" just as i was about to pour milk on my Nutra Grain the other day i looked down and saw E.T., well his head anyway. This piece of cereal has not been altered or damaged in anyway, it is the exact image of E.T. Truly amazing, one of a kind."
On eBay - bidding up to $1026
Monday, November 29, 2004
keywords: in the know, good oil, the drum
Yesterday I purchased a Rabbit Talk Phone Card for $10. We use these type of cards regularly to call overseas family members. The card gives me just over 15 hours conversation to Hong Kong, China, Taiwan. A bit less to UK, Ireland.
Today I talked for an hour to Kaohsiung, [politics Kaohsiung incident, expat humour and here] Taiwan. Very clear trouble free call on normal dial up phone. Cost me a 22c local call through Telstra plus about 60 cents off my phone card for the hour. I paid Telstra 22 cents for the call.
If I had used Telstra to make the call on the same dial up phone it would have cost me $58.20.
I still have about 15 hours worth of calls left on my Rabbit Talk card that cost me $10.
15 hours of talk with Telstra would have cost me $873.00
It does help to know what is around in the market.
Today I talked for an hour to Kaohsiung, [politics Kaohsiung incident, expat humour and here] Taiwan. Very clear trouble free call on normal dial up phone. Cost me a 22c local call through Telstra plus about 60 cents off my phone card for the hour. I paid Telstra 22 cents for the call.
If I had used Telstra to make the call on the same dial up phone it would have cost me $58.20.
I still have about 15 hours worth of calls left on my Rabbit Talk card that cost me $10.
15 hours of talk with Telstra would have cost me $873.00
It does help to know what is around in the market.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
bars, women and zero accountability
Via Flop Eared Amanda I found this web site called Plugged In Online.
Description:
"... we hope to spark intellectual thought, family discussion, spiritual growth and a strong desire to follow the command of Colossians 2:8. "See to it that no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ."
Now an example of a review:
License to Chill Jimmy Buffett
Pro Social Content
Buffett wants to relax and enjoy life (“Trip Around the Sun” with Martina McBride). On “Anything, Anytime, Anywhere” he assures a special lady, “Tell me what you need/I will surely come through.” Sailboats are a metaphor for unfulfilled dreams the singer is ready to pursue (“Boats to Build” with Alan Jackson). Amid sober reflections, a man claims to have learned from his mistakes on “Scarlet Begonias.”
Objectionable content
The irreverent “Coastal Confessions” finds a cocky, unrepentant man prattling to a priest about impure thoughts and marijuana use, saying, “Bless me father/Yes, I have sinned/Given the chance I’ll probably do it again.” Strangers have a fling that involves cruising bars and buying a thong (“Conky Tonkin” with Clint Black). With bad-boy aplomb, the spiritually confused Buffett calls himself a “Piece of Work” (a Toby Keith duet). Aided by Kenny Chesney on the title track, he misuses Jesus’ name, ogles half-naked women and calls his boss a jerk. Profanities mar several cuts. Beyond an s-word, “Simply Complicated” imagines receiving perverse news about family members.
Summary Advisory
It’s been 27 years since “Margaritaville,” and Buffett still lives for the weekends. A few positive moments aside, this CD finds him spiritually lost in a chronic midlife crisis full of bars, women and zero accountability.
“Bless me father/Yes, I have sinned/Given the chance I’ll probably do it again.”
"A few positive moments aside, this CD finds him spiritually lost in a chronic midlife crisis full of bars, women and zero accountability. "
I don't know which one to put on my gravestone.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
cave music above ground
Tim Dunlop over at Road to Surfdom has a comprehensive write up of Nick Cave's latest 2 CD set. Abattoir Blues and The Lyre of Orpheus. No sense in me trying to compete. It is really 2 album set rather than a double album. Beautiful packaging with booklet, sleeves for each CD and a well done cardboard and clothe cover box. And it was only $30 at JB HiFi. Why can't more people put out high quality packaging and for the right price. Oh and a few could learn to put out good content too like Nick. At this price and with this quality packaging, booklet plus great music it isn't worth anybody's effort to burn a copy.
May I take a quote from the comments over at Surfdom. The quote is from irant whose site resides here.
"Nick is one of the few modern artists that really understand the blues. Instead of merely politely copying the form (a certain English guitarist gent comes to mind), Nick descends into the existential core of the blues and sucks the religous imagery and angst for all it is worth. He reminds me for more of the Delta giants of the '20s and '30s than the usual contemporary blues artist suspects."
May I take a quote from the comments over at Surfdom. The quote is from irant whose site resides here.
"Nick is one of the few modern artists that really understand the blues. Instead of merely politely copying the form (a certain English guitarist gent comes to mind), Nick descends into the existential core of the blues and sucks the religous imagery and angst for all it is worth. He reminds me for more of the Delta giants of the '20s and '30s than the usual contemporary blues artist suspects."
I must put in a plug here for the DVD, God Is In The House. I notice that the website claims this is the first ever DVD by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds. It was watching this DVD that was my Nick Cave tipping point. Up until then I had been a bit lukewarm. Now I'm a fan.
The DVD contains live footage from Le Transbordeur in Lyon, France, plus the John Hillcoat directed documentary No More Shall We Part - The Recording Sessions. Recorded at Abbey Road, the documentary has exclusive film of the band recording No More Shall We Part. Also featured on the DVD are the videos Hillcoat directed for the singles 'As I Sat Sadly By Her Side' and 'Fifteen Feet Of Pure White Snow', the latter features cameos from the likes of Jarvis Cocker and Jason Donovan plus the video for the Australian released single, 'Love Letter'.
The Lyon concert from 2001's No More Shall We Part tour features the Bad Seeds line up of Nick Cave, Mick Harvey, Blixa Bargeld, Thomas Wydler, Martyn Casey, Conway Savage, Jim Sclavunos and Warren Ellis playing tracks from eight of their twelve studio albums.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
radio on net
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family values
“The National Government will regard it as its first and foremost duty to revive in the nation the spirit of unity and cooperation. It will preserve and defend those basic principles on which our nation has been built. It regards Christianity as the foundation of our national morality, and the family as the basis of national life.”
----Adolph Hitler Proclamation to the German nation at Berlin, February 1, 1933
----Adolph Hitler Proclamation to the German nation at Berlin, February 1, 1933
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
red headed stranger - time of the preacher
Tim Dunlop over at Road to Surfdom quoted Willie Nelson from Time of the Preacher.
It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
Now the preachin' is over and the lesson's begun.
I suspect most punters only came across this song as the theme to the TV series Edge of Darkness. I was reminded that it was a while since I listened to The Redheaded Stranger all the way through. Because this is the kind of album that has to be listened to from start to finish.
