Where’s the cleaning lady? The place is falling apart
band rehearsal today? I don’t know. The sun is out but it’s 20 degrees outside. Don’t ask me to convert it to celsius, I don’t understand it. The same as I am mystified by European weights and measures. For those of you who don’t know, 20 degrees Farenheit is bloody cold. I don’t think there is a wind blowing, so that’s a bonus. Otherwise you’d be snap frozen walking to your vehicle from the house.
Down Under they have had their fourth shark attack in days. What’s going on there? Sharks have declared war on the Aussies? I have never seen a shark in the waters, and I went swimming a lot. No doubt it’s somebody’s fault that this is happening. We’ll just have to wait and see who gets the blame.
The news from ‘Stralia today is that the drummer of Midnight Oil, Rob Hirst has passed away. I never met the dude, but a friend of mine told me that he was going to play him my version of “Beds Are Burning”, which is a quite vicious satirical take on their famous song. My friend said he would have loved it, but I didn’t find out if he had heard it or not. If I can find it somewhere in this conglomeration of digital and analogue landfill, I will post it below. Stuart Coupe, to my amazement, played it on his radio show once, but not a word was said by anyone. Maybe they don’t get satire? Maybe they just hate me, I wouldn’t doubt it.
Put some clothes on… please
It’s pretty much a given that it won’t be played anywhere anymore with the current Thought Police in power. Rob Hirst was a great drummer there is no doubt about it, but Midnight Oil were not my favorite band by any means. Peter Garrett annoyed the crap out of me, with his lecturing and chicken dancing. The musical track itself minus the message, is a solid rockin’ tune that I like a lot, which was why it was very enjoyable for me putting together the satirical version. Musicially they were very good a lot of the time, not the least of which was because of Rob Hirst who played the fuck out that kit.
The Armchairs made a video at RMIT years ago where I’m imitating some of those Garrett signature moves. Nobody cared anyway. That’s the trouble, nobody pays any attention to anything you do unless it’s approved by the mainstream. The Armchairs were not in that category. My version of the song is probaly a hate crime now. I do think I nailed Garrett’s singing style with the line “The Western Desert doesn’t need a bald headed geek”, but I’ll let you decide.
The Opera House Sydney and sharks are everywhere
I can hear the sound of a garbage truck outside. I think they’re finally picking up the trash even though I heard them three hours ago doing the same thing. I have to go out and rescue it before some thoughtless a-hole decides to use it as a dog waste disposal receptacle. As I predicted what’s left of the snow is now morphing into ice. I just got a text from Gary about getting the Far Out Band together next month to play some tunes. It’s probably time to release another Live From the Fortress album. Since it’s unlikely we’ll play anywhere in public, this is the closest you’re gonna get to a live peformance, that’s if it even happens in the first place.
Good Day
My version of Beds Are Burning. (this is satire, but of course everyone will hate me for it)