A Punter’s Perspective
Random observations on the wide, weird world of folk from the side of the stage
#34 This time, it’s personal
First published in Trad and Now magazine, April 2012
Fun fact: this is ‘A Punter’s Perspective’ edition #34.
And I draw attention to the edition number here for only the second time, and for the first time since I wrote my first column in December 2006.
Is edition number 34 significant?
Absolutely not. And absolutely yes. And for sure and for certain. And not in the slightest.
It all depends on your perspective.
34 is the number of the house in north Canberra where I lived from ages 4 to 18.
So it has no actual relevance or significance here, except in the same way it’s strangely satisfying when you order your breakfast at the local caf, and you’re handed a table number that happens to be your lucky number.
(36, for the record. Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and a long black. And water. ‘Et est-ce que vous avez des aspirins? I have a hangover you could photograph.’ Name that film.)
The preceding paragraphs may have struck a cord (or a chord) with you. Or, like so many versions of ‘A Punter’s Perspective’ in the last five and a half years, they’ve left you staring incredulously into the middle distance as you stir your soy chai latté with an index finger, mumbling, ‘What a load of self-indulgent toss’. Continue reading