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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
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Glenn, Glenn, Glenn... |
A
fate worse than deaf
23.10.08 - Chris and I were wandering through 'The
Well', Camberwell's utterly ubiquitous mini-mall, when I came
across this headline (pic) at the newest newsagent.
As I took the pic on my mobile, I wondered whether Glenn as
a young man would ever have imagined his life taking the sort
of turn that would warrant such a headline. And what is going
on inside his head these days that makes him a willing participant
in such a story? I suppose it falls under the 'any publicity
is good publicity (as long as you spell my name right)' banner,
and I suppose that he may actually garner some business as a
result, but I'm not sure how I'd feel if I were his mother.
Under the 'Life is just a dream' heading - I woke up at 4.00am
the other morning and turned on Deutsche Welle radio. There
was a dissertation on procrastination, followed immediately
by a story on premature deafness. My question is; how the hell
did they know that I was listening? |
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Bill
looks for a female walrus |
Bill
invades my home territory
16.10.08 - I was finishing off my sushi when I had
this ominous feeling that Bill was close by. I was a little
testy anyway having just burnt my lips on my bowl of miso -
I'd parked a couple of blocks away from the Junction as is my
wont and ordered lunch at the Universal Sushi, only to discover
that I'd left my wallet back in the van, so they'd kept the
miso nice and warm till I returned.
I rang Bill's mobile - and he was indeed in Camberwell, just
down the road at Music Junction getting an air case for his
air guitar. I invited him to adjourn with me to Choclatté
and had a hot chocolate while Bill ate lunch (pic).
As we were leaving I said hullo to Kirby, who said she'd gone
blank and couldn't remember my name. I said I often went blank
myself and reminded her I was Mike, and she introduced me to
her friend Yvonne as 'Mike Young'. Bill came over and so I introduced
him to Kirby, then looked at Yvonne and introduced her as 'Jen'.
Yvonne told me quite firmly she was very impressed! |
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Dr Wazz
(in the middle) looks suitably pleased with life.. |
That'd
be Dr Wazz to you, thank you!
2.10.08 - My old Ilam Art School mate,
Warren Sellers, invited me down to Geelong today to witness
his graduation from Deakin University as a Doctor of Philosophy,
no less! The doctorate is a reward for having completed his
thesis, snappily entitled Picturing Currere Towards c
u r a: Rhizo-imagery for Curriculum, which Wazz explains
is a 'critical inquiry in curriculum studies using poststructuralist
and Deleuzian rhizomatic approaches alongside an original
'picturing' methodology', which is probably all you need to
know really.
There were hundreds of other degrees to dispense before we
got to the Wazz's, so I collected a parking fine for my efforts.
Crap! Do I need to remind you who won the GF? |
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1) Coleen
and Roger Pyke (and Oscar) in their dream home 2) Peter Dawkins
came to the show |
Catching
up
1.10.08 - One of the side-effects
of my involvement with the MOTE project has been the travelling
back and forth to Sydney, where Spectrum hasn't been seen for
I don't know how many years. This allowed me to catch up with
a couple of old friends, such as the Pykes for instance. Roger
was the creative propulsion behind the Newcastle band, Daniel,
with whom I became involved back in the '80s, first as their
producer and then as their manager. This professional association
ended rather tumultuously as these things tend to do, but Roger
and I have maintained contact over the years, and Roger and
his wife Coleen came to the opening night of MOTE. They invited
me over to their home in Bronte the next day, so I took the
train to Bondi on Sunday arvo where Roger picked me up in Coleen's
Range Rover. Roger designs office and home interiors for a living,
so I wasn't altogether surprised to discover he'd designed the
rather spectacular add-on to the back of their older-style weatherboard
home. (pic 1)
I met their dogs Oscar and Charlie and their youngest daughter
Millie, and we chatted about this and that until it was time
to go back to the hotel and re-focus on my MOTE lyrics and generally
prepare for the show. I mused to myself that despite his being
a talented writer and player, Roger had probably done rather
better with his life than if he'd pursued his musical bent with
Daniel.
He drove me back to the hotel, and on the way I got a call from
Peter Dawkins' wife Penny, berating me for giving her the wrong
start time for the show, causing them to cut short their mountain
idyll. We agreed to get in contact by mobile post-show to sort
out where to meet, but I further blotted my copy-book by leaving
my phone on the charger back in my hotel room, so straight after
coming off stage I rushed out into the foyer to try and intercept
them, incidentally fielding a lot of compliments in the process.
We went back to the Green Room, (where my old friends Pam and
Lynn popped in to say hullo), before deciding it was all too
noisy and retiring to the artists' change room, where we spent
a pleasant hour chatting about old times and so on. Pete gave
me his auto-biographical book, The Icecream Boy, which
I read on the way home on the plane. (It's not a big book).
We'll have to get up to NSW a bit more often - there's a whole
host of people I haven't seen for years to catch up with yet.. |
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