Thursday, 22 February 2018

Blowing Up The Pokies


On Friday evening I attended the Blow Up the Pokies rally at the Republic. Even though I consider myself to be a 'True Believer', the main attraction for me was the marvellous Tim Freedman, singer from The Whitlams. I am a huge Whitlams fan and already have tickets for their May Hobart gig. Needless to say I was really looking forward to hearing Tim play, however, I didn't expect that his music would make me so emotional that I would shed a tear or two.

The evening started with Rebecca White sharing a moving story about man who had had a gambling problem and the devastation that this caused him and his family. I am please to say that 5 years ago he kicked it the habit and is rebuilding his life without "guilt or regret". Tim Freedman then shared stories of friends that he knew that had problems with gambling. 

Tim then played "No Aphrodisiac", "You Sound Like Louis Burdett", and "Gough" possibly my three favourites. It was great but the audience wasn't that engaged and there was lots of loud talking and laughing. Then he played "Blow Up The Pokies".  An eerie hush came over the room as Tim sang the first verse. As he played the chorus the crowd spontaneously sang along "I wish I could tell you the right words, to make you feel better walk out of this place".  The singing was not loud and raucous but more hushed in muted plea to a higher power. After hearing the stories of hardship it was extremely moving and I found it impossible to stop a tear or two escaping.  Fingers crossed.

Monday, 19 February 2018

Gig Guide 20 Feb to 5 March


Each fortnight I will be posting any gigs that I think might be worth a look.  The list will be heavy on folk, blues, jazz, country, punk and singer/songwriters but will include the occasional surprise.  This is not a guide to everything that is going on in Hobart just the gigs that appeal to me.  It will be continually updated as the fortnight passes by.  I will also post gigs on my Patron of the Art Facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/michelleleecastle/

2 March - Maddy Jane - Unibar - $15
2 March - Ben Salter - Willie Smith - Free
2 March - Mike Noga - T-Bone Brewery - Free
2 March - Songbooks with Chris Coleman - The Republic - Free
2 March - Peter Hicks & the Blue Licks - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free
3 March - The Young Folk - The Founders Room, SAC - $25
3 March - Lotsa Folkpunk Bands - The Brisbane Hotel
4 March - Balding & Croft - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free
4 March - The Rhythm Factor - Cascade Gardens - Free

The Blonde and I are going on a road trip to Victoria from 2 March - 14 March to catch a couple of folk festivals.

3 March - Macedon Ranges Music Festival - $25
Featuring Mick Thomas, The Winter Gypsy, Wesley Fuller and many others


18 - 25 Feb Clarence Jazz Festival

22 Feb - Ben Salter - T-Bone Brewery - Free
23 Feb - The Patron Saints - The Duke - Free
23 Feb - Coyote Serenade - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free
23 Feb - Django's Tiger - Willie Smith - Free
24 Feb - Fred Pribac & Luke Plumb - Bright Eyes Cafe - Free
25 Feb - Billy & the Cats - Cascade Gardens - Free
25 Feb - Ross Smithard - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free

I am heading of to Devonport from 23 - 25 February and am looking to discover something new or see something old in a new venue.  These might be worth a look.

Devonport Trip
23 Feb - Stephanie Chitty & Jimmy Reece - Verona Italian Restaurant - Free
24 Feb - One 7 - Verona Italian Restaurant - Free
24 Feb - Matt & CJ - Molly Malones - Free
25 Feb - Forth Valley Blues Playoff Final - Forth - Free
25 Feb - Ben Salter - Mount Gnomon Farm, Penguin - $10




I Wish I Knew The Right Words


The Best Things in Life Are Free

Over the long weekend I saw a total of 7 different live acts for a grand total of zero dollars.
Tim and Scott at T-Bone Brewery with their marvellous harmonies.  Their cover of The Rolling Stones "You Can't Always Get What You Want" was brilliant.

After this gig I popped next door to The Homestead to see what musical goodies they were offered on that Friday night.  Playing was a bearded singer called Ryan Garth accompanied by one of Hobart's best violinist, Hannah Morrell (The Dead Maggies).  He was playing celtic folk punk in the style of one of my favourite bands, Flogging Molly. He was quite raw but very good and I am looking forward to seeing him play in the future.  He did great originals including a song called "It's Only Tuesday I'm Bleeding".


Next up, The Dominic Francis Grief Ensemble. They tend to play original jaunty songs about terrible things. genocide, infant mortality.  My favourite is "Baby in a Box".  In my opinion you can't really go wrong if you have a Squeezebox in your band.

I then wandered up to The Republic to catch the sublimely talents Chris Coleman and his latest project The Songbooks.  This band plays songs exclusively from the collection of songs featured in  'The Great Australian Songbook'.  They usually have a guest singer and this time it way Crystal Sky.  Some of the songs were brilliantly successful like Tina Arena's "Burn for You", others not so much.  Band member Susannah Coleman-Brown was particularly good, there is something about a girl playing bass, and will be the feature singer at their next gig at the Republic in March.


The second set was with out Crystal and Chris did a get version of The Triffids song "Wide Open Road".  Since the first time I Chris play last year I have been nagging him to play The Church's "Under the Milky Way" and on this night he played it and dedicated it to me.  I must now truly be a Patron of the Arts, or maybe a stalker, its not quite clear.  As great as this gig was I found myself wanted to hear Chris' original songs, especially "Dandelion Flower".


On Saturday, His Grumpiness and I went to see Voicestrings with features the banjo playing of Montz Matsumoto.  It was pouring rain  and I had a Pagan cherry cider and His Grumpiness had a McHenry's whisky.  Local booze and great bluegrass/Appalachian style tunes with three part harmonies right on the Hobart waterfront.  What more could you want on a long weekend in this southern city?

