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The Bendgo Gallery
A trip to Bendigo and down memory lane with Jeff Beck..
23.4.14 - I can't remember what day it was now - it may've been Monday week ago already - but Maria and I made a snap decision to drive up tp Bendigo in her toy poodle and take in the Royal Academy show that the local gallery has somehow managed to snaffle for itself. In the event the perfect autumnal weather might have tipped the scales in our decision and the drive there and back was very pleasant as a result, but the show itself was very well presented and well worth the couple of hours drive whatever the weather. The thing that struck me was quite obvious I suppose, but perhaps a third of the works on display were familiar to me from reproductions in books, so to it was revelatory to find myself looking at the real thing and in actual scale - and in Bendigo of all places.
Last night we treated ourselves to the Jeff Beck concert at Hamer Hall. I've long been a Beck admirer and so was very glad when Maria saw the concert over the horizon and we booked seats. Good seats too, although being up against the back wall might've invited the bottom end to play silly buggers with the overall balance. It was prodigiously loud from the
opening thunderous bass riff, but the Beck-meister was in top form and there were many sublime moments that will outlast the tinnitus I'm sure. His reading of Danny Boy was one such a moment and his inviting support Beth Hart to join the band on stage for a couple of tunes was generous - not to mention a welcome contrast in two hours of otherwise solid instrumentalising.
 
     
     
 
 
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