Around 1973 Willie had had success writing songs that were recorded by others, notably “Crazy” by Patsy Cline and “Hello Walls” for Faron Young but he hadn’t had a great deal of success on his own. Prior to 1970 he was a pretty standard looking country singer, rhinestones suits, short hair, playing pretty much to the usual straight country music circuit fans. He did by then have his loping, behind the beat, (and in front of, and on and all around the beat) jazz singing style and plinked strangely tuned guitar (influenced by Joseph Spence to my ears) in the style which wasn’t all that well understood by the record company types.
Willie’s house burnt down around 1970 and he took sometime off to recoup and relax. He emerged with his now trademark longer hair and jeans style and a yearning to get back to a simpler way of presenting his music. A sort of a country punk idea. He played to fans at the famous Armadillo Headquarters in Austin Texas an artistic, student, music town with a population of traditional country rednecks and hip students and people like Townes van Zandt and others.
He signed a contract for an album but didn't have more than a few songs to record. His wife suggested he do a theme album based around the Red Headed Stranger, a tale of a jilted preacher who goes on the lam after murdering his wife and her lover.
Nelson and the Family began recording Red Headed Stranger, and Nelson felt gratified by what he was hearing. "It was fun putting together what I had wanted it to be", he told Chet Flippo in 2000. "I had wanted it to be real sparse. I had in mind, I remember, some of my favorite records: Eddy Arnold with just his guitar; Ernest Tubb with just his guitar; so I wanted to have that kind of feel with maybe just some help along the way to keep it from getting too, you know, obnoxious. Or monotonous".”
Red Headed Stranger
"It was the time of the preacher, when the story began," sings Nelson on the record's opening track, "Time of the Preacher". The theme, performed by Nelson and a lone acoustic guitar, returns twice during the record, acting as narrator and a sort of Greek chorus. Nelson's first pass at the song sets up the story, hinting at the infidelities that have happened, and the violence they will cause, when he sings:
It was the time of the preacher, in the year of '01
Now the preachin' is over, and the lesson's begun
The record continues in this vein with the second track, "I Couldn't Believe It Was True", a finger-picked ballad that details the preacher's discovery of his wife's dalliances. Although the track is an Eddy Arnold cover, Nelson is able to deftly slip it into the context of the tale he is telling. His quivering voice conveys the anguish and acceptance the preacher is feeling, giving new weight and poignancy to the lyrics:
The shock was so great I am quivering yet
I'll try to forgive her but I cannot forget
My heart breaking loss is another man's gain
Her happiness I hope will always remain
Following this song, Nelson drops back into the role of narrator, reviving the "Time of the Preacher Theme", to illustrate the course of action the protagonist is now forced to take, singing:
But he could not forgive her
Though he tried and tried and tried
And the halls of his memories, still echo her lies
It was the time of the preacher, in the year of '01
Now the lesson is over, and the killing's begun
The deed is committed, and recounted in the next track, "Blue Rock Montana/Red Headed Stranger". The song is haunting and visceral, with Nelson's vocal delivery serving to bring life to the story he is telling. Listening to this song, it is no wonder he opted to make a feature film version of Red Headed Stranger ten years later. Indeed, the scope and grandeur of "Blue Rock Montana/Red Headed Stranger" is very cinematic. The same holds true for the album's centerpiece, "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain". Another cover song, this one also brilliantly dovetails with the record's narrative. A touching, nakedly honest song about love and regret, the lyrics take on new meaning as a part of the Red Headed Stranger saga:
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
The remainder of the record tracks the preacher as he tries to run from both the law and his past. Nelson weaves brilliant originals and covers into a dusty tapestry of the old West that is as resonant as it is unforgettable. Standouts include "Denver", one of the songs penned during that fateful ski trip in Colorado. The song eloquently captures the paranoia felt by the lonely traveler:
And it's nobody's business where you're going or where you come from
And you're judged by the look in your eye
Red Headed Stranger's final four songs blend originals and covers to bring the tale of the preacher to a quiet close. Nelson's cover of Hank Cochran's "Can I Sleep in Your Arms" shows the hero clinging to the thin hope of newfound love:
Don't know why but the one I love left me
Left me lonely and cold and so weak
And I need someone's arms to hold me
'Till I'm strong enough to get back on my feet
This thread carries on through the closing moments of the record, the cover of Bill Callery's "Hands on the Wheel" and the bittersweet instrumental coda, "Bandera". In "Hands on the Wheel", Nelson turns the song's reflective lyrics into a mantra of affirmation for the preacher:
At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers, believers, and all in-betweener's that seem to have no place to go.
I look to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've nearly gone up in smoke.
And now my hand's on the wheel of something that's real, and I feel like I'm going home.
It cost Willie only $20,000 to record, but it handed him the success he'd craved after years as a hit songwriter and modestly successful singer. By blending originals and vintage material, he created a timeless Western saga.
The remastered later released CD preserves the original sequence but also adds four bonus tracks. One, a brief snippet of Bach's "Minuet in G" from the 1986 Red Headed Stranger film, is inconsequential. Three more, from the 1975 sessions, are enjoyable covers of Hank Williams's "I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love with You," Bob Wills's "A Maiden's Prayer," and Pee Wee King's "Bonaparte's Retreat,". These are pleasant enough but don't really add anything to the original.
This is the record that those who sneer at country music will either not get at all, in which case you should immediately class them as cloth eared idiots and cast them from your BBQ list, or it will hit them as a Road to Damascus experience and they will become that worst of all fanatics The Convert. To those who think Willie can't do great pop jazz hit them with his "Stardust" album. Better still get Stardust for yourself and file it alongside Sinatra's best and enjoy it. Forever.
The sparse short original, around 33 minutes I think, is a country music opera, a very serious work of art, and one of those life changing records you must have. Along with Neil Young "Tonights The Night", Bob's "Blood on The Tracks", Sinatra's "Wee Small Hours" and Van Morrison's live two album set "Its Too Late to Stop Now"
NB: Not all my own work. If you recognise some of the above from elsewhere you are most likely correct.
It was the time of the preacher in the year of 01.
Now the preachin' is over and the lesson's begun.
I suspect most punters only came across this song as the theme to the TV series Edge of Darkness. I was reminded that it was a while since I listened to The Redheaded Stranger all the way through. Because this is the kind of album that has to be listened to from start to finish.
