Monday 17 August 2015

'Panda' has come further into my life


My next door neighbours, Patrick and Karen had to move out of their flat, and as they are in temporary accomodation, asked me to look after their cat, 'Panda.' I was worried at first, because I've never had to take responsibility for anyone before. It seems to be working out so far. I bought her a collar, with a bell, and a name tag with my phone number, and I'm learning to be excited about which brand of cat food to buy her.

I can hear her now! She must be out in the street. Maybe I was mistaken as I've been out on my balcony on one side, and looked out of the front door, and I can't see her. It's like that awful advert for Aussie tourism. 'Where the bloody hell are you???!!!' I don't know where she goes. Tell a lie, she goes into other flats as she used to come into mine, and they like to see her, and feed her, and have her company. She slept on my bed last night, but at 9am I let her out, and I've not seen her for four hours.

They are not the same as dogs are they?! Dogs want your company but cats appear to take it or leave it. No! They can, or rather Panda can, be very affectionate. She likes to 'invade' my personal space, and get up to kissing distance. And if she sleeps with me all night, she does not complain about my snoring either.

Sunday 2 August 2015

I can 'touch type' so why is it so fucking difficult to hit the right keys when it's dark?

I guess that is just one of life's little mysteries? Of course, you MUST have your fingers on the 'Home' keys, otherwise you are fucked whatever the light, and your words come out like an Enigma machine.

I learnt to type on a manual typewriter in 1975/75, the only boy in a class full of girls, 'man' I should say, and 'women' as it was night school at Hardley School (now the New Forest Academy I believe?)

Maybe I should go back to manual typewriting? I make so many mistakes on my computer keyboard now, constantly going back and forth.

No going bcak (sic.)

Saturday 1 August 2015

My hangover is almost gone (but the 'I'm a dickhead' feeling remains.)

Guilt. That's my problem, or perhaps it isn't a problem, if I change for the better. Catholic guilt though, what about that? I am RC, though I never go to mass, and have never had communion, nor even been to confession.

I don't know why I felt so crook today? Until I totalled up what I'd had and where I'd been in my diary, that is

Crown Hotel:        2 schooners of Pale Ale. ($6)
Trinity:                  3 schooners of the 'B.O.M' (beer of the month, always $5.)
Royal Exhibition:  2 schooners of Coopers Pale Ale ($6.20)
Strawberry Hills:   2 schooners of Endeavour Pale Ale ($7.50)

I did not actually finish my third beer at the Trinity, alhough to counter that, I remembered that Damo gave me a bottle of Carlton Dry when I was over at Neil's earlier in the day. Which means I drank almost 10 schooners of full strength Aussie beer. 10 schooners is equivalent to about 7 1/2 pints, which I don't drink, thank God, in Australia, though some of my friends prefer them.

I could tell that I was stuffed, walking back Elizabeth Street to my flat, stumbling, uncoordinated, slurring my thoughts if not my speech,. I would usually stop at 6 or 7, so I don't know what happened last night, maybe just the urge to stay out and not go home?

Now it's almost 5pm and I feel like a beer! No! NO! NO! I'm going to have an OJ, at first anyway.

My mate Bill used to say that when he had a hangover, all he could do was sit at his table and watch the clock ticking around and around, hour up on hour, until the feeling passed. He could not eat or drink or read or watch TV, or listen to music or talk to anybody. All he wanted to do was to watch that clock, as I'm watching mine, 1657, and I'm going out at 5!


Thursday 30 July 2015

Why do you keep going back to a bar or a cafe?



Is it because the beer, or food, or coffee Why do you keep going back to a bar or a cafe?s good? Is it the ambience? Is it good value? How do you measure good value, anyway? Is it because everybody else goes there? Do you measure it by the length of the queues outside? Is it cool to queue? Walking down Crown Street, I sometimes think that people won’t go to a place unless they have to queue, whereas I won’t go to a place with a queue.

But I will keep going back to a place where the staff smile when they see me walk in, and they know my name, because I know their names. I’m sad when I walk into a place and none of my friends are there, but it’s just as good when the staff know me, and I can sit at the bar, and distract them from their work, and know that they still like me.

This morning, my regular cafes were both closed, so I went down the road to another one I go to occasionally. The coffee was excellent, and I had a second cup, but the young guy who served me did not smile once, which to me is like saying,

 ‘Fuck off, don’t come back.’

But I still left a tip!