On Sunday I went with His Grumpiness and his mum to the Devil Sessions at TMAG.  This included live music interspersed with talks from scientist about the Tasmania Devil.  I din't know that the little creatures were quite so amazing.  I hope that the museums considers some winter sessions.


On Monday The Blonde and her daughter The Pink Thing, Doozer, His Grumpiness and I went to Lark Distillery to experience the pop-up Forty Spotted Gin Garden.  It was a real Hobart jacket on/jacket off day but in the sheltered garden we heartily enjoyed lovely gin cocktails that were on offer along side some brilliant whiskys.  Live music was provided by Matt Doyle. He was really good and set just the right mood for the relaxed afternoon catchup with friends.  The highlight was a brilliant bluesy version of AC/DCs "You Shook Me All Night Long".  He was also kind enough to let us know when there was only four songs to go because in his opinion "It can be scary not knowing how long an act is going to last".  I hoped that the afternoon would go on forever.


Valentines' Day with a Musical Magician


His Grumpiness and I went along to the Theatre Royal to see the marvelously talented Ben Folds.  Being Valentines' Day we planned a romantic dinner beforehand.  The fickle Hobart weather and appalling traffic put paid to that so we decided that we would have a bit to eat before going straight to the theatre.  It would still be pretty romantic right?  A trip to the theatre with my love, what could go wrong in the romance stakes.  A lot if you have two slices of the most garlicy garlic pizza you have ever seen, or rather smelt.  His Grumpiness strikes again!  Apologies to the people who had to sit in front and next to us.  I don't think we will be giving St Valentines' Day a go again.

The warmup up act was the singer/songwriter Lucy Rose.  She was great.  Funny and talented.  Before her song "Best of Days" she told a story about a dedicated fan who travelled half way acress the world and braved UK immigration control just to hear her play.  She said, "If your music matters to one person then it's worth continuing with."  So true.

Ben Folds songs don't just tell you about a feeling or a point in time but they take you on a journey.  His music gifts ooze from every pore and you get the feeling that you are just hanging out in his lounge room whilst he tinkers with a few songs that he is working on.  Highlights from the first set were "The B*tch Went Nuts" from the fake version of the album Way to Nothing.  He had the audience sing three piece harmonies which was fabulous in the Theatre Royal.

Set two and the audience was asked to write their request on a piece of paper, turn that paper into a plane and throw it on to the stage.  Much fun even if I did nearly loose my head to a wayward plane.  Ben then selected ten planes and played those songs

It was a good night.  His grumpiness comment that if Ben Folds was relying on him to make a living then Ben would stave but then His Grumpiness can't tell the difference between Acker Bilk and Tijuana brass.

Blowing Up The Pokies

On Friday evening I attended a political rally.  I am a card carrying member of the ALP but the main attraction for me was the marvellous Tim Freedman, singer from The Whitlams.  I am a huge Whitlams fan and already have tickets for their May Hobart gig.  Needless to say I was really looking forward to hearing Tim play, however, I didn't expect that his music would make me so emotional that I would shed a tear or two.

The evening started with Rebecca White sharing a moving story about man who had had a gambling problem and the devastation that this caused him and his family.  I am please to say that 5 years ago he kicked it the habit and is rebuilding his life. Tim Freedman then shared stories of friends that he knew that had problems with gambling.  Then he played "No Aphrodisiac", "Louis Burdett", and "Gough" possibly my three favourites.  It was great but the audience wasn't that engaged and there was lots of loud talking and laughing.  The he played "Blow Up The Pokies".  The room went silent as Tim sang the first verse.  As he played the chorus the crowd spontaneously all sang along "I wish I could you the right words, to make you feel better walk out of this place", not loud raucous singing but more a muted plea to a higher power.  After hearing the stories of hardship it was extremely moving and I found it impossible to stop a tear or two escaping.


After that anything was going to be a bit of a come down so I walked from The Republic in North Hobart to Irish Murphys in Salamanca to catch with The Blonde an see one of our favourite cover bands, The Singles Bar.  The walk was just amazing.  Live music seemed to be coming out of every other doorway I walked past.  The invigoration of Midtown (between North  Hobart and the city mall) with lots of little bars catering of all tastes side-by-side with fabulous Asian eateries is something to behold.  I walked though Franklin Square where people were dancing to a Blues Band at the regular summer Street Eats Franko.  Then past The Music Bar and Watermans.  What an atmosphere.  No need for pokies in those joints.  The Singles Bar never let you down.  You can't help but smile at their white suits, blowup banana and neon flamingos.  The Blonde describes their repertoire as 'cool Countdown songs'.  It is impossible not to dance when they play.

Note to security at venues.  Please do more to protect your patrons - especially female patrons from very drunk male patrons.  Once again I witnesses a couple of girls dealing with unwanted drunken attention from a couple of bloke.  After putting up with a couple intrusions which they handled it in a dignified way they were left feeling on edge wondering whether it would be end of it.  Security nowhere in sight.  With some difficulty I found security outside chatting to a group of girls.  Lift your game people!!


It was going to be difficult to top that Friday night but The Blonde and I were going to give it a crack.  We travel to Riversdale just North of Swansea on the East Coast to see Halfway to Forth, brothers Kyle and Dane Lizotte.  Relaxing with a BBQ chicken roll and Splendid Summer Cup Gin at this event hosted by the marvellous Ange Boxall musician and true Patron of the Arts on a breezy but sunny afternoon was nothing short of idyllic. There was brilliant original music, kids eating apples straight from the tree, a sausage dog wandering around and stealing the show and black cockatoo flying over.  To steal from one of Halfway to Forth's brilliant songs, 'it's a perfect day'.


To wrap up the weekend His grumpiness and I went to see the Hobart playoffs for the upcoming Forth Valley Blues Festival.  You've never seen a collection of jackets, hats and vest quite like it.  The maroon velour jacket with the black lapels was possibly my favourite.   Early on The Patron Saints established themselves as the band to beat with great mix of covers and originals.  There last song, Muddy Waters "Got My Mojo Working"  had the whole bar tapping their feet.  The next act were so loud that they literally hurt my eardrums.

