The bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous fortune.
 
 
 
 
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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.
 
 

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..
 

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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