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[Pamcake1]

This looks very interesting 3KZ is Football with oblique consideration of your project.

A Lebanese Exile Builds a Haven for Those in Need — or So the Legend Goes

The first English translation of Charif Majdalani’s 2005 novel “A History of the Big House” charts one family’s — and country’s — cycles of prosperity and ruin.

www.nytimes.com

 

[Pamcake1]

Here, there and everywhere:

Saving England’s Music Oasis From a New Wave of Development

The working-class city of Manchester has birthed legendary bands for decades. But in its quest for growth, its musical legacy is in danger of being muted.

www.nytimes.com

 

[moginie]

Here, there and everywhere:

Saving England’s Music Oasis From a New Wave of Development

The working-class city of Manchester has birthed legendary bands for decades. But in its quest for growth, its musical legacy is in danger of being muted.

www.nytimes.com

Great tune. Awful situation.

 

[Pamcake1]

1987 RZSS Radio Releases











(released in 1986 but played more in 1987)

 

[Pamcake1]

1987 cont.














And finally what I consider to be Prince's best album:

 

[3KZ is Football]

1987 Playlist



I think 1987 wins MUSICAL YEAR OF THE DECADE, based on the number of amazing album releases that year and the emergence of the Pixies and Bjork in The Sugarcubes.

 

[3KZ is Football]

I’ve been jet lagged channeling the early 90’s today. I think it’s worth taking the time to give this a good revisit to see how far backwards we have gone. 1992 and the biggest band on the planet puts this out. Would not happen today. Lyrics are amazing.

 

[Pamcake1]

I’ve been jet lagged channeling the early 90’s today. I think it’s worth taking the time to give this a good revisit to see how far backwards we have gone. 1992 and the biggest band on the planet puts this out. Would not happen today. Lyrics are amazing.

Indeed we have been backtracking or sidetracking for quite awhile.
Wading through the morass of 'too much dubious and crappy information' via the net, has made clarity difficult for the masses and facilitated the manipulations.
Gosh, I sound like I'm a 'conspiracist'!

Welcome home.
Catch you later, I'm decamping up country today.

 

[3KZ is Football]

‘Going Up The Country’ really reminds me of being a child. In the car with my dad, who had me when he was 21, so he would have still been in his 20’s. He would have been listening to 3AK, where ‘No Wrinklys Fly’




‘Georgy Girl’ reminds me of being a slightly younger child in white monocultural Australia. “New Australians” obviously didn’t go to concerts in 1967.

 

[moginie]

‘Going Up The Country’ really reminds me of being a child. In the car with my dad, who had me when he was 21, so he would have still been in his 20’s. He would have been listening to 3AK, where ‘No Wrinklys Fly’

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‘Georgy Girl’ reminds me of being a slightly younger child in white monocultural Australia. “New Australians” obviously didn’t go to concerts in 1967.

Georgy Girl is the first song I can ever remember hearing. That and the Bee Gees I Started A Joke. Don't Sleep In The Subway by Petula Clark is the other one from around that time that I have distinct memories of hearing. I would have been around 2.

 

[3KZ is Football]

Georgy Girl is the first song I can ever remember hearing. That and the Bee Gees I Started A Joke. Don't Sleep In The Subway by Petula Clark is the other one from around that time that I have distinct memories of hearing. I would have been around 2.

It is amazing how music takes you back to time and place.

 

[3KZ is Football]

Here’s one for you Pammy. Palm Beads in Greville Street. That, Greville Records and Emerald Hill Bookshop - were my three favourite shops.

 

[Pamcake1]

Here’s one for you Pammy. Palm Beads in Greville Street. That, Greville Records and Emerald Hill Bookshop - were my three favourite shops.

I didn't know it, I don't think, maybe I did but you would have to explain where it was in relation to how far off Chapel st.

I'm in that weird time warp of re-living my teenage years via location, 4 houses down and on the opposite side of the road we lived in back in the 70's.
Sitting on this verandah looking out on the road that I walked or rode down every school day and back.
I have a visceral reaction to it.
A not quite 50 years ago thing where I'm looking at the same trees and they are looking at me and a summation of what, where and how far I have travelled and back.

