Monday, 27 December 2010
The Darien Venture
The Darien Venture
Excellent band.
The Darien Scheme
Abysmal attempt at colonisation.
Listen to the top one, read the bottom one.
Excellent band.
The Darien Scheme
Abysmal attempt at colonisation.
Listen to the top one, read the bottom one.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Meredith Music Festival 2010: WORDS
Some notes on one of the best festivals in Australia:
"I don't call you Aussies, I call you 'Awessies'. Because you're so awesome!!!"
Thank you Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (dot com) for giving me the jollies on Sunday afternoon. You were everything and more that I had hoped for. 8 blokes, one drum kit, 3 trumpets, 2 trombones, an over-the-shoulder massive sousaphone and a big trumpet baritone. Apparently all from the one stock. I liked how the sousaphone player was the smallest of all and the trumpet player was t-bulkster huge. lol. They played funky brass-powered grooves and rapped and made us dance in the mud. Smithy and I were particularly filled with electric energy and danced through slush and hot-chocolate-murder. [Drink murder with a girder (Please say in deep weegie accent for full effect. While drinking Irn Bru. Du kens).]
Other favourites include Neil Finn. Such a comfortable and perfect performer. 'Twas beautiful. Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings were fantastic. She is one funky mama and her boys are so spot on. We all danced our bestest.
On Sunday morning Ben and I were wandering the amphitheatre looking for treasure and we spotted a very dapper man in white troos, a white shirt and white bow tie with slicked back hair. He was showing a little man the surrounds. He held this little baby in his arms and as we walked past the little fella wiggled a little and his knitted beanie slipped off and we glimpsed the most beautiful head of 6-month-old bright red hair. What a beautiful ginger bub. A few hours latter we saw said dapper man, this time in a green stripey blazer, on stage with a few friends (horns, double bass, drums). Sans baby. C.W. Stoneking. He makes music that takes you back a century. No one does that any more. Calypso/blues/old-style-American-drinkin-rum/African shipwreck.
His story is pretty good. Stream the interview he did with Triple J here.
Working in New Orleans (?) mixing voodoo remedies, then in the Caribbean he met some strangers and sailed across the Atlantic til they shipwrecked off the west coast of Africa. He kicked about in the jungle with a native tribe until he was able to get back to civilisation.
Custard were great fun. Dare I say it, I thought Dirty Three were like being prodded with zucchinis. Everyone says it's amazing but it's actually just a bit interesting but mostly something to endure. "Noise with stage presence".
Of course Meredith is also about who you're with. The Facepainting Force will make me giggle for ever. Ken Done: you've met your match. Glitter everywhere made things interesting. Hair cuts for free. Party on a Stick 2.0.
Lots of love for everyone, Auntie Meredith I'll be seeing you again...
"I don't call you Aussies, I call you 'Awessies'. Because you're so awesome!!!"
Thank you Hypnotic Brass Ensemble (dot com) for giving me the jollies on Sunday afternoon. You were everything and more that I had hoped for. 8 blokes, one drum kit, 3 trumpets, 2 trombones, an over-the-shoulder massive sousaphone and a big trumpet baritone. Apparently all from the one stock. I liked how the sousaphone player was the smallest of all and the trumpet player was t-bulkster huge. lol. They played funky brass-powered grooves and rapped and made us dance in the mud. Smithy and I were particularly filled with electric energy and danced through slush and hot-chocolate-murder. [Drink murder with a girder (Please say in deep weegie accent for full effect. While drinking Irn Bru. Du kens).]
Other favourites include Neil Finn. Such a comfortable and perfect performer. 'Twas beautiful. Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings were fantastic. She is one funky mama and her boys are so spot on. We all danced our bestest.
On Sunday morning Ben and I were wandering the amphitheatre looking for treasure and we spotted a very dapper man in white troos, a white shirt and white bow tie with slicked back hair. He was showing a little man the surrounds. He held this little baby in his arms and as we walked past the little fella wiggled a little and his knitted beanie slipped off and we glimpsed the most beautiful head of 6-month-old bright red hair. What a beautiful ginger bub. A few hours latter we saw said dapper man, this time in a green stripey blazer, on stage with a few friends (horns, double bass, drums). Sans baby. C.W. Stoneking. He makes music that takes you back a century. No one does that any more. Calypso/blues/old-style-American-drinkin-rum/African shipwreck.
His story is pretty good. Stream the interview he did with Triple J here.
Working in New Orleans (?) mixing voodoo remedies, then in the Caribbean he met some strangers and sailed across the Atlantic til they shipwrecked off the west coast of Africa. He kicked about in the jungle with a native tribe until he was able to get back to civilisation.
Custard were great fun. Dare I say it, I thought Dirty Three were like being prodded with zucchinis. Everyone says it's amazing but it's actually just a bit interesting but mostly something to endure. "Noise with stage presence".
Of course Meredith is also about who you're with. The Facepainting Force will make me giggle for ever. Ken Done: you've met your match. Glitter everywhere made things interesting. Hair cuts for free. Party on a Stick 2.0.
Lots of love for everyone, Auntie Meredith I'll be seeing you again...
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