Around 1973 Willie had had success writing songs that were recorded by others, notably “Crazy” by Patsy Cline and “Hello Walls” for Faron Young but he hadn’t had a great deal of success on his own. Prior to 1970 he was a pretty standard looking country singer, rhinestones suits, short hair, playing pretty much to the usual straight country music circuit fans. He did by then have his loping, behind the beat, (and in front of, and on and all around the beat) jazz singing style and plinked strangely tuned guitar (influenced by Joseph Spence to my ears) in the style which wasn’t all that well understood by the record company types.
Willie’s house burnt down around 1970 and he took sometime off to recoup and relax. He emerged with his now trademark longer hair and jeans style and a yearning to get back to a simpler way of presenting his music. A sort of a country punk idea. He played to fans at the famous Armadillo Headquarters in Austin Texas an artistic, student, music town with a population of traditional country rednecks and hip students and people like Townes van Zandt and others.
He signed a contract for an album but didn't have more than a few songs to record. His wife suggested he do a theme album based around the Red Headed Stranger, a tale of a jilted preacher who goes on the lam after murdering his wife and her lover.
Nelson and the Family began recording Red Headed Stranger, and Nelson felt gratified by what he was hearing. "It was fun putting together what I had wanted it to be", he told Chet Flippo in 2000. "I had wanted it to be real sparse. I had in mind, I remember, some of my favorite records: Eddy Arnold with just his guitar; Ernest Tubb with just his guitar; so I wanted to have that kind of feel with maybe just some help along the way to keep it from getting too, you know, obnoxious. Or monotonous".”
Red Headed Stranger
"It was the time of the preacher, when the story began," sings Nelson on the record's opening track, "Time of the Preacher". The theme, performed by Nelson and a lone acoustic guitar, returns twice during the record, acting as narrator and a sort of Greek chorus. Nelson's first pass at the song sets up the story, hinting at the infidelities that have happened, and the violence they will cause, when he sings:
It was the time of the preacher, in the year of '01
Now the preachin' is over, and the lesson's begun
The record continues in this vein with the second track, "I Couldn't Believe It Was True", a finger-picked ballad that details the preacher's discovery of his wife's dalliances. Although the track is an Eddy Arnold cover, Nelson is able to deftly slip it into the context of the tale he is telling. His quivering voice conveys the anguish and acceptance the preacher is feeling, giving new weight and poignancy to the lyrics:
The shock was so great I am quivering yet
I'll try to forgive her but I cannot forget
My heart breaking loss is another man's gain
Her happiness I hope will always remain
Following this song, Nelson drops back into the role of narrator, reviving the "Time of the Preacher Theme", to illustrate the course of action the protagonist is now forced to take, singing:
But he could not forgive her
Though he tried and tried and tried
And the halls of his memories, still echo her lies
It was the time of the preacher, in the year of '01
Now the lesson is over, and the killing's begun
The deed is committed, and recounted in the next track, "Blue Rock Montana/Red Headed Stranger". The song is haunting and visceral, with Nelson's vocal delivery serving to bring life to the story he is telling. Listening to this song, it is no wonder he opted to make a feature film version of Red Headed Stranger ten years later. Indeed, the scope and grandeur of "Blue Rock Montana/Red Headed Stranger" is very cinematic. The same holds true for the album's centerpiece, "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain". Another cover song, this one also brilliantly dovetails with the record's narrative. A touching, nakedly honest song about love and regret, the lyrics take on new meaning as a part of the Red Headed Stranger saga:
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
The remainder of the record tracks the preacher as he tries to run from both the law and his past. Nelson weaves brilliant originals and covers into a dusty tapestry of the old West that is as resonant as it is unforgettable. Standouts include "Denver", one of the songs penned during that fateful ski trip in Colorado. The song eloquently captures the paranoia felt by the lonely traveler:
And it's nobody's business where you're going or where you come from
And you're judged by the look in your eye
Red Headed Stranger's final four songs blend originals and covers to bring the tale of the preacher to a quiet close. Nelson's cover of Hank Cochran's "Can I Sleep in Your Arms" shows the hero clinging to the thin hope of newfound love:
Don't know why but the one I love left me
Left me lonely and cold and so weak
And I need someone's arms to hold me
'Till I'm strong enough to get back on my feet
This thread carries on through the closing moments of the record, the cover of Bill Callery's "Hands on the Wheel" and the bittersweet instrumental coda, "Bandera". In "Hands on the Wheel", Nelson turns the song's reflective lyrics into a mantra of affirmation for the preacher:
At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
There's deceivers, believers, and all in-betweener's that seem to have no place to go.
I look to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've nearly gone up in smoke.
And now my hand's on the wheel of something that's real, and I feel like I'm going home.
It cost Willie only $20,000 to record, but it handed him the success he'd craved after years as a hit songwriter and modestly successful singer. By blending originals and vintage material, he created a timeless Western saga.
The remastered later released CD preserves the original sequence but also adds four bonus tracks. One, a brief snippet of Bach's "Minuet in G" from the 1986 Red Headed Stranger film, is inconsequential. Three more, from the 1975 sessions, are enjoyable covers of Hank Williams's "I Can't Help It If I'm Still in Love with You," Bob Wills's "A Maiden's Prayer," and Pee Wee King's "Bonaparte's Retreat,". These are pleasant enough but don't really add anything to the original.
This is the record that those who sneer at country music will either not get at all, in which case you should immediately class them as cloth eared idiots and cast them from your BBQ list, or it will hit them as a Road to Damascus experience and they will become that worst of all fanatics The Convert. To those who think Willie can't do great pop jazz hit them with his "Stardust" album. Better still get Stardust for yourself and file it alongside Sinatra's best and enjoy it. Forever.
The sparse short original, around 33 minutes I think, is a country music opera, a very serious work of art, and one of those life changing records you must have. Along with Neil Young "Tonights The Night", Bob's "Blood on The Tracks", Sinatra's "Wee Small Hours" and Van Morrison's live two album set "Its Too Late to Stop Now"
NB: Not all my own work. If you recognise some of the above from elsewhere you are most likely correct.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
crouching stanley, hidden gangsta
You will remember the Fozzie Bear like bearded character from the JAZZ TV (or DVD) series by Ken Burns, his name is Stanley Crouch and he's renown as an outspoken and articulate conservative jazz and music writer.
In his book The Artificial White Man: Essays on Authenticity, he sticks the boot into rap music, amongst other things, calling it “neo-Sambo … mugging or scowling” with “gold teeth, drop-down pants, and tasteless jewelry.” He bravely chastises producers and “artists” who peddle the same “bullying, hedonistic buffoons” D. W. Griffith portrayed in Birth of a Nation.
Read more in a review by Stefan Beck assistant editor of The New Criterion.
