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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
fortune. |
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November |
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Tales
of George
25.11.05 - I'm not generally in the habit of
naming my guitars, but my Martin now revels in the occasional
nomenclature of George. (George Martin). I was becoming
rather panic-stricken after the last Fresh @ Elwood gig,
because it wasn't just the cold gumming up my hands, but
George's action was proving to be a challenge, particularly
in songs that require barring all the way through. So,
today I took delivery of some new lighter gauge strings
(this is the third set in as many weeks) and hurtled up
to the long-suffering Brenden at Real Guitars for some
last minute adjustments. He's now given George the patented
Brenden Mason 'Seniors'' action - we'll see if that does
the trick this Sunday at Fresh @ Elwood. |
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1)
It does look a bit like a dining car - with columns..
2) How better to finish than with coconut jelly? |
Sublime
Oriental Tea House
25.11.05 - Just when you think there
are no surprises left, the Ay Oriental Tea House (455
Chapel St) provided the ambience and an exquisite take
on dumplings that reminded me why I bother to keep on
breathing minute after minute, hour after hour, day after
day. You will have gathered I'm over my truck with spoiled
food and can appreciate the finer things once more, but
it really felt like I'd slipped back several decades for
an hour and a bit, and was in an exaggeratedly enormous
dining car of the Orient Express - until I was compelled
to rejoin the bustling fray on Chapel St.
What's the point? There isn't one. You don't really want
to hear about all the dull bits that dominate the immediate
landscape, the despair of the prevaricating muse etc.
No, it's right you hear about the nice things.. |
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Space
28 - I shouted 'foyer!' but everyone one ignored me and resumed
counting one other's piercings.. |
The
play's the thing..
14.11.05 - Last week from Tuesday till
Friday I was suffering from (another) bout of gastro. I'm plainly
doing something unhygienic, and my suspicions are focused on
the fridge, which I haven't had to defrost for far too long,
meaning I've been running it far too low. Somebody suggested
a fridge thermometer, so I'll get one. In any case, going to
a play (Women Beware Women - Space 28 VCA) on Thursday
evening, feeling off colour as I was, in all probability prejudiced
my potential enjoyment of the work, but I'm nonetheless certain
that what I witnessed was an earnest attempt by all concerned
to convince me and the rest of the audience that this wasn't
actually an extremely tedious dud of a play. Unless you're into
practical jokes, or can convince someone that a glimpse of bare
arse and testicles is worth three hours of bum-numbing boredom,
then stay well clear. |
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