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Friday 24 July 2015

Yet another attempt to be original on an internet dating site.



I've been single for a long time, so I guess I've got used to it. I'm not sure if that is good or bad? I can handle being on my own, and I don't usually feel lonely, but it's nice to be with someone, who really wants you. Not in the way that your parents want you, nor your brothers and sisters, nor your friends, but in the way a lover wants you. Does that make sense?

I've put one of my favourite groups on - The Strokes, although I've not heard this album before - 'Room On Fire' - 33.04 minutes, with about 29 to go, which is my target to finish my 'CV.' I mostly like groups like this, The Beatles and The Stones being my 'Gold Standard.' Most days, I select something on YouTube, preferably something I've not heard before, and see if it turns me on (like John Lennon wants to in 'A Day In The Life.')

I'm semi-retired, or perhaps I'm 'wholly-retired' as I've not done any work since November, 2014. I've got a contract with a public service department but they have given me no work this year, and it's the busiest time now, so I guess they won't be calling me. I don't mind, as although I like the job, it involves a long commute out to the 'burbs. Not that I've anything against the 'burbs - Penrith in this case, which I actually rather like, but one and half hours each way commuting, either on the train or waiting for the train, is wearing.

I've got enough of an income from various sources not to have to work anyway, and now that I'm studying a Humanities degree with the Open University, I've found something useful to do with my time. I'm on my second unit, which is 'Creative Writing', following on from 'Critical Thinking' and I've enjoyed it so far. I have to devote at least 20 hours a week, which is the same amount I used to work. I like writing so I might try to structure my degree around more writing subjects.

I'm from England originally, coming here in November, 1978, staying for eighteen years, then, following redundancy, going back to England for a holiday which lasted twelve years. I looked after my Mum and Dad, and then after they passed away, I decided to come back to Sydney as I've got a brother here. I'm from The New Forest, near Southampton, although I was born in South Shields, which makes me, nominally at least a 'Geordie!' My Mum's side of the family were from there, whilst my Dad's side were from London. My parents met in Germany, after The War, and as they came home to 'have' me, I like to say I was 'Made In Germany.'

I've not been back to England since I left in December, 2008, and I've no real desire to do so, not even for a holiday, though I may do that some time. I've even let my British passport expire without renewing it. I've got a valid Aussie one in case I need to travel! I pretend I'm a 'Currency Lad' but with my Pommie accent, I will always be 'Sterling' and a 'New Chum!'

I still like lots of things about England though, Tottenham Hotspur, my football team - can't wait for the new season to start in a couple of weeks, then there are the English newspapers to read on line, and Sky News UK overnight, and two channels of UK TV. I watched four episodes in a row of 'Doc Marten' the other night, cried too.

My album is almost finished, and it's 8.15 pm, so I might go down to one of the local pubs here in Surry Hills for something to eat - and drink. I do like my Surry Hills pubs and cafes. I've got a car, but it seems to stay in the garage whilst I walk around Surry Hills, occasionally straying into Redfern, or the southern edge of the City. I like to swim, not so much in the winter, though I've been down three times in July to Bronte and Redleaf. In the warmer months I'll be down every night, though the traffic is irritating.

I like shopping in 'thrift shops' (like Macklemore & Ryan Lewis!) I bought ten shirts the other day in Ted Noffs shop, $5 each. One of them is a Country Road and I guess that one alone would have been far more than fifty bucks? I am snobby enough to only look for designer labels. I bagged up another ten shirts to recycle as soon as I got home. The sad thing is that my Mum loved to go in charity shops and I took the 'Mickey' and now it's too late to tell her I like shopping in them too. I paid $20 today for a racing car game, which I'm hoping will work properly, and I could either sell it on E Bay or give it to my brother. I keep meaning to sell something on E Bay but I've never done it. I have many books from the thrift shops too, particularly ones on rock music.

OK, the album is almost done, and so I am I.

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Wednesday 22 July 2015

How did I get to "Bad Waldsee 2014 - 3.Tattoo Highlands Pipes and Drums of Bad Waldsee?"

Bad Waldsee 2014 - 3.Tattoo Highlands Pipes and Drums of Bad Waldsee

I was on YouTube but I was playing rock music so how did I get on to bagpipes? I wasn't playing one of my favourite songs either - 'It's a long time to the top if you want to rock n roll.'

 I remember now. I got distracted, as usual, from playing rock music, to something about football, and thus to 'The Old Firm' - Rangers and Celtic.