A sample of Crouch's writing from JazzTimes:
(He) ..accuses white critics of elevating white musicians "far beyond their abilities" to "make themselves feel more comfortable about . . . evaluating an art from which they feel substantially alienated." Crouch also claims that white writers, who were born in "middle-class china shops," ensure "the destruction of the Negro aesthetic" by advancing musicians who can't swing at the expense of those who can.....
Last year Crouch got fired as a writer from JazzTimes.
Read a bit more about it here in Village Voice.
The Voice called police and sacked Crouch about 10 years ago for snotting a fellow writer in a disagreement about rap music.
Scott Timberg of The Boston Phoenix reviews Crouch's book
THE ALL-AMERICAN SKIN GAME, OR THE DECOY OF RACE: THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT, 1990-1994.
A choice quote from Crouch: " Prince? He's a "Minneapolis vulgarian and borderline drag queen."
Crouch has also dissed latter day minor saint Spike Lee as: "a nappy-headed Napoleon"
More quotes from an interview:
CROUCH: What can Snoop Dogg do? He can't sing. He can't write. His ideas are so pedestrian. If there's an intellectual highway, there's also an intellectual subway. The only difference between an intellectual subway and the real subway is that the real subway actually goes faster than the cars on the street. In the intellectual subway, not only is it below ground, it actually moves far slower. So we're talking about somebody who's intellectually moving at the pace of a worm moving in very hard soil and somebody who's in a Lamborghini. That's the difference between Duke Ellington and Snoop Dogg.
Rap actually comes out of punk rock, not black music. It's not really connected to James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Little Richard, the Supremes.
FXH Comment: Crouch is surely wrong here. It doesn't take much of an ear and brain to see that rap owes a lot to Mr James Brown.
Crouch on the death of Ray Charles.
A bit more about Crouch. Listen to Crouch talking about his view that the concept of authenticity is not easy for all Americans to grasp. He dissects the dilemma in his book The Artificial White Man: Essays on Authenticity. The July 2004 Village Voice article by Ta-Nehisi Coates that I pinched my title from Crouching Stanley, Hidden Gangsta. There is a bunch of Crouch columns, not on jazz, at Salon
A more sympathetic view of Crouch is here in a Salon piece by sometime friend Amy Alexander
In his book The Artificial White Man: Essays on Authenticity, he sticks the boot into rap music, amongst other things, calling it “neo-Sambo … mugging or scowling” with “gold teeth, drop-down pants, and tasteless jewelry.” He bravely chastises producers and “artists” who peddle the same “bullying, hedonistic buffoons” D. W. Griffith portrayed in Birth of a Nation.
Read more in a review by Stefan Beck assistant editor of The New Criterion.
A sample of Crouch's writing from JazzTimes:
(He) ..accuses white critics of elevating white musicians "far beyond their abilities" to "make themselves feel more comfortable about . . . evaluating an art from which they feel substantially alienated." Crouch also claims that white writers, who were born in "middle-class china shops," ensure "the destruction of the Negro aesthetic" by advancing musicians who can't swing at the expense of those who can.....
Last year Crouch got fired as a writer from JazzTimes.
Read a bit more about it here in Village Voice.
The Voice called police and sacked Crouch about 10 years ago for snotting a fellow writer in a disagreement about rap music.
Scott Timberg of The Boston Phoenix reviews Crouch's book
THE ALL-AMERICAN SKIN GAME, OR THE DECOY OF RACE: THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT, 1990-1994.
A choice quote from Crouch: " Prince? He's a "Minneapolis vulgarian and borderline drag queen."
Crouch has also dissed latter day minor saint Spike Lee as: "a nappy-headed Napoleon"
More quotes from an interview:
CROUCH: What can Snoop Dogg do? He can't sing. He can't write. His ideas are so pedestrian. If there's an intellectual highway, there's also an intellectual subway. The only difference between an intellectual subway and the real subway is that the real subway actually goes faster than the cars on the street. In the intellectual subway, not only is it below ground, it actually moves far slower. So we're talking about somebody who's intellectually moving at the pace of a worm moving in very hard soil and somebody who's in a Lamborghini. That's the difference between Duke Ellington and Snoop Dogg.
Rap actually comes out of punk rock, not black music. It's not really connected to James Brown, Aretha Franklin, Little Richard, the Supremes.
FXH Comment: Crouch is surely wrong here. It doesn't take much of an ear and brain to see that rap owes a lot to Mr James Brown.
Crouch on the death of Ray Charles.
A bit more about Crouch. Listen to Crouch talking about his view that the concept of authenticity is not easy for all Americans to grasp. He dissects the dilemma in his book The Artificial White Man: Essays on Authenticity. The July 2004 Village Voice article by Ta-Nehisi Coates that I pinched my title from Crouching Stanley, Hidden Gangsta. There is a bunch of Crouch columns, not on jazz, at Salon
A more sympathetic view of Crouch is here in a Salon piece by sometime friend Amy Alexander
Friday, November 05, 2004
fat freddies first friday
Playing catch-up with the latest fads from other places today is the Cat Pictures Posting Day for the Australian Blog Community.
carol link over at the decidedly rural beezlebublog has posted pics of her earless polar bear cat with the euro sophisticated name of Yves plus Oedipus Rex.
karma kameleon of karma to burn promised to post pics of her rabbit.
Chris Sheil of Backpages doesn't like cats pics "I don't get the joke or don't like the custom, or both" but has been posting pics of his red kelpie.
Dirk Thruster is way too manly and all australian outback type to post cat pics but has posted a pic of his lizard that lives on the verandah and a romantic pic of a tractor.
Anthony at Spiceblog will most likely be cooking up a cat on a Korean charcoal BBQ with Star Anise and marmalade, sage and apple stuffing and drinking an obscure imported beer.
I anticipant darp will have a cat with shaved balls and a messed up bed hair look and tatts.
Ms Fits will probably just post another pic of her old dog Bob Ellis again.
Ken Parish from Troppo Armadillo will just plonk up a pic of an armadillo. Or perhaps a pic of C.L at the vets surgery.
Currency Lad will probably post a pic of George Bush's dog Or a photo of Ken Parish having surgery at the vets.
John Quiggin is simply too cool to have a cat or post a pic of one. He's a bright sort of guy who just might have a picture of Schrodinger's cat. Or at least an economic theory of the cat and the box.
Paul Watson will most likely have a rant about how baby boomers have denied young people jobs by posting cat pictures.
The cat all axy mob who by rights should have a cat masthead with that title will have an argument about the utility of posting cat pics.
Need more? Links to lots of animal blogs.
