back ending a happy night on the phone.  

“It will be weird now that we won’t kiss again, but I’m happy to move on,” Lyssa shared.

Later, she added, “One day in the future we will get back together for all the right reasons.”

I was happy with that notion.

Before I go, I have to call Lyssa tomorrow at 1pm tomorrow while she’s working on Reception.  

“You probably won’t be able to talk to me tomorrow night because I’m going out for the night,” Lyssa told me.

“So, anyway, I hope somebody calls me at work tomorrow, so that I am not so bored at reception,”she gave me strong sarcastic hints to call her tomorrow at work.

If I wake up on time, I might just do that.  

Like a ritual of hours, we coaxed each other to find different ways to say goodnight.  After a minute, it was time to hang up, politely.  

Final Touches On CD Artwork

For a couple of hours now I’ve been watching television and listening to music, but now I feel like having some of that Vegemite that would probably be left out there for a while, maybe two pieces of toast.  

Apart from that, I’m going to work on the computer artwork and then read my new FHM magazine.  Profanity will be hurtled at the game supplied by Video Ezy.  I won’t be able to play tonight because it’s so shit.

Well, let me leave this entry short, well short enough compared to the other diary entries this month.  Let’s try and keep it trim for tonight.  

Also, no plans for the weekend, except for Sunday.  Things will be so boring this weekend, no computer game to play.  With Lyssa there was time to fill pleasantly, but nowadays… it’s different.