We were unable to stay inside the venue and not risk damage to our hearing so we headed to the Wrest Point Casino's Birdcage Bar to Andrea Soler and James Ross play to a tiny audience.  They were excellent and I am sad that this was their last Tasmanian gig.  I will be keeping an eye out for their return.

Phew.  What a couple of weeks.  Tears, laughs, adventure, new and old friends.  I can't wait for the next fortnight.  I am heading to Devonport with His Grumpiness next weekend and hope to find a hidden gem at the other end of the state.  Then The Blonde and I are heading to Victoria on a Road Trip to attend a couple of music festival.  It's going to be huge!!!

A couple of Vandemonian Lags on a Festy Road Trip.  Bring it on!!!!

Tuesday, 6 February 2018

Gig Guide 6 Feb to 19 Feb


Each fortnight I will be posting any gigs that I think might be worth a look.  The list will be heavy on folk, blues, jazz, singer/songwriters but will include the occasional surprise.  This is not a guide to everything that is going on in Hobart just the gigs that appeal to me.  It will be continually updated as the fortnight passes by.  I will also post gigs on my Patron of the Art Facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/michelleleecastle/

18 to 25 Feb - Clarence Jazz Festival

8 to 11 Feb - Party in the Paddock - White Hills - $205 (Sold Out)
9 to 12 Feb - Forty Spotted Gin Garden - Lark Distillery - Free
9 Feb - The Songbooks featuring Crystal Sky - The Republic - Free
9 Feb - Blues Brothers Revival - Street Eats Franko - Free
9 Feb - Ross Sermons Band - Brighteyes Cafe - Free
9 Feb - Tim & Scott - T-Bone Brewery - Free
9 Feb - Bridget Pross - Hope & Anchor - Free
9 Feb - The Dominic Grief Ensemble - The Homstead - Free
10 Feb - Voicestrings - Brighteyes Cafe - Free
10 Feb - The Necks - MONA - $45
11 Feb - The Flow - Salty Dog - Free
11 Feb - Grigoryan Brothers - MONA - $45
11 Feb - Kat Edwards/Smoke & Mirrors - Devil Sessions TMAG - Free
11 Feb - Dave Sikk Quartet - Cascade Gardens - Free

13 & 14 Feb - Ben Folds - Theatre Royal - $89
16 Feb - Dean Haitani - Willie Smith Apple Shed - Free
16 Feb - Lonely Bay - Twilight Market, Sandy Bay - Free
16 Feb - Blow Up the Pokies Forum fea. Tim Freedman - Republic - $15
16 Feb - Billy Warner/Mumbo Gumbo - Street Eats Franko - Free
16 Feb - Djangos Tiger - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free
16 Feb - The Singles Bar - Irish Murphy's - Free
17 Feb - Halfway to Forth - Riversdale, Swansea - $20
17 Feb - Vapaa - Quartermasters Arms - Free
18 Feb - Mangus/Billy Whitton & Jamie Taylor - Devil Sessions TMAG - Free
18 Feb - Presidential Suite - Cascade Gardens - Free
18 Feb - Ross Sermons - Bright Eyes Espresso - Free
18 Feb - Tim & Scott - Wrest Point Casino - Free

18 Feb - Andrea Soler & James Ross - Birdcage Bar - Free

Nemesis Defeated


A new year and a whole new set of artists to see and adventures to be had.  After such a wonderful year in 2017 I am picking up the cudgel again to take on my Nemesis, my comfy couch and flat screen TV.  There is nothing wrong with staying at home and enjoying a good Netflix binge, in fact, I intend to do plenty of that in 2018 but there are so many fabulous artists and musicians out there that will expand your horizons and make your heart sing.

My first post-Christmas/New Year gig was a Tuesday night trip to The Republic with The Blonde to see Danny Widdicombe.  Let me tell you, it was worth the trip out.  Danny is a member of one of our very favourites, The Wilson Pickers (their new live album is fab).  He was ably supported on stage by Luke Moller on fiddle.  Luke has played with the likes of Carrie Underwood, The McClymonts and Kasey Chambers.  Talented and fun.

They played for over three hours with only a little break late in the evening.  The audience interaction was the highlight, lots of laughs and good times.  The set list was brilliant The Beatles' "Rocky Raccoon", Dylan, Cash, Hendrix.  The highlight was a slow version of  the Wilson Pickers "Shake it Down" which was excellent.  I was sad when the music stopped but the boys hung around and had a chat and a drink with us.  Tip for the evening - don't do Tequila shots.

On Friday night, The Blonde, our friend, Doozer, and I went to T-Bone Brewery to see Bridget Pross.  She mostly plays covers with the occasional original.  I would like to see her undertake more originals as they are really good.  Her performances are always fun and she is always up for requests from the audience. He sets feature songs by Pink, Chris Isaak, Crowded House, Roberta Flack.  This particular night she did a great version Cheap Trick's "The flame."



I have discovered a new live music venue.  Bright Eyes Cafe, on the sunny end Brooke Street Pier, has started regular spots for local blues artists.  On Saturday afternoon, His Grumpiness and I went to see The Patron Saints.  I have see The Patron Saints a number of times over the past 12 months and they are easily the most improved band I have seen.  They were pretty good before but now they have the banter down pat and the music is tight.  They play tradition blues from 1950s featuring Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, etc. The walking bass and groovy harmonica encourages swing dancers to attend their gigs and get their groove on which adds to the atmosphere.  The Patron Saints' version of "Baby Please Don't Go was particularly cool and I love their version of  Howling wolf's "Little Red Rooster". My favourite song of that they play is "Cal'donia", well it was until I heard their new original songs.  "You Ain't Talking to Me" with its cool bass-line which winds up as the song goes on and "Looking for a Change" which is very smooth and perfect with a drink of your favourite warming spirit.  I am looking forward to see where this band goes from here.