I'm a nominal Rangers fan as it happens, though as a Catholic, I 'picked' the wrong team. I was only 13 then, back in 1967, when we brought my Nana down to Southampton from Jarrow. My Mum's side of the family are  Geordies, you see. (from Newcastle-upon-Tyne.)

It's still England up there, but closer to Scotland than it is to Southampton, and Nana liked to read Scottish papers and magazines like 'The Sunday Post' and 'People's Friend' which she had delivered a couple of days later.

I liked reading 'The Sunday Post' with its cartoons about 'Oor Wullie' and 'The Broons' and of course, 'Scottish' as opposed to 'English' football. And there was no sectarian reporting in 'The Post' either, so I just picked a team, and that team was Rangers. I can't remember why? Maybe it was their long-serving player John Greig, or Davy Johnstone, or Derek Parlane. I don't know. I often picked favourite players because I liked their haircuts, pace Georgie Best!

Years later, I found out that Protestants support Rangers and Catholics support Celtic. Too late. I've never seen Rangers play. I think I might be frightened to go to a game. The Glasgow brand of sectarianism scares me more than its Belfast counterpart, where I guess sectarianism really started?

Funny thing is that I have a very good mate here in Sydney, who comes from Belfast, from a Catholic and republican area too, but his Dad is a Spurs fan like me, and he got me a 'West Belfast Spurs' shirt, my favourite Spurs shirt, too.

They have a different sense of humour over there and I never know if they are joking.

'Rangers and Celtic fans travel from Belfast to Scotland on separate ferries (and Rangers fans get the more modern ferries?)

'The only bar in Dublin where Rangers fans can watch their games is a gay bar?'

'If you fancy a day off work, you just ring in a bomb scare?'

Still, there seems to be peace there now, no bombs, no 'squaddies' killed, no sectarian murders. Maybe they could do the same thing in The Middle East?

Define 'Friendship?' When does an 'acquaintance' become a 'friend?' What the FUCK happened to my text?

Bad Waldsee 2014 - 3.Tattoo Highlands Pipes and Drums of Bad Waldsee

 I just typed about 500 words or so in 28 minutes. How do I know it was 28 minutes? I'm listening to 'Ryan Lewis and Macklemore', fuck, I mean 'M and RL' - 'The Heist'.***

I did not save my text because I thought Blogger automatically saved it??? I wanted to spell check my text so I highlighted the text, meaning to copy it over to Word, and got the last fucking thing I copied from Youtube to Google a couple of hours ago.

I lost some text the other day on a forum I frequent. Same fucking thing happened I think.

Moral of the story? Always, ALWAYS, type in Word first, and save frequently, or type it in Gmail perhaps?

Sometimes, I tell myself that 'losing my text' is 'God's way of telling me it was a load of crap.'

 And, HEY! I got something else to write about too! Far tooooooo many exclamation marks, dude. And what am I doing using the word 'dude?' It just seems cool and right today! 

*** Before I played the entire album, I watched the video for 'Same Love.' Makes me cry every time! Just like 'Terms of Endearment' and 'An Officer and a Gentleman.' And I don't need to pull a fucking hair out of my nose either.

Friday 17 July 2015

Internet Dating: It CAN work! (We celebrated our two week anniversary yesterday!)

I don't know how this is going to develop because I don't know what the rules are, other than 'she writes the book of rules' and I only find out what a rule is when I break it.

Last night, for instance, in the pub, and she said 'I'm getting the bus home now, but you don't have to walk me to the stop.'

Hmmm? Does that mean I can stay here in the warm and  cosy pub drinking beer and watching the cricket with the three young Aussie guys, or am I being 'tested' for 'COMMITMENT?'

"So, you would rather drink beer and watch cricket than walk me to the bus stop?'

I'm not really upset, because it's nice to be wanted, loved even, for the first time since my Mum and Dad died, 1997 in the case of Mum, and 2005 when Dad died. So that is ten years as an orphan. Is it possible to be an 'orphan' at 61?

Mind you, 'She' described me as '61 going on 18' (and it wasn't a compliment) but I guess at 18 you can feel the sense of loss more? No! NO! It hurts however old you are.

I know it sounds 'naff', but yesterday I went to see my 'therapist' for the first time in two months - he actually told me that I would be OK, but I said, 'No, I'll come back in two months.' Anyway, despite my assuring him I am back to 'normal', he wants to see me in two weeks!

