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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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1) Sam waits
for some intelligible words 2) Rick applies the blow torch 3) Vics
vote for no change
4) Chris
relaxes in a Brave New World 5) This way Mr Rudd.. |
The
week that was..
27.11.06 - One can delude oneself that
nothing much goes on in one's life when one is a feckless musician
with no visible means of support, but sometimes events thrust
themselves upon one in rapid succession and challenge one's
perceptions. For instance, my stepfather Sam (pic 1)
and his wife Eve appeared in Melbourne on holiday from NZ last
week, and on Wednesday Richard, Mary and I had a very happy
lunch with them at the Lincoln Hotel in Carlton to celebrate.
(Exemplary food and service incidentally - highly recommended).
After months of trying to grow my hair, I finally lost patience
and took myself down to |
Rick at Siren (pic 2) in
the Harp Village (appropriate, no?), updated my repertoire of
risqué jokes and was expertly shorn. On Saturday we Vics
were required to vote for no change in the government thank
you, and later I took Chris out for a coffee and monitored his
behaviour on the latest suite of drugs he's been prescribed.
He's now had another one added to the original two to ameliorate
the side effects I noticed last week (i.e walking round
in circles), and while they haven't abated entirely, they appear
to have diminished - a bit. He's obviously thriving on the eating-like-a-horse
side effect, and his face has filled out and his skin is clear,
(pic 4) so I hope that doesn't disappear altogether.
Last night after the Boat Shed gig, I drove up to Richard and
Mary's in Warrandyte and enjoyed the Curly Flat 2000 pinot I'd
acquired the weekend previously, so it was somewhat of a coincidence
that I found I had an appointment for a check up with my pinot-fancying
dentist today. (pic 5) He claimed that he had a nice
little pinot from the Adelaide Hills he was going to give me
to try, but in the event he'd forgotten to bring it in. I guess
that almost makes us even for the time I missed an appointment
not so long ago.. |
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Technology
failure
20.11.06 - I s'pose this has happened to most of
you already, and I guess that I'm lucky that it hasn't happened
to me before now, but I felt very let-down and disappointed
when my Nokia refused to wake up on Saturday morning. At first
I thought that the battery was flat, but a couple of fruitless
hours on the charger soon disabused me of this notion and
I began to fret. I was commited to pick up Chris from Vermont
St at 11.00, and the prospect of an interminable time at the
Telstra shop with Chris was not the most appealing, so I determined
to be guided by my anxiety about being phone-less for a day
or two as to whether I tackled it immediately or waited till
today (Monday).
Predictably I was a goner as soon as I left the house, so
after I picked up Chris I went back home and retrieved my
lifeless machine and headed to the Telstra Shop. For a change
I only had to wait about ten minutes before an assistant found
himself locked in my steely gaze with no way of retreat and
had to acknowledge me and my bereavement, but he had the air
of a man with no real solutions, and not only that, no spare
phones to tide me over in the meantime.
When he confessed he couldn't even test my battery, I looked
at Chris, (who had been pretty patient to that point), and
said 'Let's go, son!' and we headed up the road to the uncharted
territory that is Crazy John's.
About thirty minutes into the Crazy John's experience, Chris
started walking around in circles, something he hasn't done
since he was a toddler, but which the new medication regime
seems to have reawakened. He kept this up until the deal was
done (some thirty minutes later) and I had a new 3G Nokia
(not working yet) in my possession. By then we were both starving,
so I relented and we hit Hungry Jack's, which unsurprisingly
seemed to be inhabited entirely by loud and extremely messy
teenagers and furtive young marrieds who'd been blackmailed
there by their brain-washed toddlers.
Chris demolished his cheeseburger in about forty seconds followed
by his juice ten seconds later - and then got up to leave,
another restless side-effect courtesy of his new drugs.
At this point I gave up on the day and decided to just enjoy
whatever came my way, good or bad. It's a bit like sleepwalking
- you're there, but you just don't know it and you just don't
care. Works for me..
