Sometimes 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?