Our old house that I walked past this morning at 6am now has a house number on the front post, back then we didn't know it had a number, houses were always identified by the people who lived in them.
We bought it from Colin Lemon's grandparents and eventually it was known as the D...'s house, next door to the McMahons and beside Peg who is still there, she must be heading into her 90's now she and next door here Gwen who is in her 90's the only people from back then still here.
The people who bought our house are still there, I've met them but still haven't been back since I left at the end of 78.
My sister has, she says they buggered it with a weird reno knocking through walls willy nilly.

Two doors down the Gero's is for sale for the first time in 50 years. They have both died their kids, our contemporaries, are selling after 3 years of doing nothing.
Once upon a time anything in this very short road would have been sold straight away as it is considered the 'dress circle' of this town's real estate.
The house does need a bit of monety spent on it, built in 1881 it needs care and no one is up for it.
The front two rooms are haunted as it was once a school for the mentally enfeebled and a little girl burnt to death in the lavatory, she's still there as are others.
Its garden is over run with rabbits, rabbits are now starting to scale plague proportions once again. Long gone are the days when you would get the guy with the ferrets in to deal with them and the bounty for bodies he would claim.
Bob chased a few this morning but he's too old to catch them and definitely not a fox terrier or jack russell for manoeuvrability.

Michael Leunig hoped off his mortal coil yesterday, I'm sure I've told the one about that night long ago in 74 at a house party in Daylesford of drawing him and the other partygoers in satire and him being curious as to what we were drawing. Twelve year old me was a tad uncooperative. His early work was at its transgressive best (Nation Review and other alt papers) and then he went ultra twee (The Age) and then the religiousity that crept like fungus.
In Australia, with it's small intellectual population, the necessity to make a living amelliorates the transgressive, the angry, the rageworthy. There's that and then there is also the testosterone deficite of aging, what is in an attack of the milds.

 

[3KZ is Football]

I didn't know it, I don't think, maybe I did but you would have to explain where it was in relation to how far off Chapel st.

I'm in that weird time warp of re-living my teenage years via location, 4 houses down and on the opposite side of the road we lived in back in the 70's.
Sitting on this verandah looking out on the road that I walked or rode down every school day and back.
I have a visceral reaction to it.
A not quite 50 years ago thing where I'm looking at the same trees and they are looking at me and a summation of what, where and how far I have travelled and back.

Our old house that I walked past this morning at 6am now has a house number on the front post, back then we didn't know it had a number, houses were always identified by the people who lived in them.
We bought it from Colin Lemon's grandparents and eventually it was known as the D...'s house, next door to the McMahons and beside Pat who is still there, she must be heading into her 90's now she and next door here Gwen who is in her 90's the only people from back then still here.
The people who bought our house aare still there, I've met them but still haven't been back since I left at the end of 78.
My sister has, she says they buggered it with a weird reno knocking through walls willy nilly.

Two doors down the Gero's is for sale for the first time in 50 years. They have both died their kids, our contemporaries, are selling after 3 years of doing nothing.
Once upon a time anything in this very short road would have been sold straight away as it is considered the 'dress circle' of this town's real estate.
The house does need a bit of monety spent on it, built in 1881 it needs care and no one is up for it.
The front two rooms are haunted as it was once a school for the mentally enfeebled and a little girl burnt to death in the lavatory, she's still there as are others.
Its garden is over run with rabbits, rabbits are now starting to scale plague proportions once again. Long gone are the days when you would get the guy with the ferrets in to deal with them and the bounty for bodies he would claim.
Bob chased a few this morning but he's too old to catch them and definitely not a fox terrier or jack russell for manoeuvrability.

Michael Leunig hoped off his mortal coil yesterday, I'm sure I've told the one about that night long ago in 74 at a house party in Daylesford of drawing him and the other partygoers in satire and him being curious as to what we were drawing. Twelve year old me was a tad uncooperative. His early work was at its transgressive best (Nation Review and other alt papers) and then he went ultra twee (The Age) and then the religiousity that crept like fungus.
In Australia, with it's small intellectual population, the necessity to make a living amelliorates the transgressive, the angry, the rageworthy. There's that and then there is also the testosterone deficite of aging, what is in an attack of the milds.

I enjoyed reading this. Ta.

