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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
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1) Mixmaster's
Mick Wordley inspects Mike's studio 2) Mike meets up with the
Secret 10's Judy Adshead at Fresh
3) Kerryn
Tolhurst is the centre of attention 4) Kerryn, Rob Price and
Chris Stockley perform at Fresh @ Elwood |
Sunday
31.8.09 - With Robbo being over in Libya with the Rats,
the band wasn't about to work on the weekend and so I invited
Dick over to Camberwell on Saturday night to watch the Wallabies
not play to their potential for the fourth time in a row. Well,
that part wasn't actually in the script, but that's
the way it worked out - we had a pleasant enough time nevertheless.
The next day the Wordleys (pic 1) who were in town
for the Arias, (I wasn't invited - again), took the No. 70 tram
to Camberwell to take tea at my humble shack before we all vanned
over to Pat Wilson's Fresh @ Elwood to watch Aria Hall of Famers
Kerryn Tolhurst and Chris Stockley with Rob Price run over a
few tunes in the beer garden. Well, it's a beer garden now -
a few years ago when I was playing there it was a courtyard
with no licensed bar and virtually no protection from the elements
- and barely a soul there. That's all changed and there was
a large crowd on hand, including some old friends like Judy
Adshead, (pic 2) casting an approving proprietary eye
over the trio. |
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1)
Hi Ho, Silver Lining, it's the Robbos 2) Chris Wilson and Mia
came in a convertible |
3) Birthday
bloke Jimmie |
Jimmie
Sloggett's 70th
25.8.09 - The weather had turned quite nasty by the
time I left Camberwell for the confusing suburb of Glenhuntly
- I've been to Jimmie's place three times now and got lost three
times. I had to park about a hundred metres down the street,
but I could hear the chatter almost as soon as I got out of
the van. Musos. It sounded like a lot of 'em too and Jimmie
and Gloria's place is not that big, but when I let myself in
the front door I discovered that a marquee had been erected
out the back to accommodate the overflow. It was a 'hat' night
and there was a range of not-that-silly hats with musos and
their wives underneath talking at a hundred decibels. I caught
up with Trevor Young's story and of his and Jane's rebuilding
their lives subsequent to the fires and of their pet wombat
'It's alright', and I chatted to Chris 'Darkie' Wilson (pic
2) about the Arthurs Creek gig and how we're all going
to miss Lil' Fi, and we all sang Happy Birthday to Jimmie -
and then I suddenly felt it was time for me and my stetson to
leave, so we did.. |
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Phew!
That could've been me under those bats.. |
Missed
by that much..
21.8.09 - There's more than one newsagency
in Camberwell - in fact, I can think of four off-hand in the
immediate vicinity of the Junction - but this one I'm quite
familiar with, because I browse there when I can't think of
anything else to do while waiting for the No. 70 tram home.
I was taking a short-cut to the Post Office through this very
newsagency yesterday morning when I happened on this scene of
carnage (pic) that I gather had occurred only moments
before. The false ceiling, laden with fibre-glass insulation
bats, (and only installed six months ago I heard the manager
say), has collapsed, and right about where I usually stare distractedly
at the music mags rack wondering if it's worth putting on my
glasses. How lucky was that? |
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1)
Ah, so that's where it went - a Cattapan work in the RACV foyer
2) Tom Gentles is bushwhacked by Mikecam |
A
brief encounter with Dr Tom Gentles
20.8.09 - Back in !977, when Tom was
just eighteen, he stayed with me and my family in Surrey Hills
before embarking on a wider investigation of the planet, so
it was good to catch up with him again, albeit ever so briefly,
last night in the city. Tom's a paediatric heart specialist
from the Auckland Heart Group and acts as a consultant to
Australian heart institutions when they run into trouble,
so you can see he's highly respected in his profession and
has done well with his life in general. He was staying at
the RACV, so I took a tram in, and while I was waiting in
the foyer I discovered a painting/installation by Jon Cattapan
(pic 1) that I thought I'd seen previouly in exhibition,
but which must've been commissioned for that particular space
- an painter's equivalent of a corporate gig, I guess.
Tom and I wandered down to the Yarra and ended up in the Crown
Atrium Bar, where a pianist was playing a grand piano, miked-up
to overcome the music emanating from the (famous) Atrium.
The cacophonous aural background was discouraging, but we
managed some sort of conversation and I caught up with the
goings-on in his immediate family, before Tom yawned, (after
all, it was after midnight at home), and we plodded back to
Flinders St. There we shook hands and he reminded me to send
him a copy of the EP before we finally parted company, hopefully
to meet again in slightly less than thirty-two years.. |
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Acceptional..
5.8.09 - You might be forgiven for thinking
that I'd allowed my campaign against thoughtless and sloppy
signage to lapse, but the sad truth is that I've rather succumbed
to the tide of ineptitude that I'm confronted with on a daily
basis and it takes something exceptional.to warrant my highlighting
it for my coterie of ASR subscribers. In times of crisis we
can always rely on the Post Office to deliver in ways that exceed
its traditional mandate and I was particularly struck by this
offering (pic) at my local Camberwell branch. Of course,
a partially sighted person might struggle to read the sign in
the first place, but the clincher is they've got the sign up
on the inside of the door.. |
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