Welcome to Overheard Productions In Transition to the Overheard Group

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Welcome to Overheard Productions as it currently stands, and has stood, since 6 December 2003.

However, after 36 reboots, and reduxes, and not a little redacting, we’re now in a transition phase to splut up…

Splut up? Ok, I’ve been hanging around with a LOT of Kiwis lately.

We’re splitting into a number of reasonably well-defined entities, some of which will carry the red, white, and black livery that you currently se, others that will be similar in look and feel, and others that will be duck-diving under the surface, away from view, such that if you see them, you won’t recognise they come from the same stable.

We’ll be the Woolworths or Coles of the music/entertainment/arts and toilet-cleaning world! 😉

Stay tuned! We won’t try to put a timeframe on this changeover, as that usually ends in tears. As recently as last week.

But definitely… maybe… possibly…

Surely be to goodness, mercy and light by Saturday 21 July 2017. Say around 7pm-ish at the Yacht Club! 😉 Call it a present to ourselves…

Various gods willing, inshallah, the creeks don’t rise, and the crops don’t fail.

Back to work. Can you see yourself out? Sweet.

Toodles!

 

Bill Quinn
Overheard Productions
www.facebook.com/OverheardProductions

Ph: +61-405-651-681
@overheardprod

bill.fj.quinn@gmail.com

Billgella Lawsoote eating out -- one of my FAVOURITE things to do. I LOVE eating out!
Billgella Lawsoote eating out — one of my FAVOURITE things to do. I LOVE eating out!

Overheard Productions is getting its mojo working — but slowly and incrementally

IMAG2766Sometimes you end up in the right place at the right time. Tote bag by Laneway . There are signatures on the back. This was a gift in return for me doing an interview with them back around about the time King Arthur was rounding the corners on his meeting table — coming soon…

When I get more than five minutes on a QWERTY keyboard again*, I’m going to change some titles and move files around so the categories are a little more predictable and meaningful.

* At the time of writing, I could not predict it would take 25 days before my fingers touched a keyboard in which I would not have any consistent access to an IBM/PC QWERTY system. As I write this, I’ve been 14 months with no PC to call my own. Think you’ve got tech troubles? Walk a mile in my moccasins!

You might have come here for a music blog and found a middle-aged man, wringing his hands over the cruel world in which he tries to make his way, with a pure-ish heart (mostly harmless) and the best of the good intentions and yet…

Meh! Ain’t nobody got time for dat sentence!

So, this page will soon have a new name and my brooding, insightful, musings on the vagaries of existence are going to where all self-indulgent dross lives: Tumblr!

By way of a hopeful transition, I want to share this insight and affirmation I had at 3.30am on Tuesday morning (yikes, what date? Tuesday 5 February 2013, maybe?) on Cronulla Beach.

I’d woken in the night, afflicted by niggling self-doubts, and all those myriad concerns that come with the satisfying of the basics of good old Maszlo and the bottom tier of his triangle.

I’d given away any thought of more sleep that early morning, and was driving towards a 24hr NSW Clubs premises for a cup of coffee, bright lights, and whatever sport was on televisual offer.

But halfway down the Kingsway to my destination, I felt that inexorable pull of the moon and the sea — it’s gotten stronger since 2005 and gets stronger day by day.

And I turned YIGgy the Econo-Battle Van around and headed down to Cronulla Beach, the scene of an existential incident from last week I’m still processing. (Keywords: tweeds off, diving through the surface after fast-disappearing 15 year old Chinese national. With the help of his Dad who finally sensed the danger, young “Peach” started Year 11 in the Shire the next day.)

I was getting out of the van in the dark, thinking about the cruel intent that lurks in the hearts of some men and women, and FFS why ARE people so unkind?

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