As cat pics surface I'll update:zoe at crazybrave has Mr Klaw (kool spelling and all)
Sedgwick has weighed in with cat mind reading.
ooooh feministe has more of the sink kitty Pablo today
I had thought that Yobbo would post a pic of a nude asian beauty instead of a cat. But no, ever the creative boy, he has posted a pic of an asian beauty (possibly nude) with a condom hat.
Late update: mallrat has posted a pic of a cat called Sunday who seems to be caught in a messy custody battle. I'm worried the Blackshirts might now get involved.
Even Later Updates: Lushlife over at Life is Like has posted pics of Grizzy and Sylvester.
Felix at anyresemblance
boyton has a non feline looking blue heeler called Flo
spud from craftapalooza
FX Orange Cat waving provocatively to Sheil's Kelpie
FX Black Cat sitting cool on Jukebox
Monday, November 01, 2004
canaries cuties creeps cindies & cut rate cats - its jelly on the cuff
At the risk of appearing to be a girlie man and not the renown jazzbo, hep cat and finger poppin' daddio that indeedio I am-io, I am about to suggest that in this post election hiatus, while we are still sussing out "what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born", that what is needed is something like a Friday Cat Pictures Blog on Ozblogisthan.
Although it was percolating for a while, it is not an entirely original idea. I must confess I had occasionally peeked over at feministe to look at her very cute cat, Pablo, sleeping in its (un) usual spot. Then David Tiley over at Barista posted the chart of status in blogging. [at the moment Mista Barista's comments aren't digitalising upwards].
Naturally cat pic posting is looked down upon by all. Then I happened upon a link to this New York Times story about big time bloggers in USA posting pics of their cats on Fridays.
Let the posting begin next Friday.
I’ve got a feeling, a bit of an inkling, that this will lead to world peace, warm fuzzy feelings, love between bloggers, resolution of the Gaza strip problems, a cure for Yassar, reform in the Australian Senate, Tony Abbott turning all warm and cuddly and a resurgence of sales of incense and crystals.
Footnote: There is no way, abso-bloody-lutely no way, that I will be the one to suggest to the Mrs Slocum of Oz blogging, Ms Fits, that she be the first to post pictures of her pussy on her blog. No way.
Although it was percolating for a while, it is not an entirely original idea. I must confess I had occasionally peeked over at feministe to look at her very cute cat, Pablo, sleeping in its (un) usual spot. Then David Tiley over at Barista posted the chart of status in blogging. [at the moment Mista Barista's comments aren't digitalising upwards].
Naturally cat pic posting is looked down upon by all. Then I happened upon a link to this New York Times story about big time bloggers in USA posting pics of their cats on Fridays.
Let the posting begin next Friday.
I’ve got a feeling, a bit of an inkling, that this will lead to world peace, warm fuzzy feelings, love between bloggers, resolution of the Gaza strip problems, a cure for Yassar, reform in the Australian Senate, Tony Abbott turning all warm and cuddly and a resurgence of sales of incense and crystals.
Footnote: There is no way, abso-bloody-lutely no way, that I will be the one to suggest to the Mrs Slocum of Oz blogging, Ms Fits, that she be the first to post pictures of her pussy on her blog. No way.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
teenage dreams, so hard to beat
Famous radio presenter John Peel has died. Born John Robert Ravenscroft he worked in radio in the USA then in the mid 60's he returned to join the likes of the brilliant Kenny Everett in the heady days of pirate radio. He then joined the BBC and was influential in shaping UK musical tastes and as a knockon effect UK musical output, for a few generations and was a reminder of the days when radio presenters had some knowledge and love of music and played the music they liked or thought that they or the listeners might like.
To look and listen to a Peel playlist is to be extended and see possibilities. Other than some community broadcasters these radio days are gone. Long gone.
Peel has always said his favourite single, and one of the best, of all time was “Teenage Kicks” by The Undertones. I agree.
Peel had said he wanted a line from Teenage Kicks on his headstone : "teenage dreams, so hard to beat"
Another Peel quote I agree with: "...I never really thought Oasis were much good to be honest...."
Amazingly Peel was in Dallas the day JFK was shot and at the site 45 minutes later then also at the press conference when they hauled in Lee Harvey Oswald.
Another BBC DJ Andy Kershaw, who might know, has placed him above Lennon & McCartney as the most important figure in the fifty year history of British rockmusic.
UPDATE: Limited time.The perfect single. Sublime guitar pop. MP3 of "Teenage Kicks" here. Instructions. PLAY LOUD.
To look and listen to a Peel playlist is to be extended and see possibilities. Other than some community broadcasters these radio days are gone. Long gone.
Peel has always said his favourite single, and one of the best, of all time was “Teenage Kicks” by The Undertones. I agree.
Peel had said he wanted a line from Teenage Kicks on his headstone : "teenage dreams, so hard to beat"
Another Peel quote I agree with: "...I never really thought Oasis were much good to be honest...."
Amazingly Peel was in Dallas the day JFK was shot and at the site 45 minutes later then also at the press conference when they hauled in Lee Harvey Oswald.
Another BBC DJ Andy Kershaw, who might know, has placed him above Lennon & McCartney as the most important figure in the fifty year history of British rockmusic.
UPDATE: Limited time.The perfect single. Sublime guitar pop. MP3 of "Teenage Kicks" here. Instructions. PLAY LOUD.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
dylan backs howard - twice not thrice
1 tune not lyrics:
“.. but if my songs were just about the words, then what was Duanne Eddy, the great rock and roll guitarist, doing recording an album full of instrumental melodies of my songs? Musicians have always known that my songs were about more than just words, but most people are not musicians.”
2 white picket fence:
"I was fantasising about a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard.
“.. but if my songs were just about the words, then what was Duanne Eddy, the great rock and roll guitarist, doing recording an album full of instrumental melodies of my songs? Musicians have always known that my songs were about more than just words, but most people are not musicians.”
2 white picket fence:
"I was fantasising about a nine-to-five existence, a house on a tree-lined block with a white picket fence, pink roses in the backyard.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
i'm fit, i'm fightin' fit, but i'm not fit to fight - just yet
In order to protect my psychy, what diminished remnants there was of it after the exercise of universal suffurage on 9/10, i have watched no tv or radio or newspaper current affairs, for seven days or more. I begun to become a somewhat better person or at least a not so grumpy one. I cooked, I read, I oddjobbed, I read, I listened to greatness, hell i even went out and saw The Fabulous Topp Twins. Then at the precise time to the week when I realised that Labor was another 3 years in the wilderness I was struck down by the scrofulous barcoo rot. No matter what I did it stuck to me with the tenacity of a long forgotten tithe to the AoG church. The bug took me down to the gates of the underworld for a few days. I fought it off - it was only one of Satans minor bovver boys anyway.