If you have ever thought of seeing a therapist, don't put it off, as they can be a great help. See your GP first and ask for a referral. Don't be put off by the sound of a "Mental Health Plan" because it means that Medicare will subsidise up to ten appointments in a twelve-month period.

Isn't it sad the way that anything to do with 'mental' means 'weak' to many people, and they fail to seek help?

Now, it's time for my 'medication' and then coffee in the cafe, and then I'm going to meet her, and I'm looking forward to it. In fact, I count the seconds, which drag out even more as I'm going through one of my regular periods of insomnia.

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Tuesday 14 July 2015

Rant about police blitz on jaywalkers in Surry Hills - I hate cyclists.

Walking up Elizabeth Street yesterday, I saw some motorcycle police with a couple of forlorn looking guys 'bailed up' by the junction with Devonshire Street. I assumed they were 'real' criminals, but one of the barstaff in the Strawbo told me they were booked for jaywalking which cops (sic) a fine of well over $200.

Walking home, I was raging about pedestrians being booked when the real problem (in my opinion) is 'rogue' cyclists. The streets are one way anyway so relatively safe for pedestrians, except for the fact they have to look both ways before crossing a one way street, not for cars, but cyclists.

Fuck! I was waiting to cross Elizabeth Street from the 'island' on Devonshire Street one night a few months back. I waited until the traffic was stopped for the lights on Elizabeth Street, and there were no cars coming up Devonshire Street from Central, so I stepped out into the road, and promptly missed a cyclist by inches. Where did he fucking come from? I was so shocked I screamed out 'CUNT!' much to the amusement of a couple next to me. The fucking cyclist had come out of Rutland Street and cycled diagonally across Elizabeth Street. Why would I look left when it's a one way street?

I don't hate cyclists and I loved cycling in England, but I don't see why I should have to give way to them here in Surry Hills? They want motorists to give way to them, so why don't they give way to pedestrians?

What gets up my nose is that they reserve the right to cycle wherever they want. If the road is too busy, they cycle on the pavement, and expect pedestrians to get out of the way. Whenever I walk to the junction of Elizabeth and Cleveland Streets, I always peek around the side of Nada's restaurant in case any cyclist is barrelling down Cleveland St and across the lights on Elizabeth Street.

Bourke Street has a 'proper' cycleway and when Clover Moore created it, they cut the width of the road for traffic. No problem, except when you have to pass cyclists who ride on the road because the cycleway is too crowded for them. It's the same sometimes on Darley? Street up towards Bronte and Clovelly, where the pavement is a shared route for cyclists and pedestrians, but some cyclists stay on the road, and the road is too fucking narrow to overtake them safely.

Once I got home I fired off an angry rant to the NSW Police Commisioner, and a letter to my MP, or rather NOT my MP as I'd forgotten I'm under Newtown now.



Rant begins (or rather second rant!)

I saw some police on the corner of Elizabeth and Devonshire Streets this afternoon with a couple of 'suspects' whom I assumed were 'criminals' but I was told in the pub that they were booked for jaywalking.

I live in Surry Hills and since I moved back here from the UK seven years ago, I have had to learn a new set of road rules:
Always look both ways before crossing the pavement.
Always give way to cyclists when I'm walking on the pavement.
Always look both ways on one way streets (like the two streets above) before crossing.
Always look both ways on pedestrian crossing, even if the pedestrian lights are 'green' and/or the vehicles have all stopped.
Why? Because of cyclists continually breaking the rules and it happens EVERY day in Surry Hills. I was waiting for a bus at Central to the city today and I was nearly hit by a cyclist (and cyclists are supposed to dismount within 20/30 metres of the Devonshire Street entrance.
I don't understand why you can't operate a 'blitz' on cyclists around this area.
I know jaywalking is a problem but as both a pedestrian and a motorist, I see more problems from cyclists. (I notice too, that cyclists can ride around at night without showing lights and never seemingly get booked. Again, every day I drive at night through Surry Hills, I see cyclists dressed in dark clothes without lights.
The real danger for pedestrians is not jaywalking on Elizabeth Street and Devonshire Street, but on the street about 30 metres south which leads to Chalmers Street. It is a two way street and pedestrians have to look  back down Elizabeth Street and up Devonshire Street for vehicles turning left into Elizabeth, then immediately right. There was an accident there a couple of days ago involving a car and a motor scooter. It is a horrible junction.

