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kids can’t climb trees like they used to

Heading back to s.korea in a day or so. It’s been nice in Melbs but long enough. Saw True Grit yesterday. Another quite nice story told by the Cohen bros. Had a look at ‘In Press’ one of the local, free music magazines and found that I recognise less than 30% of the names of bands now. A little bummed to see I’m missing Swervedriver’s visit by less than a week.

It was fun doing things with my girl, J-e for the week and a half she was here. She ate steak everyday, made herself bacon and eggs in the mornings, was amazed and scared by seagulls and turned on by horses in the passing paddocks. Even Colac was bearable when she was here. After departure the rose-tinted hue faded and all I could see were the freaks and bogans again.

However, the Trocadero, a longtime-running eatery in Colac has changed hands and menus. Good mid-eastern style food available there now—things like felafel. And according to mum they’re doing very well.

Trocadero, Colac

I always like getting to the vic markets for a borek and a bee-sting. It’s great that those things don’t change.Not so great that this hasn’t changed.

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This blind, or partially blind guitar busker has been frequenting the main sit/eat spot forever. He plays billy joel and rubbish like that. Today he was just standing there, occupying the spot but not performing = squatting. He held out an empty juice bottle and loudly announced “can someone put this in the bin”, minutes after he’d walked inside and bought it without assistance. Being blind or partially blind is tough luck but it’s no excuse for being a talentless arsehole.

, , , , — YS @ 1:52 pm, February 13, 2011

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I just found this and this.

The Primitive Calculators:

Link to Primitive Calculators interview on RRR, 2008. (archived here)

, , , , , — YS @ 4:15 pm, February 22, 2010

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Last sunday I caught the train into the city to hand over one of my guitars to a lucky buyer. Despite it being one of the busiest days for people using the train, services for lilydale & belgrave are combined, making fr a rather pakt carriage by the time it gets to hawthorn. I was sitting in a special needs seat, because if there was ever a dude who had special needs, it’s me.

But I did move my case to  make way for an old lady when pulling out of Glenferrie. Is that a bassoon? she asked. Why yes it is! Said I. I’m the bassoon player for the Royal Philharmonic.

My daughter used to play bassoon, she said. I’m also a member of the Melbourne Pops Bassoon Quintet, I added. In fact, I own and run a shop in East Camberwell called, “Bassoons A’Plenty”—not to be confused with my arch rival’s shop, “Plenty of Bassoons” in Plenty rd, Lower Plenty.

Several years ago I wrote a book titled Baboon with a bassoon on the subject the complex social strata of African Yellow Baboons, and the implications of handing out bassoons to them.

My daughter never visits me now she has her own family, said the old lady. Yeah bassoons are great, I replied.

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I have to say australians are a bunch of wussies when it comes to actually bidding on a guitar on ebay. There were 15 watchers for the Jaguar and not a single bid. I got several emails after the auctions saying, ‘ah yeah, do ya still have that guitar?’ Selling pedals last year went rather smoothly in comparison, but I guess there’s something about the larger monies involved, and buyers needing some sort of token, ritualistic touching of the instrument before buying.

I met Ballarat country father & son at the vic markets. They bought it. Son was about 16, wearing a nirvana t-shirt and had long hair. I could see that Lobo (lonesome bones) the jaguar was going to a good home.

The black tele custom sold today, but not after a weird stand-offish situation with a (frankly) bad-vibed chap last night who came to look at it and attempted to haggle. I really don’t like haggling, even as purchaser, much less as seller. He called back today and said could meet minimum price and despite it being a couple of bits of inanimate wood I felt a little unsure of handing it over to strange man.

, , , , , , — YS @ 10:46 am, February 12, 2010

Are you gettin enough happiness? / are you gettin enough of what makes you happy?

Another thing about people from other countries n stuff is racism against Indians. I guess it’s a problem because it’s on the telly news all the time. Back when I was in grade six in highton Geelong me and sibs would play backyard cricket in the frontyard. We had this rubber ball that looked like a mini soccer ball. I could really hit that thing. And on occasion I’d hit it onto the neighbours roof and it’d get caught in their green shade cloth porch situation. They’d have to get it out for us. The neighbours were an Indian family.

In light of recent events and eager to put right my childhood transgressions I’ve been wandering around the outer burbs late at night (cause weather is nice and cool) and when I come across people who clearly look to be of Indian decent I’ve been letting them know that I am indeed and in fact not racist.
The local taxis, a cartel I believe, are run by Indians so after walking the streets for hours every night I get a taxi back to where I stay. I sit in the back and a while into the trip I lunge forward suddenly and say to my turban-topped friend, “hay mate! I’m not racist. Just wanted to say… not racist”.

Anyway, it’s good to be making a positive contribution in Australia again on behalf of the dominant anglo-saxon majority.

, , , , , — YS @ 9:06 am, February 1, 2010

Melbourne’s Gold 104.3: I never realised there were so many pop tunes with the word “faggot” in them.

, , , , — YS @ 9:32 am, January 21, 2010

Day is awesome! Night is scary!

Being back in victoria, australia for a holiday, several things become immediately apparent re differences between here and s.korea. It’s the same things every time but they still catch me out. Both internet connectivity and public transport here are atrocious. But the air quality is good! And so few people here smoke ciggies. I walked through the city yesterday and don’t think I had smoke wafting into my flight path once.
I’m carrying the ipod touchy around looking for open wireless but there is none apart from McDonald’s.
Also, it’s warm here today (43º) whereas Seoul is somewhat cooler (-5º).

, — YS @ 8:16 am, January 11, 2010

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