The best gig for the fortnight was Andrea Soler and James Ross at The Republic on Thursday night.  I had had a big day at work, the cricket was on the box and His Grumpiness was in a rare good mood.  I really wanted to stay at home.  But I was brave and stabbed my Nemesis through the guts.  I will go out for adventures (well I might go for 45 mins and catch the second set).

I walk in and a hip young chick was singing a Lily Allen tune.  After this song she took a break and the fabulous James Ross played a short solo set that included Eric Clapton's "Before You Accuse Me", Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" and Jim Croce's "Time in a Bottle".   Andrea rejoined and they played a great original song which built into jamming and then call and response audience participation. Then another fabulous original "Earth on an Axis" which is the title track from he album.  End of set.  Hahahaha Nemesis I have you now.  I'm staying for another set!!!

A fellow called Sam, known to the artists, joined James for the first song singing Chris Isaak's "I Want to Fall in Love" which was pretty good.  James then played a song by NZ band Katchafire.  Then it got good - the sound system died.  No matter, Andrea and James sat on the edge of the stage and went acoustic.  It was intimate, fun and utterly fantastic.  We had a singalong with songs such as Men at Work's "Downunder" and Amy Winehouse's "Valerie" throw in some Marley and a fabulous original called "Clandestino".  I hung around to have a chat with both James and Andrea and they are good people.  They even invited me to a semi private gig they were playing Neil Murray.  Was I interested, was I heck!


On Friday night I went to the Red Velvet Lounge in Cygnet to see Neil Murray.  This man is an extraordinary storyteller and songwriter.  His song, Jailanguru Pakarnu (Out from Jail) has been included in the National Film and Sound Archives as the first rock song to be recorded and released in Aboriginal language (Luritja).  Most famously he is the composer of the Australian classic "My Island Home".

Neil's songs have a real connection to country that make you want to go out and lie in the long grass and watch the clouds.  My favourite songs were "Burrumbeep Hill" and "Good Light in Broome".  I didn't want the gig to end. He'd sing a soft song and I just wanted to hear more ballads until he played a fast one the I just wanted to hear fast bluesy songs.  In the end the audience were dancing and much fun was had by all.

On Sunday, The Blonde and I went to see Mental as Anything.  I was really looking forward to this gig as I love their music and having seen them before I knew we were in for a treat.   I hardly ever have a negative experience when I go to gigs, however, I am a grumpy old woman and I do not like pushy crowds.  I like space to dance.  The venue had oversold the gig and we couldn't see the stage.  I don't mean the bloke in front of me was too tall.  We couldn't see because there were walls in the way.  Unless we wanted to push past dozens of punters who were already squeezed into a too small space that was really hot from the afternoon sun we had to be content to listening only.  The security was also a little dodgy so we decided that whilst the two songs that we had heard were fantastic.  As good as the Mentals sounded I could have the same experience by playing their CD at home.


All this made us feel very grumpy and stressed so went in search of music to sooth the soul.  We went to The Waterside Hotel to see Tim and Scott play.  To our great pleasure they were playing with a special guest on drums, Chris Coleman.  Sitting in the sun next to the river enjoying a quiet drink and some tunes was glorious.  Tim, Scott & Chris's music is fun and groovy, the best way to kill stress.  That is how a gig should be.

Monday, 5 February 2018

Live Act 200



a life changing experience to see 200 live acts. finish up with Boil up. what's the time Mr wolf is particularly good. brass conga line to the beer garden to bring in the new year.

Post-Christmas Shenanigans



montz matsumoto.  bushranger Australian style banjo playing.
roll in my sweet babies arms
Japanese number, land of Navajo catfish John
the hipster place across the road had a line the youngsters migrated across  but didn't really have an appreciation for quality banjo
may the circle be unbroken redemption song with banjo is something to behold
ashokan farewell road to distanvara
Woody Guthrie
Tony trishka

brisbane hotel Punk Rock girl trio.  the blonde got to get your bris legs
bass and lead singer with great legs.  their song This Town was particularly good.

tim and Scott at Post Street Social. On hobart wharf during Sydney to Hobart Taste of Tasmania random boaw boaws between songs from Music Girl.  teaching her about Tasmanian whisky . Simon and Garfunkel.bubbles blowing across from the neighbouring table.  now I'm a patron of the arts. the acts talk to me in the break. request for Tiny Dancer

Bad dad orchestra lots of dancing great horn section.  great song dedicated to Liam Pennicott from Guthrie.  Pete Cornelius. mercy singlets have norm from life be in it.  random drunken women dancing on stage just awkward.

4 letter fish.  psychedelic music from 60s and 70s Britain.  not really my thing.  many floral shirted 50 plus year old men.  with reading glasses hanging off the neck of their shirts. weird dancing hung weed was at last nights gig musically quite good but not my thing.  maybe I hadn't drunk enough or had enough drugs taxman with the taxman. I never liked Pink Floyd. except two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year. I hate Neil Young.

Nothin but a Glam Time.  Irish Murphy's.  A few in long wigs, animal print tights and head bands. Guns n Roses singlets abound.  Featured a wing machine (fan) to blow back those long lock.  Beautiful in its ridiculousness. Chloe interacted with the locals through the medium of Daryl Braithwaite  whitesnake poison def leppard pour some sugar on me, David Lee Roth. Bon Jovi. of course sweet child o mine hair in the mouth when your trying to sing. I'd forgotten how much I love Van Halen.unskinny bop.

Jonathan Warwarek at TBone. Great version Forever Now. Enough to make you cry. Dumb Things.  His interpretation of songs is a little different and makes you think about classics in a different way. Take it Easy. it's too late Carole King. harmonica.  lover lover you don't treat me no good no more.