Sunday 12 July 2015

Soul Trader? (He meant 'Sole Trader' - I think, I HOPE!) aka 'The perils of not spell checking/proof reading?)

This made me laugh when I saw it on a forum I frequent. I suppose it could have been a deliberate 'pun' not dissimilar to The Beatles with 'Rubber Soul?' They liked their 'euphemisms' and/or 'puns?'

Rubber Soul (I never realized that Rubber Soul omits 'The Beatles' from the cover until I Googled 'Rubber Soul.)

Rubber Soul was the group's first release not to feature their name on the cover, an uncommon tactic in 1965. The 'stretched' effect of the cover photo came about after photographer Bob Freeman had taken some pictures of the group wearing suede leather jackets at Lennon's house. Freeman showed the photos by projecting them onto an album-sized piece of cardboard to simulate how they would appear on an album cover. The unusual Rubber Soul album cover came to be when the slide card fell slightly backwards, elongating the projected image of the photograph and stretching it. Excited by the effect, they shouted, "Ah! Can we have that? Can you do it like that?", to which Freeman said he could.[27] The distinctive lettering was created by Charles Front (father of actress Rebecca Front), and the original artwork was later auctioned at Bonhams, accompanied by an authenticating letter from Robert Freeman.[28]
Capitol Records used a different colour saturation for the US version, causing the orange lettering used by Parlophone Records to show up as different colours. On some Capitol LPs, the title looks rich chocolate brown; others, more like gold. On the 1987 compact disc reissue, the letters appear a distinct green, and the 2009 reissue uses the original cover design with the Parlophone Records logo.
Paul McCartney conceived the album's title after overhearing a musician's description of Mick Jagger's singing style as "plastic soul". Lennon confirmed this in a 1970 interview with Rolling Stone, stating, "That was Paul's title, meaning English soul. Just a pun."[29] McCartney uses a similar phrase, "plastic soul, man, plastic soul ... ," heard at the end of "I'm Down" as released on Anthology 2.

'Day Tripper?' - pasted from Wikipedia Google 'Day Tripper.'

Under the pressure of needing a new single for the Christmas market,[5] John Lennon wrote much of the music and most of the lyrics, while Paul McCartney worked on the verses. Lennon later cited Bobby Parker's 1961 song "Watch Your Step" as his inspiration for the famous guitar riff.[6][7]
"Day Tripper" was a typical play on words by Lennon:
"Day trippers are people who go on a day trip, right? Usually on a ferryboat or something. But [the song] was kind of ... you're just a weekend hippie. Get it?"[8]
In the same interview, Lennon said:
"That's mine. Including the lick, the guitar break and the whole bit."[8]
In his 1970 interview with Rolling Stone, however, Lennon used "Day Tripper" as one example of their collaboration, where one partner had the main idea but the other took up the cause and completed it.[9] For his part, McCartney claimed it was very much a collaboration based on Lennon's original idea.[10]
In Many Years From Now, McCartney said that "Day Tripper" was about drugs, and "a tongue-in-cheek song about someone who was ... committed only in part to the idea."[10] The line recorded as "she's a big teaser" was originally written as "she's a prick teaser."[10]
According to music critic Ian MacDonald, the song
"starts as a twelve-bar blues in E, which makes a feint at turning into a twelve-bar in the relative minor (i.e. the chorus) before doubling back to the expected B—another joke from a group which had clearly decided that wit was to be their new gimmick."[11]
In 1966 McCartney said to Melody Maker that "Day Tripper" and "Drive My Car" (recorded three days prior) were "funny songs, songs with jokes in."


'Ticket To Ride?' (From www.songfacts.com.)
  • According to A Hard Day's Write by Steve Turner, many Americans concluded the "ticket" was from British Railways, and "ride" was the town of Ryde on the Isle of Wight. McCartney confessed to his biographer Barry Miles that they were partly right. Paul had a cousin who ran a bar in Ryde and he and John had visited them there. Paul later mentioned that although the song was primarily about a girl riding out of the life of the narrator, they were conscious of the potential for a double meaning.
  • Don Short, who traveled with the Beatles in the '60s, recalled that John coined the phrase "Ticket to Ride" for another meaning - The girls who worked the streets in Hamburg had to have a clean bill of health and the authorities would give them a card saying they were clean. Don later said that although he specifically recalls John telling him that, John could of been joking - you had to be careful with him like that. (thanks, Ant - Belleville, Canada, for above 2)
'Penny Lane' (from Wikipedia)

