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The
bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music
and Outrageous Fortune. |
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Keaton
chews on party food and wonders who I am.. |
Keaton's
first birthday party
21.7.13 - The legend
continues! The Robbos' miracle baby, Keaton, celebrated
his first birthday in style last night at a restaurant
in Carnegie, surrounded by family with Daz (and
Deb) and me representing the band - Bill couldn't
make it. After Thursday's unseasonable warmth it
was back to business as usual weather-wise i.e.
cold and wet, but things were warm enough inside.
Keaton was a little mystified by proceedings but
stayed alert and in good humour all night, determined
to party-on at all costs. I was happy to hear that
Lisa's frozen shoulder is on the mend, although
it may take up to two years to effect a complete
recovery. My suggestion that she should wear a rope
ladder round her neck for Keaton to clamber up didn't
go down very well.. |
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The
Age voted this the top slice of its kind in Melbourne
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Maria
returns to Canberra
16.7.13 - Neither of us could
believe it when we totted up how many days Maria
has been staying here in Mt Waverley. Forty-one
days today - almost six whole weeks! You'd think
we'd have noticed. So much of it's been uncatalogued
too - my diary-keeping routine has been severely
tested and found wanting. Luckily there are pics
saved on various devices, like the one here of a
partially ravaged vanilla slice of the prize-winninng
variety to be found at the French
Lettuce patisserie on Nicholson St. We passed
by it the other day on the way back from a cheese
buying spree in Lygon St and we ducked in for a
cuppa and a slice on the way to the airport today.
I'm not normally a fan of vanilla slices, but this
was to die for.. |
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The
oysters were fresh and the roe popped delightfully |
Lunch
out of town
11.7.13 - It was a lovely day
yesterday - clear blue sky and bright sunlight and
virtually no breeze - so Maria and I decided to
head into the Yarra Valley for lunch, specifically
to the
Tarrawarra Estate a few minutes out of Healesville.
We've been there before for an exhibition, but bro'
Dick reckons the food is alright and he's usually
reliable re' food.
They recommend you book, but there was only one
other table occupied when we arrived and so we had
the place to ourselves for most of the time.
I had the oysters (pic) followed by the
venison and Maria had the twice-cooked duck and
we finished with the cheese platter. I had a glass
of the H-block pinot which was adequate but generally
the repast was excellent. Hooray! |
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1)
Bill, Brenden Mason and Gary Young swap jokes at
the Knox Club 2) Gary belts out Heartbreak Hotel |
3)
Brenden and Bill flank a brave Heather Glover |
Vale
Rockin' Ron Glover
5.7.13
- The first I knew about it was when I got
a text from Ron's son David on Saturday explaining
that Ron had died peacefully in hospital that day
after suffering a massive heart attack Thursday
week ago. It was privileged information which characterises
Ron's closeness to Spectrum as well as a number
of other Melbourne bands - there were times when
he and Heather arrived as we were still setting
up and were the only two in the audience all night.
On one such night at the Ivy, Ron noticed that I
had my harps case on the floor and had to bend down
to pick them up. He made some on-the-spot calculations
and the next time at the Ivy produced a finely crafted
harps tray that attached to the mic stand - forever
to be referred to as the |
Ron Glover memorial harps
tray. Steve Williams related how Ron had made a
series of face masks that allowed him to play sax
while he battled Bell's palsy. Yes, Ron could sure
talk the talk, but he could also walk the walk.
Ron's wife Heather (pic 3) bore up bravely
all day. Maria and I arrived at the wind-swept graveside
at Lilydale Memorial Park this morning just as she
started speaking - and she began by relating a dream
she'd had a couple of nights before where she and
Ron were sitting at the St Andrews pub and Mike
Rudd from Spectrum had approached them and asked
some question or other - and she expected Ron to
answer because Ron always answers - and Ron hadn't
spoken.
To cap it off, I'll Be Gone came on as
the coffin was lowered into the grave - it was sheer
coincidence as it was just one song on a mix-tape
of songs, but I felt honoured nevertheless. Vale
Rockin' Ron. |
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