   

Pre-Christmas Shenanigans


Chris Coleman tbone opened with angels am I ever going to see your face again. gobetweens and kylie jed Appleton song. his originals are beautiful. Dandilion Flower is my favouite. divinyls I touch myself
who's gonna make the gravy.

Bridget Pross at T Bone best female singer of the year. patsy Kline landslide Fleetwood Mac Chris issak
Johnny cash burning ring of fire there may have been dancing I just called to say I love you.jolene the flame cheap trick Bee Gees and Steve Poltz
John Lennon introduced me to Paloma Faith finished with Dolly

lagoon hill zydeco. one fellow was playing his tie, washboard style, squeeze box, double bass rocking good time. roadhouse blues the doors, Folsom prison blues.

Christmas Eve. triangles in heat. 
young man with stuffy hair and a lovely friendly innocent voice. a beautiful song about family. made you want to care for him. at the end of his set he grabbed his skateboard and rode of into the freshly dark evening. had to get home so Santa could come presumably.

Seth Henderson. harmonica. some good some less successful guitar unnecessarily heavy seemed unfinished and experimental.

jed Appleton excellent. brilliant songwriter and storyteller. great performer. you really get that he is living the song not just singing it. one of his songs drifted into I'm feeling good. that is proper use of heavy guitar

triangles in heat great songs fantastic performance didn't like the stage interlopers and too much treble on the mic but brilliant. high quality at home on any modern radio station


Tennyson King


Tennyson king at the Republic. Canadian. get mellow music for a pre-Christmas mid week session. Chris Isaak I want to fall in love. should have been a bigger crowd for such a quality artist. beautiful sound from his guitar. if I knew anything about guitars I couldn't tell you which brand. it was pretty. soulful tunes sitting on the dock of the bay.take a walk on the wild side

I hate it when half the people in the bar have no interest in the music and try to celebrate over the top.

got a drunkard chucked out

another terrible day in the world pedestrians mown down by a car in Melbourne. rohinga people persecuted. we have a responsibility to enjoy what we have and commit to changing the little in our own way.

I don't know where I'm going but I know that I'm right here. various paths we take live in the moment

Carols & Baker Boys


carols are Shit. need more booze and fewer terrible singers

Baker boys at Prince of Wales. bass keyboard drums singer, drummer was particularly good. Fleetwood Mac Dreams. killing me softly. fever, I'm so in love with you. smooth operator

watching ashes cricket as the Aussie took the poms apart, again. burnt after a day of football, toothache which was making my throat hurt

The Musiq Gardens


Dylan Eynon at The Musiq Gardens by Kick-start Arts. courtyard with beanbags food and drink. live painter Tarik Abou. interacting with kids encouraging them to draw and paint and talking to them about materials and media.
Ajax Cocktail Party. Jazz fusion band.

Ben & Spiral Stairs


Ben at Republic. inspirational. perfect vocals as always. I despair that I may never hear Derwent River Live again. opportunities great version.

Spiral Stairs. not expecting much. seems to be too cool for me., a man in horizontal stripes that one might want to get to know a little better
a touch of Paul Kelly with a little Pink Floyd Australian crawl without James Reyne. maybe with a touch of blues. Angel Eyes. song about south east Queensland Dave Graney

Big Australian Made Night


Karly Fisher. sweet soft covers. good version of scar. bang bang London still
noone in the bar was paying much attention and I was a little jealous. I want to play and practise playing in a venue where no-one much cares but the occasional applause is a bonus

tim rozemulder. a favourite. like a blanky on a cool rainy summer evening

I have a blister on my finger from practising. I don't think I'll ever be good enough but now I look for tricks and tips. set list ideas. guitar techniques. tim is as professional as they come. fittingly sang four seasons in one day.

lots of people in but not interested in music. very loud. I liked it when I was the only one.

tim at tbone. supertramp really good. original great. if you don't like it I don't really give a shit. heavy heart by you am I.

much much fun

Australian Made radiators inxs angels dragon hunterscand collectors. dancing into the weekend hours



A Gift from Canada


tash and Emma. asalato African instrument. sweet harmonies original songs. a couple of rippers. Don't Forget Monday.

East Pointers. trio on various stringed instruments. extraordinary harmonies. started acapella
song from new album two weeks brilliant

fiddle festival on pei.

impossible to sit still. my heart wanted to jump with joy. felt like I would explode so I had to dance

whooping with joy

shipwreck song wallace

brilliant cover of Bowie's heroes

African Percussion


unseasonably hot last day of spring. African percussion at the Tah. room jam packed and hot. raspberry and lemonade and ginger beer. music at its most joyful and primal. who hasn't played drums on the kitchen table or on the steering wheel.
the whole room was given drums and other percussion items
dancing later inspired by one of the band members
a real mixed audience in terms of race, age, gender

Lloyd Spiegel



cc thornley and Alexander Frank
I liked them banjo and cello. somwbptjers thought it'd was true folk

quick fingers Beautiful blues lively tasmanian backwood guitar if I liked you when I met you I'd be out of jail by now. bloke from Sydney who spends squillions on guitar. Tommy didn't want you

Chisel


Dallas crane tribute to Malcolm Young whole Lotta. wrest point lawn on a 32 degree day. impossibly clear and blue slight breeze just to keep it pleasant. just a sense of passing time before the big show

Ian Moss great. sound was dodgy. sax in my baby was great and evoked an emotional response Flame trees was amazing. when the war is over

Ben and an Old Punk Rocker



The first warm up band was truly terrible.  Out of tune and not in a good way, imagine a quirky drunk girl and druggy guy at a party and you gave them a set of drums.  The poetry was equally questionable.