The "shelter in the middle of the roundabout" refers to the old bus shelter, later developed into a cafe/restaurant with a Beatles theme, but now derelict and abandoned, despite its popularity as a tourist attraction. This is also Penny Lane Bus Terminus, where the numbers 46 (Penny Lane to Walton) and 99 (Penny Lane to Old Swan) buses terminated and is officially on Smithdown Place.
The mysterious lyrics "Four of fish and finger pies" are British slang. "A four of fish" refers to fourpennyworth of fish and chips, while "finger pie" is sexual slang of the time, apparently referring to intimate fondlings between teenagers in the shelter, which was a familiar meeting place. The combination of "fish and finger" also puns on fish fingers.[24] The lyrics as printed on the compilation album The Beatles: 1967–1970, however, are "Full of fish and finger pies" which are incorrect[citation needed]. In the remastered version, the lyrics read as "For a fish and finger pies", which is also incorrect[citation needed].


“It was childhood reminiscences,” McCartney said in Barry Miles’ ‘Many Years from Now.’ “There is a bus stop called Penny Lane. There was a barber shop called Bioletti’s, with head shots of the haircuts you can have in the window, and I just took it all and arted it up a little bit to make it sound like he was having a picture exhibition in his window. It was all based on real things. There was a bank on the corner so I imagined the banker — it was not a real person — and his slightly dubious habits and the little children laughing at him, and the pouring rain. The fire station was a bit of poetic license. There’s a fire station about half a mile down the road, not actually in Penny Lane, but we needed a third verse so we took that and I was very pleased with the line ‘It’s a clean machine.’”
To further emphasize the idea that this was a look back at their childhood, they added a line straight out of their schoolboy humor, one that went over the heads of most listeners. “And we put in a joke or two,” McCartney added in ‘Anthology. “’Four of fish and finger pie.’ The women would never dare say that, except to themselves. Most people wouldn’t hear it, but ‘finger pie’ is just a nice little joke for the Liverpool lads who like a bit of smut.”


Read More: 48 Years Ago: The Beatles Begin Recording ‘Penny Lane’ | http://ultimateclassicrock.com/beatles-penny-lane/?trackback=tsmclip
“It was childhood reminiscences,” McCartney said in Barry Miles’ ‘Many Years from Now.’ “There is a bus stop called Penny Lane. There was a barber shop called Bioletti’s, with head shots of the haircuts you can have in the window, and I just took it all and arted it up a little bit to make it sound like he was having a picture exhibition in his window. It was all based on real things. There was a bank on the corner so I imagined the banker — it was not a real person — and his slightly dubious habits and the little children laughing at him, and the pouring rain. The fire station was a bit of poetic license. There’s a fire station about half a mile down the road, not actually in Penny Lane, but we needed a third verse so we took that and I was very pleased with the line ‘It’s a clean machine.’”
To further emphasize the idea that this was a look back at their childhood, they added a line straight out of their schoolboy humor, one that went over the heads of most listeners. “And we put in a joke or two,” McCartney added in ‘Anthology. “’Four of fish and finger pie.’ The women would never dare say that, except to themselves. Most people wouldn’t hear it, but ‘finger pie’ is just a nice little joke for the Liverpool lads who like a bit of smut.”


Read More: 48 Years Ago: The Beatles Begin Recording ‘Penny Lane’ | http://ultimateclassicrock.com/beatles-penny-lane/?trackback=tsmclip

Thursday 9 July 2015

I met someone the other night who really was 'Down and Out in Surry Hills.'

Yes, I was in the Crown Hotel late one night, after Origin in the Trintiy and I got talking to this bloke, half his teeth missing, looked older than me, though he was younger, but he was interesting to talk to. He didn't 'touch' me for a beer or money, just finished his beer and walked out. I think he said he 'rode the trains' all over the Sydney/Newcastle/Wollongong/Blue Mts network, whether to keep warm, or just to do something.

I went in the pub with a couple of mates and I fancy they were looking at me and thinking 'What the *&(* is he talking to him for? I just talked to him about the stuff I say to anybody - 'which team do you go for? (Souths)', 'where were you born?' Sydney) I've met much better dressed people who are still bores! After five minutes, I am thinking 'I've heard your life story, now sod off. Funny thing is that when it is our friends or lovers we are happy to hear their life stories over and over again, same as listening to a favourite album, or read a favourite book (Revolver and something by Steven King, 'The Dead Zone' perhaps, or 'Fire Starter.'

