Tammy's Turns

I dedicate this photo to the two or three people who will get the joke. 🙂

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.

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“