Category Archives: Music

Champion Jack Dupree with King Curtis at the Montreaux Jazz festival in 1971

Now that I’ve figured how to embed videos into a WordPress blog that’s not on their server, I will be posting videos of some of my favourite music.

Today’s video is of Champion Jack Dupree with King Curtis at the Montreaux Jazz festival in 1971 and it is without a doubt in my mind the greatest live blues I’ve ever come into contact with. I remember when I first heard Blues at Montreux back in 1980 I was so totally blown away. I felt that I had found some music that actually seemed to epitomise the best of what blues has to offer. Enjoy.

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Rainbow lorikeet (Trichoglossus haematodus)

I was having breakfast in my backyard as usual this morning when the lorikeet in the photo landed in the ficifolia (red flowering gum) about 3 metres (3 yards) away.

two more reasons to be cheerful

Over the last few years my wife and I have landscaped our backyard from a sterile and sun-baked wasteland of lawn into a beautiful oasis of colour and calm. I have my breakfast outside nearly everyday and my wife and I eat outside about two or three times a week throughout most of the year. Even in the cooler weather we light up the chiminea and sit out and enjoy the enviroment we have created for ourselves.

Recently I’ve been counting my blessings (doing the old “be here now” thing) and I feel that I’ve got it made. I’ve got a lovely wife; a great circle of friends; a nice little house that’s nearly paid off; my freedom and I live in a prosporous stable country. I think that the mood of Jamiroquai song “Corner of the earth” from the album “A Funk Odysseybest describes how I feel when I’m blissed-out about such things.

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I’ve also been thinking about Epicurus lately and how what he has to say has so much relevance to my life. He is quoted as saying ” It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly (agreeing ‘neither to harm nor be harmed’). And it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life.”

Epicurus promoted ethical reciprocity (treat others as you would like to be treated) 300 years before Christianity appeared and started to claim credit for such a concept. He also came up with a very useful little list (for this confusing consumerist, status driven, hero worshipping world we live in) of what is necessary

  • Freedom
  • A life free of pain
  • Shelter
  • Friends
  • Food

unnecessary but nice

  • A big house
  • Meat every day
  • Wealth

and what is totally unnecessary

  • Power
  • Fame

If you’d like to know a little more about Epicurus and a few other philosophers I like to recommend the following book by Alain de Botton, The Consolations of Philosophy

Easter long weekend at Tallong. NSW, Australia

Over the Easter long weekend my wife and I with our friend Peter went down to my in-law’s holiday home at Tallong (it’s about a two and a half hour drive south of Sydney).

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It’s a beautiful house on a hundred acres of mostly wild bushland over looking the cliffs that run along the Shoalhaven river. It’s quite the view in the morning. My in-laws even have a spotting scope set up at the window for watching the kangaroos and wallabies that often come by to graze.

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On Saturday we went to Canberra to the folk festival and had a good time checking out the various acts and the people that they attract. 

even hippies are facinated with mobile phones

Although the folk festival has many traditional activities such as morris dancing and fiddling workshops there quite a few acts that are taking folk music into new territory.  

A young sacrifice for the maypole

The best acts I saw were the very entertaining Wheeze and Suck Band (check out the amazing song “The Flash Lad” on their website), Skirl and the very talented Spooky Men’s Chorale (good crazy fun). 

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On Sunday we intended to fly our kite but there wasn’t enough wind so we tried out our new water propelled rocket.

Engogirl with rocket

The pump that came with the rocket was a little too small and fragile to give what we thought was enough pressure so we hooked it up to an air compressor. 

Peter gives the rocket a bit more gas

Much faster. Much better!

The last couple of days have been busy

I haven’t posted anything on my blog for the last couple of days, as I’ve been busy with a few things.

On Wednesday I had a bit of running around to do for my upcoming overseas trip to Malaysia and Vietnam. Vietnam requires a visa so I had to get photos taken and then I had to go the Vietnamese consulate (I could’ve done it all by post but I feel uncomfortable about posting passports), which is about hour’s drive across town.

What is it with consulates? The staff at those places always seem to be rude. I don’t just mean only the Vietnamese. I’ve seen the staff at the Australian consulate in Toronto Canada be so incredibly rude to people applying for visas to Australia that it made me feel ashamed to be Australian.

I’d say I’m a connoisseur of the little tin gods who sit behind the plate glass in the consulates and embassies of many parts of the world.

