Wednesday, September 27

flier no 3

despite what the flier says

... it isn't out in September

... it's out October 1st ...

mail order me around.

I was absent for a while just before ... I had no thoughts whilst being absent ... but here's some thoughts about absentia.


Tuesday, September 26


/fjug/ noun
1. Music a polyphonic composition based upon one, two, or even more themes which are enunciated by the several voices or parts in turn, subjected to contrapuntal treatment, and gradually build up into a complex form having somewhat distinct divisions or stages of development and a marked climax at teh end.

2. Psychology a period of loss of memory, when the individual disappears from his or her usual haunts.

I have a few things to say on this extract from the Macquarie dictionary from australia ... the use of the word haunts ... how gorgeous that someone can hang out in a section of their brain ... like the local billiard hall in your skull ... but then one day you strip off all of your grey matter and wander off butt naked into the bush in a fuguelike state and psychosis.

the other thing I want to say is that the description in section '1' was absolutely beautiful ... as is Bach's fugue ... though at times slightly clinical ... as is Bach's fugue, and I think that it may indeed be a worthwhile endeavour to create a modern fugue based in themes and effects that are at hand today ... wires and pedals and amplifiers.

Having been somewhat obssessed for some time with Steve Reich's phases and other such hypnotic repetitious and boringly gripping works of art/rubbish I think it that it's time I utilise the fact that I was brought up in a choir loft at the local Catholic Church with the second largest organ in Australia and catapult myself into a psychological fugue that will take me from my useless usual haunts and take us all to places we've never ever ever been before

... just let me get this album out of the way first then I'll move onto this next phase ... I mean fugue .... hm ... shit joke.


Friday, September 15

people in the middle of nowhere

When I first went to university I had two tute classes and one lecture a week ....
Brendan Nelson ... then education minister, fired half the tutors and and left me with two lectures, and one tute a week ... significant difference in my experience of learning. I learnt that professional politicians didn't give a rat's bottom about keeping the voters intelligent ... considering most of them smarmy bastards received an excellent free education I find that a bit rich.

Now I find an interview transcript where the smarmy bastard said -
"why on earth can’t people in the middle of nowhere have low-level and intermediate level waste?"

... the smarmy bastard ...

why the hell should we accept it just because people in Sydney are too stupid to realise that Lucas Heights holds 2'000 cubic metres of intermediate waste and all their children's children's children will have four heads.

or perhaps just one demonic looking head like me mate Jen below ... on her new album cover ... available October the 2ooth.

go here please ... thankyou.

Thursday, September 7

I walked 'long Summerland Way

So this bloke pops out o' nowhere and scares the living bee-geezus outta me and says ... what the living friggin' hell are youse on about Brother??" and I looks at him at I reckon he's got a few roos loose in the top paddock 'cos I never seen this bloke or spoken to him at all ... EVER!! So's I says to the poor dopey bastard "Hey," i says "Hey what's your caper mate, I never seen or said nothin' more to ya's than I'd talk to me dead Aunty Polly"

He says to me ...

"oh ... sorry ... wrong bastard"