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The bits
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Anita
Monk sings a selection from South Pacific |
The
Wrokdown Radio Show
18.11.09 - After the Manningham gig on
Sunday arvo I had just enough time to pop over to 1061 and buy
a world's-best-practice (marinara) pizza, consume it, jump back
into the van and tootle over to Warringal Shopping Centre in
Rosanna, (surely the crummiest Shopping Centre in the metropolis),
and drop in to Inner FM, (96.5) where Anita Monk (pic)
has her weekly Wrokdown Radio Show on Sunday nights between
ten and midnight.
I'm happy to prattle on about anything really, but it ended
up being quite a political conversation about the unnecessary
requirement that all clubs and pubs that put on entertainment
are now compelled to hire security - whether they need it or
not! It's not good enough and something's |
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- we agreed on that at least. I do go on (and on) though, and
Anita looked at her watch a few times and suggested it was getting
late, and eventually I got the hint and staggered out of the
fetid studio, (there's no air-con at night), and headed home.
Meanwhile, in the real world, some of the more marginal gigs
have already been cancelled and nobody's happy about that. Time
for some concerted action! (Wait a minute - we're talking about
musicians here..) |
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1)
Chris engages with his second cappuccino 2) Chris engages with
the Mentone surf |
Chris'
weekend
12.11.09 - Chris' drug regime has been
reduced significantly with the advent of a new psychiatrist
and, while there's been a period of transition, Chris seems
to have adjusted quite happily. I asked him at Choclatté
(pic 1) what he'd like to do next and he said he'd
like to go to the beach - so we popped down to the Mentone beach.
(pic 2) |
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Dr Wazz
laughs to see such fun and derring do |
The
tour of the Bun-site
6.11.09 - The 5th of November
was Guy Fawkes Day when I was a kid, and its passing into fading
memory is apparently lamented by no-one in the Antipodes. The
motive was more to do with taking away the public's right to
personal fireworks shows than the canning of a peculiarly English/anti-papist
festival, but you could also see it as a tentative step towards
republicanism if you wished. How easy was that?
The republic wasn't on my mind when I arrived at Latrobe Uni
to meet Dr Sellers (pic) for lunch, and neither was
challenging my usual dining proclivities, but when I saw 'Offal'
on the menu in the form of lambs' brains, I was tempted. Brains
were on the menu quite regularly when I |
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they were brains and was overcome with revulsion, never
to eat them again. But I was tempted, and a jolly nice Tassie
pinot (pic) tipped the scales. It took quite an effort
not to gag when I thought about what I was eating, but I got
through the entire plateful, no doubt helped by the plentiful
and tasty herbal distractions disguising the squishy tofu-like
texture, not to mention the pinot. I don't think I'd bother
again mind you, but at the very least it's another titillating
piece of trivia I can add to a sagging conversation - at an
airport lounge for instance. |
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Aussie
Promotions' Duane Zigliotto at the office |
A
passport to Carlton
4.11.09 - Aussie Promotions International's
Duane Zigliotto (pic) and I might have been living
in the same town for the past forty or so years, but we've been
co-existing in parallel universes and have never actually met
till today. Our universes have merged at this late stage for
some reason obviously, and it can only be hoped that it might
ultimately be for our mutual benefit, not to mention the benefit
of the planet and everything in it. It was Duane who wanted
English lyrics written for the Italian sixties' pop song, and
now that's done he's commissioned another far more ambitious
re-write. It's so ambitious that I couldn't tell you
about it even if I wanted to - it's breathtaking enough that
I was asked, but utterly beyond belief that I accepted.. |
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Choclatté
celebrates its third birthday
3.11.09 - Choclatté gets mentioned
regularly in this page simply because I'm there nearly every
day of the week and have been since its inception, which, I
discovered much to my surprise, was three years ago last Saturday.
Because it was a Saturday, I had Chris with me, and it didn't
matter what I ordered, it was on the house - Sacha's instructions.
(pic) Chris took a while to settle on a coffee, but
then followed that pretty quickly with a second and we shared
a brownie while I dawdled over a pot o' tea.
I'd received a text from JB that my Slava Grigoryan plays Shaun
Rigney CD (Afterimage) had arrived, (I'm listening
to it now), so we popped into JB upstairs at The Well and picked
it up before wandering over to The Rivoli and going to see Terry
Gilliam's The Imaginarium of Dr Parnassus, which I'm
sorry to report was a tedious disappointment |
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