The, however, next band was quite good. liked the white boiler Pete Townshend style drummer and percussionist. Malcolm young tribute

I had never heard Ben with a band. sad was a great addition especially in west end girls. good but I prefer him more acoustic in the middle of the set did a few beautiful numbers including his new where corals lie the cat groovy version girl with bikini top and rolled down shorts still able to store her phone in her undies

Ben is a magnificent lyricist

dead Maggies decent show. sound guy was ordinary their showmanship has improved.  finished with Billy hunt and Jorgen Jorgensen

Glen matlock of sex pistols
punks not dead. blues and rockabilly. Iggy pop song, sex pistols songs. still fit if not a little grumpy but that's the way I like them. great guitarist with black eye makeup, tatts and a tartan tie. bass player who couldn't give a fig but long haired eye candy for the girls. drummer didn't look old enough to be out on a sunday night. i don't like punk audiences.

New Discovery


tbone Christopher Coleman. good but no-one applauded. I was where he couldn't See Me but he sensed mecwatching and smiling looked at me and returned my grin. music was sweet and folksy questionable moustache presumably for movember. chris must have recognised me as a patron of the arts as he introduced himself to me after his first set. I had been keeping myself for a day good night at the homestead but I just popped next door to see what was happening. Here I saw a young man pouring out his heart to a room that wasn't listening. This was an unexpected bonus for the evening you never know where you might find that connection to another person through the arts. second set switched to electric guitar and standing
any song from the great Australian songbook
turned the audience with a Brittany Spears song. hit me baby one more time. fun is just as important as good. I get by with a little help from my friends. Friday on my mind. heavy heart you am i when I first met your ma interesting version of Four Seasons in one Day caravan window

Chupacabra don't for asylum seekers let them stay. star wars song padre

first without bicket Reuben reeves it's not every day you get stabbed in the eye by a blue Mohawk don't stand behind

ska with accordion baritone sad. rap not as good

The Stems


80s band The Stems at The Brisbane

floral shirt and inadvisable sideburn length

whole album gap in playing side 2
can't turn the clock back

high fidelity. there are a lot of rules

I'm sure I saw a pair of adidas romes

I want to make you mine two different times in myne song that morphed into baby please don't go by Van Morrison

Montz on Melbourne Cup Day


On Melbourne Cup Day I went to The Republic to see Montz Matsumoto, a Japanese-born banjo player Japan living in Nichols Rivulet.

kimono thongs and socks

started with instrumental

bluegrass rolling in my sweet baby's arms

perfect for a Tuesday night. if only I was on the couch in my Pjs . maybe the previous weekend was kicking in. mellow and melancholic.

wide island new album. song about Hiroshima

soothing and reparations especially spiritually

original song in Japanese about Persimmon very beautiful

would have liked to stay but it was a school night and I thought that I might nod off

30 years of Sentimental Bullshit


It’s 3am on a Sunday morning and I am sitting at a table with my best friends from high school (including The Blonde), three of our former teachers and the members of the band The Singles Bar discussing the recent Midnight Oil concert. Not for the first time this year I wonder how I got here.

If this post was a bad 80s TV sitcom then this is where the screen would go wobbly to let you know that you are entering into a flashback.

The Blonde and I went to high school together. This was quite some time ago. In fact 2017 was the 30th anniversary of us finishing year 10.  In high school, I was a dork. Naive, ultra respectful, enthusiastic about school, no sense of style and prone to bizarre obsessions. I did play the saxophone in a rock band but I think that may have added to my oddness. You would think that I would have been a friendless nerk but I was fortunate enough to fall in with a crowd of six girls who have remained my lifelong friends. They strangely seemed to value my oddness. 

Flash forward to 30 year High School Reunion.

Apparently 30 years haven't changed things all that much I am still a dork and my friends are still the most wonderful and remarkable women I know. They can be relied upon through thick and thin, sick and sin (gratuitous 80s book allusion).  

Our classmates hadn't changed that much either.  There was thickened waist lines and receding hair (although there was one girl, who looked identical to her 16 year old self) but no-one had changed in the ways that really matter.  Personality that was masked in high school had just come to the surface with the self-confidence that comes with age.  

I suspect the characters that are in our year are no different to characters in every school group.
  • The Newshound. Knows what everyone else has been up to over the past 30 years who is married, divorced and separated etc. 
  • The Enemy. She still hates my guts and wasn’t afraid to tell me why. For my own good, of course. 
  • The Party Guy.  He still drinks more than is good for him and partied a little too hard and sustained a classic drinking injury.
  • The Grabby Guy.  The bloke who holds you in that welcome hug just a little too long.
  • The Cool Guy.  He'll be cool until the day he dies. Loved by all and a friend to all (including dorks like me).
  • The Teachers. Many of our teachers were hardly older than us. Many teachers had their first placement at our school and form strong bonds with each other and as it turns out with their students as well.

As much as I was so glad to see everyone and was full of joy and anticipation, I found the experience all extremely overwhelming. It became all too clear to me that I am not terribly much different to my 15 year old self.  I am still a socially challenged dork.  

I am always fascinated by the power of music to bring people together, bring back memories so strong you can touch them and embolden people to share their joyfulness and in my time of crisis I turned where I always turn, to music.  That night I found that music is a convenient place to hide from people who might find me as boring and dorky as they did 30 years ago. But dancing dissipates overpowering feelings of inadequacy and help you put aside your fears. Sharing the music with my former classmates, through singing and dancing, gave me a way to reform those old connections.  As the night wore on dancing became a place to celebrate, not to hide. I began to feel as though I belonged a little more and the shared experience of just letting it all hang out (in dancing terms) was freeing.

The band, The Singles Bar were in fine form and seemed to know just the right songs to play - there was a high quota of songs from the 80s.  This encouraged a 'dance off' with each of the boys took their turn in the middle of the dance floor trying to improve on the last dancers efforts. Fantastic.  The Triabunna Two-Step was nowhere to be seen.



