Its five years this week that we’ve been living in the ‘burbs. Its seventeen months since a little boy appeared and any form of nightlife vanished. Its a long time since I’ve been to a gig!
Johnette Napolitano at the Corner hotel. Dinner at Sylvio’s — a large Sylvio’s special, garlic bread and a carafe of wine — quick, hot, tasty. Then back down to Swan street to the Corner Hotel.
Weddings, Parties, Anything know their audience well; they’re all getting older, they’re all getting fatter, many of them have kids… so for the last show in the series of the ten-year reformation Christmas in April it was a matinee show. Quite odd to walk in from the bright autumn sunlight to a dark pub bandroom and see not only a room full of punters but young kids darting about here and there, dancing on whichever of the two stages wasn’t currently in use, and generally putting everyone in a good mood and making them laugh.
Two CD launches in two nights, some kind of a record I guess…. Tonight Mick Thomas and the Sure Thing launch Paddock Buddy…. Its the first time I’ve been to the Spanish Club since it decided to become “a venue” and start booking bands, been meaning to get there for ages, but Fitzroy always seems so hard to get to.
A curious mix of a crowd, lots of old Weddoes fans with bald patches reliving their youth.
It’s that time of year again — TARDIS-like, the Spiegeltent appears in the Arts Centre forecourt and brings joy and good things to Melbourne for a month or two. Tonight was the first of hopefully many gigs I’ll be seeing there, “My Friend the Chocolate Cake” were playing. Highly accomplished musicians and a packed crowd, the one drawback was having to sit at an odd angle and crane my neck around to see them!
Two years rolls around, Henry Rollins rolls in with it! Two and a half hours of full-on intense monologue, no half-measures, no let-up. I’m convinced the guy will explode one day. 21st April 2001, 7th May 2003, then the 27th of May 2005. I guess he’ll be back sometime mid 2007…
Rugby, Chapelle Corby, Kylie’s tit, the Trans-Siberian express, inane modern communication via smilies, texting and email, George W. Bush and the Christian Taliban of America, the oration doesn’t ramble, its more like a bulldozer on amphetamines.
A forecast high of 34 °C and a long list of jobs to be done, the Christmas present wrapping seems to take forever! Across to Oakleigh shops for supplies and the heat hits me, cool again once I’m inside the little mall. Absolute mayhem inside, everyone going crazy with their last-minute shopping. An old lady walks off with another old lady’s trolley, a tug-of-war starts, shouting and arm waving… Suddenly they realise what happens and everyone bursts into laughter and apologises.
A quick detour this morning to the Oakleigh police to drop off the bicycle we’d picked up last night on the way home from dinner. At five thirty it was lying at the end of our street, it was still there at eight when we headed out for dinner, still there at eleven as we came home — a reasonable assumption then that it had been nicked and dumped. Police were their usual uninspiring selves when it came to reporting and recording stolen property “Brown Bicycle” was the limit of the documentation until I insisted that they put the serial number on the form!
Tuesday; Christmas Eve — woke to hear Biggsy playing The Clash on the radio this morning and thought that all was well with the world — then heard that Joe Strummer had died the previous night. This afternoon I sat on the couch and listened to a few hours of Clash compilations.
Tonight; off to the Corner Hotel to see Mick Thomas — a Christmas Eve institution — the music between the bands was a Clash tape.
Its either a sure sign of senility, or of hanging around with a two-year-old nephew for too long. Tonight we went off to the HiFi bar to see Mick Thomas and the Sure Thing play, supported by Gorgeous and the Drowners. During the Drowners' set, Stewart (Stuart?) from the Sure Thing was standing near Jo and I watching them. The conversation between Jo and I was something along the lines of:
A successful visit to the Prahran market — Spanish food and drink were on display, and despite the mindless spruiker with a microphone, we managed to taste an assortment of olives, oils and drinks, find a source of the Pedro Ximinez sherry that so took my fancy. The spruiker was a woman who seemed to have been lifted straight from a large department store — able to talk constantly, without actually knowing anything about the products she was promoting.
Last things first. Considering the early start tomorrow, going out to see an 11 pm show might not be the smartest thing in the world, but knowing what a big fan Joey is, I’d booked tickets to see Mick Thomas in the Spiegeltent. We turned up around 10 pm and sat around with a drink, watching the queue grow longer and longer. Eventually we joined it, wondering, along with everyone else, why nobody could get inside.
Last night was spent at a Billy Bragg concert. I’ve always liked his music, but never been a huge fan, some of his political rants seem too simplistic, too one-eyed. I was surprised though, in concert he was quite humorous, played really well despite the acoustics of the Melbourne Town Hall, and delivered three encores to a very appreciative audience.
I just found a quote that I think sums up my thoughts on a huge proportion of the email that I receive, and regrettably, on some of the email that I send:
Henry Rollins — what can I say, he walked on stage at 9.30 pm and spoke without pause for two and a half hours. The man has the most incredible presence and intensity! Not only that, but the opening topic of conversation was what my girlfriend and I were talking about this morning — when does getting older equate to growing up?
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried php, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on emacs org-mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is org-mode and hugo.