Thinking about that question 'Which team do you go for?', I don't usually make that my first question to a lady, but if they come from Melbourne, I always ask them, and they always do have a team. I remember speaking to three girls up from Melbourne for Mardi Gras. I was out watching Spurs at the Triple Aces and they came in. I said 'I don't normally ask this question but as you are from Melbourne, which team do you go for?' 'Richmond, Richmond, Essendon!' I like the Swans, though I did go for Hawthorn, back when Buckenara, Platten, Brereton, Dunstall, Tuck?, maybe Dipper were all playing together. I think the first player I recognized was ?The Flying Doormat?'

I've worked my way through many NRL teams, Wests, because I liked the 'flying "V"' - reminds me, the bloke I was talking to in the Crown, mentioned John Dorahy and Les Boyd from that first team I followed, along with ?Tommy Radonakis? Wests, Souths - because I was working in Redfern at the old Australia Post Mail Exchange and went to the club for lunch (two courses for 99c? or maybe $1,99) (That club keeps closing! Twice I have been a member.) Norths because I lived in Cammeray for a while with my brothers, Balmain because I liked Ellery Hanley, Canterbury because I liked Geoff Robinson and George Peponis, Parramatta because I liked Ray Price and Steve Ella, and then I finally settled on Melbourne. I can't remember why? I think I was back in England when I first noticed them. I know I like them more than Souths, my local team, because when they played each other I wanted the Storm to win!

There's only one Tottenham Hotspur though,

ps Moral of the story? Don't judge a bloke (or a sheila) by their face?


Wednesday 8 July 2015

This has become my favourite song - Bob Dylan - Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues - but I'm not sure which version is my favourite!?

This could be my favourite video:
 https://youtu.be/1b2RUpzW6IM?list=PLUMq4sB5dsC_d6qnAP__T3cttYqz8oEJ_
which seems to be funny little movie soundtrack using Dylan's original?

My favourite version is a toss up between Linda Rondstadt and The Grateful Dead, but each time I look on YouTube, I come across more and more versions, Medcine Head - Pommie band from the early 1970's which I'd almost forgotten about, Nina Simone, Bryan Ferry - inspired me to listen to my first Roxy Music album - their first Roxy Music album too! Eponymous? (Roxy Music as the title, not Eponymous! I seem to get ever more twisted.)

Townes Van Zandt - I'd never heard of him until a couple of weeks back, and my brother thought he was in Lynryd Skynryd. I've been working my way through various albums and artists on YouTube and I think Townes Van Zandt is my favourite so far (apart from The Beatles and The Stones of course!) (Isn't that the title of a song by ? The House of Love ?)

I'm playing Linda Rondstadt's version now. I did not realize that she is ill with Parkinson's Disease. I watched part of an interview with her on YouTube.

I might have to play The Greatful Dead's version too, there are numerous ones on YouTube but my favourite is a live version circa 1990. Would you believe that I'd never heard a song by The Grateful Dead until a couple of years ago? I loved Creedence Clearwater Revival - the first band (apart from The Beatles) that I really held a torch for - is there a more perfect pop song than 'Proud Mary?' - but I never got into bands like The Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane. Typical of my luck that I 'chose' the band that 'imploded' after a couple of years at the top, rather than the ones who played for entire life times - imagine! Rock stars 'retiring' not in 'Club 27' like Joplin and Morrison and Jones, but of old age at 65, 70, and older!?

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUMq4sB5dsC_d6qnAP__T3cttYqz8oEJ_ (This is a playlist I found my way to with two versions of 'Just LIke Tom Thumb Blues' plus various songs by The Beach Boys, Tom Petty, Linda Rondstadt (also with David Sanborn? I've not heard of him before.) Whoever the guy/girl who programmed this, he/she has excellent taste!

I think I've meandered around the various 'countries' that make up 'Dave World' for long enough!

PS Just had a thought about CCR. My brother Neil went to see John F on tour here in Sydney and I think for him it was like witnessing the 'Second Coming!'

PPS Why don't I print the lyrics to 'Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues' for anybody who has not seen them. I would love to be able to write lyrics/poetry like this,.

"Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"


When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you.

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got.

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon.

Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same.
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost.

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough.


Writer(s): Bob Dylan
Copyright: Special Rider Music