Slowly I fixed small things around the estate that had needed a hand for a while. I spoke to neighbours, took out and then bought back in the myriad of garbage bins we keep garaged here. I encouraged the wisteria to clime over the toppermost of the highest part of the pergolla.
Tonight I was uplifted further, my faith in ordinary Australians revived, my joy in music rekindled when I watch the ABC Doco: Damn Right I'm A Cowboy - more over at Amandas page about a group of community radio drifting dreaming darlins and daddies of the cowtunes, mixing western swing with crooning and tex mex with irish and pushing it out in an aural version of a progressive barn dance. I wished I was there. Lips so warm and tender ....My Rose My Rose of San Antone....
After making sure the outside speakers set under the eaves are actually working i pilgrimaged out to Bunnings and obtained a medium priced 4 burner BBQ with hood and spacial warming /roasting shelf in an attempt to both project myself as an outdoors type (singing the Lemonheads "I lied about being the outdoors type") and to "take my mind off things" and to allow for a better BBQ experience. This Better BBQ experience involves trying to replicate various smoked, baked, sauced spare pork and beef ribs that I tasted going around USA. The best from memory were from around Denver Colorardo.
Now i need to get the sauces right, the type of meat right, cooking times and methods right and I will be over the 2004 elections and on the road to recovery.
I now call on Little Anthony and the Imperials over at SPICEBLOG Can you direct me to good information on rib cookin that can be used on an a ausssie style BBQ from Bunnings.
Slowly I fixed small things around the estate that had needed a hand for a while. I spoke to neighbours, took out and then bought back in the myriad of garbage bins we keep garaged here. I encouraged the wisteria to clime over the toppermost of the highest part of the pergolla.
Tonight I was uplifted further, my faith in ordinary Australians revived, my joy in music rekindled when I watch the ABC Doco: Damn Right I'm A Cowboy - more over at Amandas page about a group of community radio drifting dreaming darlins and daddies of the cowtunes, mixing western swing with crooning and tex mex with irish and pushing it out in an aural version of a progressive barn dance. I wished I was there. Lips so warm and tender ....My Rose My Rose of San Antone....
After making sure the outside speakers set under the eaves are actually working i pilgrimaged out to Bunnings and obtained a medium priced 4 burner BBQ with hood and spacial warming /roasting shelf in an attempt to both project myself as an outdoors type (singing the Lemonheads "I lied about being the outdoors type") and to "take my mind off things" and to allow for a better BBQ experience. This Better BBQ experience involves trying to replicate various smoked, baked, sauced spare pork and beef ribs that I tasted going around USA. The best from memory were from around Denver Colorardo.
Now i need to get the sauces right, the type of meat right, cooking times and methods right and I will be over the 2004 elections and on the road to recovery.
I now call on Little Anthony and the Imperials over at SPICEBLOG Can you direct me to good information on rib cookin that can be used on an a ausssie style BBQ from Bunnings.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
ready for election night
Now the years have passed and memories come and go
He hears that voice that rocked him gently so
A calm will descend and there's peace at the end of the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird.
Now the years have passed and memories come and go
He hears that voice that rocked him gently so
Well, the rain's gonna fall and the wind may blow in the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird.
A calm will descend and there's peace at the end of the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird
....Boz Scaggs
He hears that voice that rocked him gently so
A calm will descend and there's peace at the end of the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird.
Now the years have passed and memories come and go
He hears that voice that rocked him gently so
Well, the rain's gonna fall and the wind may blow in the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird.
A calm will descend and there's peace at the end of the darkest night
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I fly like a bird
....Boz Scaggs
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
a diary 2
“Rents due Tuesday – Tiger”
It wasn’t the first time she’d called me Tiger. Last time I couldn’t pay the rent on time she eked the equivalent out of my white-belly thin-legged unbuffed flesh. Not that it was an altogether unpleasant experience or even un-anticipated on my part, but the residual worm of guilt and minor flush of a shame kept me paying interest on the loan emotionally for weeks afterwards.
I’d been down before but never really out. I’d been up before but never really in.
The election announcement revived memories of better times. Of wine in bottles not cardboard boxes. Of meals in cafes on white tablecloths.
My cotton trousers, shirt and jacket didn’t cost any more from Target than trackies and give me an air of respectability, at least in my mind, that sets me apart from the mob in this place.
I grabbed my mug from the dresser, stuck the mail under my arm, filled up from the urn and dropped in two tea bags. Out in the louvered in back veranda a few of the residents were smoking, studying the form guide and drinking beverages with no alcohol.
The window envelopes I shoved in my jacket pocket for later. All of the phone messages were scribbled on the back of one envelope. The not yet ex wife had rung to “catch up. nothing urgent”. In my morning fug I couldn’t dredge up an emotional response to her message. I stuffed it to one side in my mind knowing I would easily find it to make myself feel bad later.
It wasn’t the first time she’d called me Tiger. Last time I couldn’t pay the rent on time she eked the equivalent out of my white-belly thin-legged unbuffed flesh. Not that it was an altogether unpleasant experience or even un-anticipated on my part, but the residual worm of guilt and minor flush of a shame kept me paying interest on the loan emotionally for weeks afterwards.
I’d been down before but never really out. I’d been up before but never really in.
The election announcement revived memories of better times. Of wine in bottles not cardboard boxes. Of meals in cafes on white tablecloths.
My cotton trousers, shirt and jacket didn’t cost any more from Target than trackies and give me an air of respectability, at least in my mind, that sets me apart from the mob in this place.
I grabbed my mug from the dresser, stuck the mail under my arm, filled up from the urn and dropped in two tea bags. Out in the louvered in back veranda a few of the residents were smoking, studying the form guide and drinking beverages with no alcohol.
The window envelopes I shoved in my jacket pocket for later. All of the phone messages were scribbled on the back of one envelope. The not yet ex wife had rung to “catch up. nothing urgent”. In my morning fug I couldn’t dredge up an emotional response to her message. I stuffed it to one side in my mind knowing I would easily find it to make myself feel bad later.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies
Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies,
Knock me your lobes!
I came here to lay Caesar out,
Not to hip you to him.
The bad jazz that a cat blows
Wails long after he's cut out,
The groovy is often stashed with their frames.
So don't put Caesar down...."
.....
What a gas! Willie the Shake flipping wigs once again in this wild, crazy, "hipsemantic" translation of Marc Antony's funeral oration. And what sweet, swingin' stud laid this beautiful jazz down? None other than Lord Richard Buckley - a far out, wailin', nonstop, groovy gasser who stomped virtually unknown through the pages of history. He was known to ridicule an unhip audience, and was not adverse to doing his act with a joint dangling from his lips.