Palm Beads is at 181 Greville Street. With Chapel Street at your back, it’s on the right hand side, where the footpath narrows and opposite the back corner of the Town Hall.
In 1984 it was colourful and indie. It looks a bit more sombre now. It was great for colourful bangles and beads and bits.

 

[moginie]

How hilarious is the world of Pro-Am theatre.

In August I auditioned for a play "Life Without Me" and wasn't successful. That's fine, move on. On Thursday I get a message from the director offering me the role. Now I don't know about you, but I can't just drop everything and commit to twelve weeks rehearsal and performance period without discussing it with Mrs m and checking any upcoming events.

But the director didn't seem to understand this, ringing and messaging me on four other occasions which was unnecessary pressure. Then there was two open messages in audition groups that I'm in advertising the same role. So last evening I contacted the director saying that I'm interested but I've just got to tidy up a few loose ends first.

This morning I got a message saying she's going with someone else but she "appreciates trying to apparently things to be available (sic)". Rehearsals don't start until midway through January, but she needs the answer immediately. Though she does hope that we'll work together again.

Unlikely. The irony is that I was going to contact her to say I was available. Now if this was professional or if I was being paid a bit more than a stipend I'd be upset. But I'm not and I find the whole situation really amusing and an exercise in self importance.

Maybe even my own.

 

[3KZ is Football]

How hilarious is the world of Pro-Am theatre.

In August I auditioned for a play "Life Without Me" and wasn't successful. That's fine, move on. On Thursday I get a message from the director offering me the role. Now I don't know about you, but I can't just drop everything and commit to twelve weeks rehearsal and performance period without discussing it with Mrs m and checking any upcoming events.

But the director didn't seem to understand this, ringing and messaging me on four other occasions which was unnecessary pressure. Then there was two open messages in audition groups that I'm in advertising the same role. So last evening I contacted the director saying that I'm interested but I've just got to tidy up a few loose ends first.

This morning I got a message saying she's going with someone else but she "appreciates trying to apparently things to be available (sic)". Rehearsals don't start until midway through January, but she needs the answer immediately. Though she does hope that we'll work together again.

Unlikely. The irony is that I was going to contact her to say I was available. Now if this was professional or if I was being paid a bit more than a stipend I'd be upset. But I'm not and I find the whole situation really amusing and an exercise in self importance.

Maybe even my own.

Nah, that’s poor form moginie. It very much sounds like the person concerned doesn’t have two things together.
1. Their directorial s**t.
2. Their manners.

Might be a blessing in disguise.

 

[moginie]

Nah, that’s poor form moginie. It very much sounds like the person concerned doesn’t have two things together.
1. Their directorial s**t.
2. Their manners.

Might be a blessing in disguise.

Thank you!

I'm in no doubt that it is.

In one of those hilarious -1° of separation that Adelaide is renowned for, she was in the same year at the same school as the first Mrs m. Then was her lawyer during her very messy second divorce (not mine).

Ah, Adelaide. Just like Tasmania, but with warmer weather and better wine.

 

[3KZ is Football]

Thank you!

I'm in no doubt that it is.

In one of those hilarious -1° of separation that Adelaide is renowned for, she was in the same year at the same school as the first Mrs m. Then was her lawyer during her very messy second divorce (not mine).

Ah, Adelaide. Just like Tasmania, but with warmer weather and better wine.

… and no ‘convict stain’.

 

[moginie]

… and no ‘convict stain’.

 

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[moginie]

 

[Pamcake1]

Dianne Arbus.


The neighbours up the road yesterday, deflated this morning (forgot to take that photo.)
Have a good and safe holiday season with you and yours, everyone.

 

[3KZ is Football]

και του χρόνου!

 

[Pamcake1]

Vale.

Alfa Anderson, Singer With Chic, Dies at 78

She sang the famous refrain “Le freak, c’est chic” on one of the biggest hits of the disco era and was a sought-after vocalist for many prominent artists.

www.nytimes.com

 

[Pamcake1]

The below is interesting.

Opinion | Pfizer Stopped Us From Getting Ozempic Decades Ago

Researchers identified one key breakthrough for GLP-1 drugs in the 1980s, but Pfizer walked away.

www.nytimes.com

And another 1987 hit...