Sadly, but inevitably, the music stopped and the event came to an end but no one wanted it to go home. We were only just starting to form new friendships. Arrangements were made to continue and to share some old tunes at homes.

Popular convention dictates that the point of a high school reunion is to turn up and seem cooler and more successful than anyone may have predicted way back when you were in high school. It turns out this is flawed thinking. A high school reunion is about reforming long forgotten connections with people who know things about you that no one else does and have a shared experience of teenage life. 

Now we have new experiences that we have shared, we will always talk about our fabulous 30th reunion - the fractured wrist event, the strange noises coming from the Bowls Club hedge, the vomiting in the staff toilets during the school tour the following day, how many of us partied and danced until dawn. How I ended up with my mates, my former teachers and the band talking about Midnight Oil at 3am in the morning.

Van Walker



The Blonde and I took a Friday arvo trip to Willie Smiths toe see Van Walker and Tristan Bird.  I love going to Willie Smiths - my favourite cider and great food.  It's just 20 minutes from the city but feels like you have escaped the rat race if only for a little while.

Van Walker's voice is like molasses and melted chocolate.  Hearing his rich, deep tones automatically puts you at ease.  His music seems to come deep from within you but yet from somewhere far away.  His songs are poignant and thought provoking.  His up beat songs get you toe-tapping and his ballads make you want to cry.  He was kind enough to take agree to my request to play "Old Joe" a song about a Bus driver and he also did his song about a rabbit who falls in love with a fish.  I know these sound a little odd but his songs are pure storytelling gold.

Tristan Bird was up next.  His music had a country feel and his original songs were really good.  He sang real songs about simple people.

These boys were a joy to listen too. They were also generous with their time afterwards and were keen to have a chat about their music with The Blonde and me.  A couple of great blokes with enormous talent.










Friday, 2 February 2018

The Singles Bar


This year The Blonde and I commemorate the 30th anniversary of completing year 10.  As an aspiring Patron of the Arts I am tasked with engaging the entertainment for the planned high school reunion in November.  I had chosen The Singles Bar, seen earlier in the year at the May Day ball, to be said entertainment.  Their set list included lots of 1980's classics (and not the weird cruddy stuff) that would be perfect for the middle-aged crowd.  But I was having a crisis of confidence, were they as good as I remember?  I had had quite a few bevvies last time I saw them play.  To put my mind at rest I convinced The Blonde that it would be a good idea for us to go and check them out at their latest gig at The Prince of Wales hotel.

The stage was decorated with a blowup banana and pink flamingo neon lights.  Quirky enough to be encouraging.  Three young blokes in white suits and Hawaiian shirts. They started with The Doors "Roadhouse Blues", followed by Dire Straits "Money for Nothing", The Cars "Psycho Killer".  We were on a winner.    

The second set kicked of with Rod Stewart's "If You Want My Body" and the crowd went off.  Lots of singing, dancing and general mirth.  My voice is croaky from too much singing and yelling. My ribs hurt from too much waving of arms above my head.  This is exactly the right band for our high school reunion.

The Oils



I was never a huge Midnight Oils fan and I usually refuse to go to any gig at the Derwent Entertainment Centre because the venue is too big and too impersonal.  But how can I call myself a Patron of the Arts if I do not take the opportunity to see one of Australia's most iconic bands.

So His Grumpiness and I went.  The DEC seemed intimate after T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas and His Grumpiness and I had seats really close to the stage.

The warm up band was The Jezabels.  His Grumpiness described them as a poor man's Divinyls.  He wasn't far from wrong.

Opened with "Redneck Wonderland"  Peter Garrett is known for his bizarre dancing style but I had never seen it live.  It was fantastical and nostalgic all at once.  Peter is a beautiful orator with beautiful diction and this flows into his singing. The Oils music features driving baseline which just draws you in and makes you want to jump up and cheer.  I knew and liked nearly every song and it brought back wonderful memories of my youth and my first understanding off politics and the knowledge that I have the ability to make a change if I work hard enough.
It turns out that I am an Oils fan after all.

Big Show Weekend





Hobart Funk Collective

I play underwater hockey on Wednesday nights and the night before the Hobart Show public holiday is the highlight of the year.  A night to really let down our hair after a match without having to worry about work the following day. Me and a few of my team mates, The Blonde and Underwater Veteran,  went to see the Hobart Funk Collective at The Homesteads 4th birthday bash.  It was very groovy.  The lead singer wore a great red dress and tights which really set the funky party mood. You can never have too much horn. and they had trumpet, trombone, 2 types of sax, drum, bass, rhythm guitar and keyboard.  It was shaping  up to be a good night.  It felt like the whole night existed in the moment when the alcohol kicks in and you are partying and laughing but not yet ridiculous or annoying.  It took a little while to find that moment but I searched and, as suspected, it was hiding in my fourth drink.  Ah there it is, I knew you couldn't get away.  Bahahahaha.

Underwater Veteran did a calculation on how much I have drunk this year based on the number of live acts I have seen and how much but cost. This was not kind even if I think his calculations were a little on the conservative side.


Chris Wilson

On Thursday night The Blonde and I went to see Chris Wilson at The Republic.  He is a blues singer and harp player.  When he told us all that he figured that "Life's too short to not dance", I knew that we were on a winner.

Along with with guitarist Shannon Bourne he started with "Route 66".  Good start, Chris. They played to an enthralled audience throughout the night including songs such as "Wide Brown Land", Summertime", "I Used To Be a Cowboy" and "I Be Your Baby Tonight".  At times The room was so silent that you could hear a kiss on the cheek from across the room.

His harmonica playing was extraordinary and made you feel as if you were the only one in the room. It is amazing how simple music can really speak to you and touch you like nothing or noone else can.  This is both frightening and soothing all at once.  The musician seems to know your secrets and see the real you that you are not ready to share but, comfortingly, you realise that you are not alone in the world.  This was that sort of gig.