.......
The story of Christ, otherwise known as "The Nazz":
"...and I dig all you cats out there whippin' and whalin' and jumpin' up and down and suckin' up that fine juice, and pattin' each other on the back and tellin' each other who the greatest cat in the woild is. Mr. Malenkoff, Mr. Dalenkoff, Mr. Eisenhower, Woozinweezin, Weisenwoozer, and Mr. Woodhill and Mr. Beechhill and Mr. Churchhill and all them Hills, they gonna get it straight. If they can't straighten it they know a cat that knows a cat that's gonna get it straight. Well, I'm gonna put a cat on you was the sweetest, gonist, wailinest cat that ever stomped on this sweet swingin' sphere. And they call this here cat...the Nazz, that was the cat's name. He was a carpenter kitty. Now the Nazz was the kind of a cat that come on so wild, and so sweet, and so strong and so with it, that when he laid it -WHAM - it stayed there..."
.......
Lord Buckley left behind a substantial, if generally unknown, legacy. Honey Bruce in her autobiography says, "Lenny did vocal impressions of famous stars, but I believe he learned he could use his voice to create many comedy characters from his experiences with Lord Buckley. With Lenny's talents there was no problem coming up with the voices, but it was the dear Lord Buckley who did it first."
Larry Storch, Jonathan Winters, Whoopi Goldberg, and Robin Williams have acknowledged their debt to him. Henry Miller, Greer Garson, and Charlie Parker were some of his admirers. Frank Sinatra was his friend, until His Lordship supposedly marched sixteen naked people through the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel where Sinatra was performing.
George Harrison's 1977 hit song "Crackerbox Palace" was indeed named after Buckley's tiny Hollywood dwelling. The Mr. Greif referred to in the song was once Buckley's manager, and "...the Lord is well inside of you..." refers to the earthly, not the heavenly, divinity. Jimmy Buffett has recorded and performed an original Buckley number called "God's Own Drunk."
Bob Dylan fell in love with "Black Cross," the story of a black man who is lynched for his supposed lack of religious beliefs. Written by a Cleveland poet named Joseph Newman, it was one of the few works Buckley recited in its original form. Dylan performed "Black Cross" in concert and two bootleg recordings from 1961 and 1962 do exist. If you look closely at the cover of Dylan's album, Bringing It All Back Home, you will see a copy of Buckley's album, The Best of Lord Buckley (Crestview), on the mantle over the fireplace. And Frank Zappa edited His Lordship's LP, a most immaculately hip aristocrat, when he was sixteen years old.
Knock me your lobes!
I came here to lay Caesar out,
Not to hip you to him.
The bad jazz that a cat blows
Wails long after he's cut out,
The groovy is often stashed with their frames.
So don't put Caesar down...."
.....
What a gas! Willie the Shake flipping wigs once again in this wild, crazy, "hipsemantic" translation of Marc Antony's funeral oration. And what sweet, swingin' stud laid this beautiful jazz down? None other than Lord Richard Buckley - a far out, wailin', nonstop, groovy gasser who stomped virtually unknown through the pages of history. He was known to ridicule an unhip audience, and was not adverse to doing his act with a joint dangling from his lips.
.......
The story of Christ, otherwise known as "The Nazz":
"...and I dig all you cats out there whippin' and whalin' and jumpin' up and down and suckin' up that fine juice, and pattin' each other on the back and tellin' each other who the greatest cat in the woild is. Mr. Malenkoff, Mr. Dalenkoff, Mr. Eisenhower, Woozinweezin, Weisenwoozer, and Mr. Woodhill and Mr. Beechhill and Mr. Churchhill and all them Hills, they gonna get it straight. If they can't straighten it they know a cat that knows a cat that's gonna get it straight. Well, I'm gonna put a cat on you was the sweetest, gonist, wailinest cat that ever stomped on this sweet swingin' sphere. And they call this here cat...the Nazz, that was the cat's name. He was a carpenter kitty. Now the Nazz was the kind of a cat that come on so wild, and so sweet, and so strong and so with it, that when he laid it -WHAM - it stayed there..."
.......
Lord Buckley left behind a substantial, if generally unknown, legacy. Honey Bruce in her autobiography says, "Lenny did vocal impressions of famous stars, but I believe he learned he could use his voice to create many comedy characters from his experiences with Lord Buckley. With Lenny's talents there was no problem coming up with the voices, but it was the dear Lord Buckley who did it first."
Larry Storch, Jonathan Winters, Whoopi Goldberg, and Robin Williams have acknowledged their debt to him. Henry Miller, Greer Garson, and Charlie Parker were some of his admirers. Frank Sinatra was his friend, until His Lordship supposedly marched sixteen naked people through the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel where Sinatra was performing.
George Harrison's 1977 hit song "Crackerbox Palace" was indeed named after Buckley's tiny Hollywood dwelling. The Mr. Greif referred to in the song was once Buckley's manager, and "...the Lord is well inside of you..." refers to the earthly, not the heavenly, divinity. Jimmy Buffett has recorded and performed an original Buckley number called "God's Own Drunk."
Bob Dylan fell in love with "Black Cross," the story of a black man who is lynched for his supposed lack of religious beliefs. Written by a Cleveland poet named Joseph Newman, it was one of the few works Buckley recited in its original form. Dylan performed "Black Cross" in concert and two bootleg recordings from 1961 and 1962 do exist. If you look closely at the cover of Dylan's album, Bringing It All Back Home, you will see a copy of Buckley's album, The Best of Lord Buckley (Crestview), on the mantle over the fireplace. And Frank Zappa edited His Lordship's LP, a most immaculately hip aristocrat, when he was sixteen years old.
Monday, September 20, 2004
flat foot floozie flim flam floogle
A Personal MacVouty Memory - Jim Calvagna
As to Slim what can I say.
It was back in 1952 I was taking a date to Birdland. Usually when I went there I sat in the bleachers over by the bar where there were no tables etc. (i.e. the low rent district ) which Slim affectionately called Wino Junction. Since I had a date, I had to show off and sit at one of the tables on the expensive side (there was a $3.00 minimum per person).
As we came in Slim was playing, when he spotted us he played the first few notes of "Here comes the bride'" and nodded his head yes. I shook my head no. This was repeated several times.
When the tune finished, Slim announced:
" We would like to dedicate this next number to our newlyweds here spending their honeymoon at Birdland. What a drag! If that was me I'd go somewhere and lock the vouty and throw the reeney away."
A few years later we were married, we still are, but we will always remember Slim's dedication.
