I Love Musicians But I Couldn’t Eat A Whole One OR Why I’m Closing Overheard Productions Down On Sunday 30 October 2016 Pt 37

I took this shot on a night when I invited all my Sydney contacts to celebrate 10 years (?) of Overheard Productions. I got one RSVP to say they couldn’t come.

UPDATE: REPORTS OF OVERHEARD PRODUCTIONS’S DEMISE HAVE BEEN GROSSLY EXAGGERATED. BY THE OWNER-OPERATOR. AGAIN.

(It seemed like a good idea and the right way to go at the time, but in truth, Overheard Productions just needed a Bex, a cup of tea, and a good lie down. For about four months. So that’s all done, and we’re coming back live, albeit in a different format and with a different focus. Make that, similar format, slightly different focus. These things shall – or may – become clear. Bill Quinn, Tuesday 14 March 2017, 14:06 AEST.)

This is a common occurrence, that thing what just happened here about half an hour ago.

After a fairly rugged day, I was choosing to turn off the brain – the analytical, always-thinking, always-connecting, always spotting opportunities or potential brain.

With a remote control device, nay, two remote control devices in hand/s: terrestrial AND satellite television, and the owner had gone to bed with her laptop and dog, so the televisual airwaves and receiving flat-screen monitoring thing were mine, all mine.

And then I happened to look at social media and there it was: a friend was sharing some banal meme about cats or food or hovercraft or I honestly cannot remember what it was. And he was starting into a long line of banter on the same topic.

There’s nothing wrong with that. I do it meself. At some great length.

BUT…

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The Woodford Files 2014-15: Care Yourself*

An ounce of prevention beats a buttload of cure
An ounce of prevention beats a buttload of cure

Many festival survival guides exist on the world wide weird and sparticularly in the blogosphere.

So I don’t intend to replicate, duplicate, spiflicate or update those, but I did want to share a few insights into preventative healthification.

Have you ever gone to a festival or on the road and woken up one morning feeling like a rather large, furry toad has crawled into your larynx and is now doing early morning Zumba?

Or started heading into that long night when you want to sit around the campfire singing 36-verse ye olde Englishe folke songse and find you’ve started the coughing fit that might wake the dead? Whom you envisage joining in the not too distant?

The dirty little secret is something that one of my many, many former employers (a medical not for profit) will tell you about in great depth and detail under the banner of ‘antibiotic resistance’: some lurgies you just can’t duck because they’re viral, and the best you can do is pump up your general healthiness and look after that immune system.

The bad news on that score for folkies is that to best keep your system in good health, you should:

* avoid coffee
* avoid or limit alcohol intake
* avoid fatty, salty, sugary foods
* get lots of sleep
* don’t stay out at night in the cool air ingesting campfire ash
* don’t strain your vocal folds
* don’t sleep on uncomfortable, unsupportive mattresses or straight onto the ground
* and other stuff your mum told you
* always wear clean underwear.

It’s pretty much the anti-folk menu.

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