I’ve had immigration in Cambodia mess me around, hint at bribes and then try and get me to go to government offices on public holidays, only to delay me for a total of two weeks. I’ve had the Japanese consulate in Korea refuse to give me another visa to Japan because I already had a multiple entry visa that was valid for one more day! I explained, very calmly and politely (Rule number one: Don’t flip out in foreign consulates or embassies as I’m sure it just makes their day) that it would be good to go to Japan for one day only and then I’d have to leave the next day because it had expired and then come back again. It just didn’t make sense, but I could see they were enjoying messing me around. It’s the oxygen that they breathe.

The granddaddy of them all is when I crossed from the Spanish enclave of Ceuta into Morocco in 1982. At the border there was a little building that looked a bit like a pillar-box with a little open window in it. Around this little building, and I’m not exaggerating, was a mob of about two hundred people shouting and waving their passports. At first I couldn’t figure out what was going on so I watched the proceeding for a while. People were putting some money (I can’t remember how much) into their passports and throwing them over the crowd into the pillar-box. While this was going on, passports were being throw back out into the crowd and people were scrambling and then fighting to get back what they thought might be their passport. It was truly bedlam. The fact that one had already paid for a visa didn’t matter. The deal was; that to get over the border one had to go through the very disconcerting toss the passport with money through the window and then fight a mob to get it back, weirdness.

I guess by that standard the Vietnamese consulate wasn’t so bad. I was the only person in the consulate and the two staff members had a ten-minute convivial chat to their courier friend while I waited. Finally when the courier left, I presented my paperwork to have it snatched out of my hand and then, without so much as a hello, I had “hundred and forty dollar” spat at me. One would figure that $140AUD ($118 US or 87EUR) for two visas (one each for my wife and I) would at least also get me, one hello; one please and one thank you. For a moment I thought to myself that maybe they were still pissed off at Australia and our participation with America in the Vietnam war, but then I remembered that on the Vietnamese Embassy website there is written on the home page the following “The launch of this website is aimed at further promoting understanding and friendship between the people of Vietnam and Australia.” I don’t think the staff have seen their website.

Since I had to drive across town I thought it would be good to catch up with Joseph, an old friend that I went to Art College with, back in the late eighties. We studied photography together for four years. Joseph is a very creative guy with his own design business and he’s always learning something new. Over the last five or six years he has taught himself how to play the guitar and plays in a band (L.I.P.P.). Recently Joseph has also mastered flash and you can see his work and listen to some of his music on his website.

Joseph lives near Leichhardt, an Italian area of town.  Leichhardt is not Italian in the modern cool sort of sense, even if many of the buildings have had face-lifts. Italians who came to Australia in the 1950s people Leichhardt and the Italian culture they exhibit is one that modern Italian visitors find rustically old fashioned. Norton Street is the restaurant lined main street of Leichhardt and at the bottom of Norton is the “Bar Italia” which is almost an institution.  Bar Italia serves very cheap pasta meals and probably the best gelato in Sydney. It’s not the prettiest restaurant, especially if one compares it to the new ones that seem to be popping up all over Norton Street and the staff is only vaguely aware of the concept of service. As a matter of fact, don’t even dare to ask for skim milk in your cappuccino, never mind soy; but you will get a real coffee. Not like that Starbucks muck!

Joseph

 At the back of the restaurant is a shabby little enclosed patio that has ivy and bougainvillea growing on the walls. I just love the place and it’s a great place to go and meet with friends. It’s best not to go during the regular eating times, as it can get crowed and noisy. A lot of people bring their kids at dinnertime and for that reason my favorite time to visit is in the afternoon, after the lunch rush.

Today (Thursday) I went to my wife’s grandmother, (on her mother’s side) Beryl’s funeral. Beryl Derrick died in her sleep without warning on the 29th of May at the age of 92. The funeral was eight days after the death because my in-laws were in Italy when Beryl died. Both my Mother in-law’s parents have died when she was overseas.

Beryl Derrick

 One thing that can be said about Beryl is that she had a rich and full life. Both of Beryl’s children have been very successful in their own ways. Her son Ray Derrick invented the world’s first home theatre system (that’s right the first home entertainment video system with surround sound) that could decode the sound that was used in cinemas. Her Daughter, a statistician, had two over-achieving children, a son who won the University medal for being the top graduating student at his university and a daughter (my wife) who went special schools for the gifted and who now works as a senior engineer doing computational fluid dynamics.

Me marrying into such a family is nature’s way of bringing the gene pool back to the shallow end.

Edward Arteaga, composer. Vancouver, BC, Cananda

I’ve known Edward Arteaga from the early eighties when we both used to work in the theater, Ed as a lighting technician and I as a set builder.

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Ed composes modern music for orchestra and he regularly collaborates with choreographer Paula Ross.

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On a visit to Vancouver last year I got a chance to catch up with Ed and his family.

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Ed has always walked a different path to most other people and his house reflects that.

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