Chupacabra

On Friday The Blonde, Underwater Veteran and I went to The Winston to see Chupacabra.  This night I found the "I can't stop talking shite" bug in my drinks but I'm sure that I was lots of fun.  I suspect, however, that my companions were happy when the music got underway and speaking turned to listening.

Chupacabra is a Cambrian Latin dance band.  I've never been to Cuba but when I closed my eyes then I was transported to a little bar in Havana.  This band is full of young folk leading the good life with talent to burn.  Underwater Veteran said there is so much going on on stage that sometimes it was necessary to close your eyes to save your sanity.

This is a band full of joy - life's too short not to dance!!!

Presidential Suite

On Sunday afternoon The Blonde and I went to Cascade Gardens to check out some jazz.  Live music in the beautifully manicured gardens of a brewery on a perfect spring day, could it get any better.
A groovy fellow on sax/flute/clarinet, keyboards by the amazingly talented Randall Muir, and lovely blonde songstress, Kaye Payne.  Kaye was hilarious and the interplay between the band members was great, they seemed to be great friends playing just for me and my friend.  The trees were impossibly green and the sky impossibly blue.  To top it off the food was great.  I recommend the sausage and beans.

The set included "The way you look tonight", "Sway", and Patsy Kline's "I Go Out Walking After Midnight".  It seemed that Kaye and band could turn their hand to most any song in any key.
During a particularly bluesy number a small Japanese boy of about two with huge eyes came forward and was mesmerised by the playing and singing.  I could tell that he badly wanted to express his delight in the music by dancing but he did quite know how to make his body comply.  Surely, the next generation of arts patronage.

A fabulous weekend of Funk, Blues, Latin and Jazz.  I even managed to fit in a little Poetry and Piano on Saturday afternoon.  The party just rolls on and life is one new and fabulous experience after another.  It makes me excited for whatever the future holds.


Bootleg Gin Sluggers



I went to the Republic on Sunday to see the Bootleg Gin Sluggers. My pet hate is when venues advertise a start time for bands and they don't start until well after the advertised time. I am not sure whether the venues do this to encourage you to have a pre-show drink or whether musicians are a little slack. Either way it discourages time poor people from attending gigs. If you are not sure how much musical entertainment you will get in the spare hour that you have then you are less likely to attend. The Gin Sluggers started late, grrrrrrrr.

Luckyily they were prety good. They are a traditional jazz ragtime band usually comprising four musicians but added a horn section to become seven for the gig. Clarinet, trombone trumpet, saxophone, banjo, double bass, percussion all make for a fun time. The highlight was the trumpeter, he was really good.

The played Duke Ellington, some originals. couple slower ones for the swing dancers them a faster number for the drunkards. Their original, "Girl of Mine", was really good. It was as sad and wistful as a clarinet can be. They finished off with some Cab Callaway and Louis Armstrong.

Moonlight Cabaret



putting on the Ritz. female mc bad jokes
at last really good
Matt Ives band fabulous
strong man acrobatic with clarinet
fantastically fun vaudeville show in a fabulous venue
aviator v strong Gin cocktails

then chairs were packed away and couches were brought out
dance floor
patron saints played groovy slow blues and there was much dancing
felt special and secret in this little atmospheric venue



New Talent with a Favourite


The warm up act for the night was Tarik Stoneman. He did a great version of David Bowie Heroes. I also quite liked his version of "Pumped Up Kicks" and Chris Isaak's "I Don't Want to Fall in Love".

The main entertainment for the night was Tim Rozemulder (sans Scott). Tim was great as always. He was joined by a young guitarist in a flat cap, Jarrod Hunter. They played Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". I'm not sure the young bloke had ever heard it before but found the tabs on his phone and then proceeded to play including an amazing guitar solo. Young folk today!!! I suspect for one of the songs in the set that he didn't know the words so he made them up. You couldn't tell though this combo was brilliant. Highlights were "Distant Sun" by Crowded House and "Heavy Heart" by You am I.

I was fortunate enough to have a chat with Jarrod during the night - I would have bought him a drink if he wasn't underage.  He was a young man with a real passion for music and a fellow who loves playing just for kicks.  One to keep an eye - when he finishes school that is.

Thursday, 1 February 2018

Fox n Firkin



On a cool and slightly drizzly Hobart spring evening as the days were beginning to draw out, The Blonde and I went to Irish Murphy's to see a favourite Celtic punk band, Fox 'n' Firkin.  I felt a certain charm in the air; or maybe it was the increasing pollen count.  With all the flower starting to bloom outside parliament house and the twilight stillness the night seemed magical.  What a great place to live where you can spend your leisure time on the lawns of the seat of government. I took a stroll once around the gardens thinking seditious thoughts just because I could.

Fox n Firkin comprises four lads out of Brisbane and they were in town for Hobofopo - Hobart Folk Punk Festival.  Yet another Hobart festival that caters to the quirky Tasmanian music fan.  Fun times for all.  In their first set they played mostly original songs which were great.  My particular favourite is from their No Vacancy album called 'Too Hip 4ZZZ'.

During the break the lovely Andrew (lead guitar) and the diminutive Robbie (drummer) came over to our table for a chat about life, light and global warming.  Not very punk band but extremely cool nevertheless.  I was struck once again by the generosity of spirit that seems to be inherent in most musicians.  I think it comes from sharing your ideas and creativity on stage in fairly tenuous and at times unaccommodating contexts.

The second set they played more covers The Cranberries "Zombie" which had great drumming, Dropkick Murphies, Waltzing Matilda and of my favourite Simon and Garfunkel.  I love the way this band makes me think differently about songs that I thought that I knew well and gives them a whole new lease on life - even if they are Queenslanders.