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Think
about tomorrow today.. |
Fun
'n' games
16.11.06 - My reading at the moment is
the book we helped launch a few weeks ago, Iain McIntyre's
Tomorrow Is Today, the story of Australian psychedelic
bands (and Australian psychedelia in general) in the '60s
and '70s. I'm enjoying it on a nostalgic level, and I'm finding
out about the collateral stuff I was blithely unaware of at
the time, but it's also helping put the present into some
kind of focus, just as the title suggests it might. Listening
to Jim Keays at Manchester Lane last night was like a calvalcade
of musical trends encapsulated in the space of a few minutes
- the Masters didn't go to any lengths to disguise their influences.
The Masters also revelled in the psychedelic connection and
seguéd gleefully into the Hippy era, which I guess
was more the domain Spectrum favoured really.
I didn't mention in my gig report that Iain Meldrum rolled
up just in time for the encore last night. He seemed a little
worse for wear and, maybe as a consequence, greeted me more
warmly than usual. We started to chat, but the |
house music kicked in at the same
time, so I had even less chance of understanding a word he said
and rushed off to the toilet when the opportunity presented
itself. Molly's a darling and a survivor, but to some degree
we're all jealously presiding over the empty shell of our youth
while trying to give the impression that any second the uninhibited
and colourful person we once were might just burst out of our
pallid skins and liven up de place.
(Hey - I just realised - stare at the pic of the book cover
long enough and it goes into 3D!!) |
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Dick
enjoys lunch with Mick |
Public
transport etc.
9.11.06 - (The real 9/11 you'll notice). Bro'
Dick and I arranged a few days ago to lunch today, so I determined
to do the public transport thing and arrived at the local newsagent
armed with a five dollar note and my Seniors' card. I scarcely
go to the local newsagent these days since John and Mary sold
the business, and the new guy (David, according to the tag on
his black polo shirt), a big fellow to whom I took an instant
dislike, leered at me triumphantly and announced, 'I haven't
sold one of those all year'. I wasn't quite sure what
he meant, but he soon made it clear that he didn't sell Met
tickets of any description anymore and I should take my chances
buying one on the tram, or trek down to Middle Camberwell and
buy the ticket I actually wanted there.
An indifferent start to my odyssey, but it was a nice day -
particularly for Oaks Day, which is traditionally freezing -
and I walked down to Middle Camberwell and bought my travel
card there, and still got into town in plenty of time. |
Richard and I had a spiffing lunch,
only tempered by some sad news about our uncle, (we never think
of him or refer to him as an uncle, but I guess he is), Michael
Hayes, whom my father told me yesterday is in intensive care
and quite seriously ill. To my mind, Michael looks like a slightly
older version of Tim Finn, and that always makes me smile, and
so I can but send him good vibes from the Land of Oz and wish
him a speedy recovery.
I happened to be speaking to my father on his eighty-second
birthday, and he was going for his annual licence renewal that
afternoon and promising to 'drive the bitch around the block
at a hundred miles an hour', which I suggested mightn't be the
most prudent philosophy. I must ring him again soon and see
how he went.. |
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1)
Julian Goldman 2) The Stonington mansion, slightly tatty but
still standing |
Stonington
Mansion - in the city of Stonnington
9.11.06 - Am I getting a social conscience? Julian
Goldman rang a few weeks ago and asked if I would support a
rally for the preservation in the public realm of the pictured
mansion, and so I turned up with a swag of supporters and gently
clapped the speakers on both sides of |
the political spectrum and then drove
up St Andrews for the Sunday arvo gig. (It's taken a while to
get round to this piece). One issue I am getting worked
up about is the David Hicks' fiasco - it's a less than becoming
look for the Australian government to be allowing an Australian
citizen to be stripped of any human rights by a foreign government,
especially one for whom we've been blindly committing troops
in the name of 'friendship'. What price Australian citizenship? |
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