A few days later I was walking up Broadway and here came Slim the other way.
As he neared me I said:"Mac Vouty!!"
Without missing a beat he responded: "O rissimo reeny!"
FX says: How hip can a cat get?
As to Slim what can I say.
It was back in 1952 I was taking a date to Birdland. Usually when I went there I sat in the bleachers over by the bar where there were no tables etc. (i.e. the low rent district ) which Slim affectionately called Wino Junction. Since I had a date, I had to show off and sit at one of the tables on the expensive side (there was a $3.00 minimum per person).
As we came in Slim was playing, when he spotted us he played the first few notes of "Here comes the bride'" and nodded his head yes. I shook my head no. This was repeated several times.
When the tune finished, Slim announced:
" We would like to dedicate this next number to our newlyweds here spending their honeymoon at Birdland. What a drag! If that was me I'd go somewhere and lock the vouty and throw the reeney away."
A few years later we were married, we still are, but we will always remember Slim's dedication.
A few days later I was walking up Broadway and here came Slim the other way.
As he neared me I said:"Mac Vouty!!"
Without missing a beat he responded: "O rissimo reeny!"
FX says: How hip can a cat get?
Saturday, September 04, 2004
a diary
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air.
It was a day like any other day in the boarding house.
It was the week that was starting to be different.
The clock radio scratched awake half statically untuned to the government station and the news from the un sovieted about another hundred or so deaths. Even as I rolled over and punched the off button I knew that the announcement of the vote a week ago had changed my life forever.
It was 20 past 10 am and cold as a black heart abbott. The mist had penetrated the thin plywood walls of the shelter and seeped its way into the bones and blood of all the residents. Not that we thought of ourselves as joined together by anything except our ambivalence toward mutual obligato and a sullen resistance to the resentful non judgemental assistance of our shared case managers.
The landlady opened the door and shuffled in with a bunch of messages and mail. Only after she was sure I was awake and not going to be another reportable death did she deign to tap on the door with her chipped bright faded red glued on nails.
“There’s been a bloody lot of phone calls for you in the last few days “ She weezed.
“I’m not your friggin' message girl y’know”
The bundle of paper and offcuts that indicated somebody still remembered me landed on the floor with a feint almost thump.
“Rents due Tuesday – Tiger”
It was a day like any other day in the boarding house.
It was the week that was starting to be different.
The clock radio scratched awake half statically untuned to the government station and the news from the un sovieted about another hundred or so deaths. Even as I rolled over and punched the off button I knew that the announcement of the vote a week ago had changed my life forever.
It was 20 past 10 am and cold as a black heart abbott. The mist had penetrated the thin plywood walls of the shelter and seeped its way into the bones and blood of all the residents. Not that we thought of ourselves as joined together by anything except our ambivalence toward mutual obligato and a sullen resistance to the resentful non judgemental assistance of our shared case managers.
The landlady opened the door and shuffled in with a bunch of messages and mail. Only after she was sure I was awake and not going to be another reportable death did she deign to tap on the door with her chipped bright faded red glued on nails.
“There’s been a bloody lot of phone calls for you in the last few days “ She weezed.
“I’m not your friggin' message girl y’know”
The bundle of paper and offcuts that indicated somebody still remembered me landed on the floor with a feint almost thump.
“Rents due Tuesday – Tiger”
Thursday, September 02, 2004
mark (latham) of the beast
"And he {Antichrist} causes all, both small {small rodents} and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or upon their foreheads, "and that no one may buy or sell except the one who has the mark or the name of the Beast or the number of his name. "Here is wisdom. Let he who has understanding calculate the number of the Beast; for his number is that of a man and his number is 666.
"REV:13:16-18
The campaign period is 6 weeks.
The election will be held on the 6th day of the week.
Voting closes at 6 o'clock.
I have a 6th sense about The Rodent.
666 plus 6
Spooky
References: Here and here and here
"REV:13:16-18
The campaign period is 6 weeks.
The election will be held on the 6th day of the week.
Voting closes at 6 o'clock.
I have a 6th sense about The Rodent.
666 plus 6
Spooky
References: Here and here and here
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
rodent fanciers object to slur
The Queensland branch of the Australian Rodent Fanciers Society has objected to the bad name given rodents by association with lying or by association with John Howard.
The AusRFS is very proud to welcome rat and mouse lovers from all over Australia. Queensland Members of the club may in the future be able to use services provided by other members such as pet sitting, nail clipping, de-lousing and information hotlines.
Rat/Mouse Information Hotline - Email Tracey at theyorks@bigpond.net.au for answers to general questions about rats.
The Australian Mouse and Rat Information Service.
The aims of The Rodent Report is to:
Show people, young and old, just how enjoyable these smaller companion animals are.
I have just subscribed Pete Costello to the Rodent Report so he can discover 'just how enjoyable these smaller companion animals are'.
These 2 rodents below, Boris and Geralton, are up for adoption in Canberra. The hernia and "This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show" makes me think Boris is really JWH. Geralton "He's just a little rough when playing with others" has to be Abbott.
Boris - Fawn Self boy - Canberra
This fawn self boy has a small hernia, and is very good and cuddly by himself, but just too rough with others. He is approx 12 months old. For more details, contact Linda. This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show.
Geralton - Agouti Hood boy - Canberra.
This agouti hood is the perfect cuddly pet. He's just a little rough when playing with others.. He is approx 12 months old and for more details, you can contact Linda. This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show.
The AusRFS is very proud to welcome rat and mouse lovers from all over Australia. Queensland Members of the club may in the future be able to use services provided by other members such as pet sitting, nail clipping, de-lousing and information hotlines.
Rat/Mouse Information Hotline - Email Tracey at theyorks@bigpond.net.au for answers to general questions about rats.
The Australian Mouse and Rat Information Service.
The aims of The Rodent Report is to:
Show people, young and old, just how enjoyable these smaller companion animals are.
I have just subscribed Pete Costello to the Rodent Report so he can discover 'just how enjoyable these smaller companion animals are'.
These 2 rodents below, Boris and Geralton, are up for adoption in Canberra. The hernia and "This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show" makes me think Boris is really JWH. Geralton "He's just a little rough when playing with others" has to be Abbott.
Boris - Fawn Self boy - Canberra
This fawn self boy has a small hernia, and is very good and cuddly by himself, but just too rough with others. He is approx 12 months old. For more details, contact Linda. This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show.
Geralton - Agouti Hood boy - Canberra.
This agouti hood is the perfect cuddly pet. He's just a little rough when playing with others.. He is approx 12 months old and for more details, you can contact Linda. This boy will be travelling to Sydney for the March Show.
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