I was just about to open up Photoshop to resize this picture which i assumed was distorted, then i realised it was an optical illusion caused by the sharp gradient of the shirt collars, and the hair shape of the guy second from the left. Bonus points go to the guy on the far left, who must have had his high school year book photo captioned ‘Most likely to be mistaken for a serial killer .. albeit one who seems to be insanely hung’.
Piss elegance comes to Tempe, with great joy i noticed that ‘Harry’s cafe de wheels’ has opened an outlet in this formerly dowdy suburb, it’s also located on the road i use to get home. Harry’s specialises in ‘Pies’, and his vege pie with mashed pea’s and gravey float is just beyond delish, i’m feverishly masticating at the mere thought of it. The cool thing is they have really done over the location, it used to house a fetid and skanky fast food outlet, the most nourishing thing about that place was the giant fibreglass, neon lit hotdog that used to sit on the roof.
The solid frankfurter also used to house every bird within a ten kilometre radius, of course the birds used it as a repository to evacuate their feathery bowels. Over time the mountain of solidifying bird shit far exceeded the height of the plastinated onions and sourkraut, to somewhat form a turd monument to the Materhorn. You know .. i have to admit, there is a little corner of my heart that secretly misses the shit caked weiner.
At last, the manifestation of ‘Yoko Presley’, she’s been a long time .. ummmm, coming, but at last she’s here.
Once again the great man, and his great band paid us a visit, and as ever we were totally blown away by Brian and the band. On a personal note it’s such a gift to have Brian the soundtrack to so many great friendships, long may he run.
In the name of artistic completeness, and to help make the evening more tangible for those who were’nt fortunate enough to be at the concert, i have included a photo of the guy who collected my ticket .. if i close my eyes i can see us walking down the isle .. not of the concert venue however.
I dedicate this photo to the two or three people who will get the joke. 🙂
Whenever i visit Princess Stephanie at the Pink Palace Of Petersham i have to pass this Doctors surgery, it never fails to crack me up, it just looks so .. NQR, i’m not sure i’d want someone to cut me who has texta signs in their window.
A friend recently found this badge after a Lion’s Club Convention, he knew only one person would truely appreciate it, since he gifted it to me i’ve hardly taken it off.
I don’t like too much Americana seeping into our lives here in Aussie, but the one thing i do like is Halloween and it’s increasing popularity here, i love dress ups, i love a bit of fun, and so far this does not seem to be too ‘Ka-ching’ driven, you don’t have to buy anyone a present, just dress up and watch spooky movies, and that’s fine by me. Having American family now gives us another excuse to embrace this, and let’s face it, it’s all about the justification 🙂
As i drove over Tom Ugly’s bridge on Saturday night the moon had illuminated the water below, i don’t know what it is, but i feel most at home and safe around water, some of my earliest and truest spiritual moments came to me as a small child when i would spend literally hour after hour in the surf, swimming, body surfing and surf matting. Unlike my brother i never surfed on a board, it always seemed too aggresive. For me it was always feeling conected to the water, i have a vivid memory of floating out the back of the breakers, diving under the sets of waves and then floating on my (Merrin) surf mat, and i honestly felt high, elevated. And so it was driving across the bridge on saturday, dreaming of running my hands across the water, that i realised i need to spend more time in and around water this coming summer, just to be near to it. I wish i could find the quote from JFK, but in a speech he mentioned how the human body has the same equal ratio of liquid and salt as the ocean does, not sure if that’s true but it sounds cool to me. I must write it down somewhere that when my physical body stops, i’d really like my ashes sprinkled in the ocean, such is my sense of connection with the sea.
A cold, rainy (read pissing down) night was spent in Darlinghurst celebrating Aunt Viv’s birthday, my plans of a feast at Govina’s went south with the rainy wind when we discovered they no longer opened on Tuesday nights, so after shaking a shitlisting fist in the general direction of the closed establishment, we bundled up our inverting umbrella’s and settled in for a Thai feast fit for a celebrating Viv. It’s amazing the cross over vibe between Darlinghurst and Kings Cross, you can feel the world change in a few short footsteps.
Not many people know, but in his younger days commander Urko actually went through quite a sensitive folk balladeer phase, this was of course before he became a homicidal, human hating psychopath. I always thought folk music had the power to bring that out in people.
Many years ago a friend of mine thought he’d have a shot at pop stardom, sadly for the world of performance art he was a one shot wonder. With thoughts of Marcia Hines, Marty Rhone and Noosha Fox swirling in his brain, Beryl laid down this toe tapping tune. Some people are so well known, so famous, and so iconic that they only need one name, ie Diana, Ringo, Prince, Elvis and of course our very own “Beryl”.
This foray into the world of pop superstardom was accompanied by a few select personal appearances, mostly back yards. However one memorable, crowd shredding performance at Burwood Westfield is still talked about in hushed tones by the locals. Then again, why would they want to speak aloud of Beryl appearing on the round stage opposite Priceline, dressed in a long black lace frock, collection of Jaxie wipes, prods and wands in her gnarled hands, only to drop to the ground and proceed to do an improvised cossack dance that had those in the front rows scratching at there eyes with cutlery, dry retching in shocked emotion, and in one mans case self immolation (lets just say Sharon Stone has been known to wear panties more frequently than Beryl).
A big shout out must go to supreme mix master and sound engineer “DJ KOOZ”, much like Britney without Kevin, or Whitney without Bobby, Beryl would be nothing without the mastery of this aural genius.
It’s time to break out the glow sticks, dig the amyl out of the freezer, slip on a pair a teste and/or camel toe enhancing skin tight satin disco pants, and click on the following highlighted link to be taken to Beryl’s very own Xanadu “Still In Motion“
Call me old fashioned, or just call me old .. i don’t care, but i’m honestly trying to think of three hot male stars of today who will still be looked upon with awe in fifty years time, like these guys are today.
