22 glenard dve eaglemont

Yeah I don't really know what point I'm trying to make here I was just interested in this vacant lot, which has only been vacant for about five years it would seem. Perry and I went there on Friday. Saw kangaroos across the back fence. 

 

amc

OK, I was able to upload this by dragging it into the post rather than uploading it from file (exhausting tech talk I know). 

It's a lot of fluff yeah particularly the first few paragraphs but there's some interesting detail both in direct relation to her, and also, sign of the times stuff. It's from the SMH 22 April 1974 p. 25. How cool do the Victor Borge LP Show and that ep of The Waltons sound? That's right, negative to the power of fucktillion cool. 

(sigh)

I probably mentioned in the past that I was pray to a kind of nervous twitch that involved always spending half a minute every day or so updating my Neko Atsume game which basically just meant topping up the cats in the yard's food. Ridiculous but maybe calming? I don't know. Anyway, the game is now glitchy and I can't actually buy any more food with the gold fish I have. This is not a major issue in a world gone completely to shit, I know that. But Laura noted, correctly, that's how it goes with these kind of online things, they start to crumble, it's interesting. (The cats don't starve and die, by the way, like tamagotchis - they just don't come to the yard anymore). 

Anyway, quite a few times now blogger has refused to upload pictures to my blog, and in fact during the course of my last post it refused to upload a news clipping about Amber Mae Cecil. So, maybe there's an end of an era coming here too. We shall see. 

amber mae cecil and bill hunter in cop shop

 5 & 8 June 1978 

can't stop it

I was pleased to get my copy of the vinyl reissue of Can't Stop It in the mail today. I have played side 3 and side 4 (I had nothing to do with side 4, except insofar as Guy asked me if there was anything I thought should go on it and I said no, or perhaps I said yes the Chocolate Grinders but they're not on there). I wrote a sleevenote of sorts which is printed so tiny that my poor eyes can barely pick out the words but whatever that's fine. I am not unhappy with the collection, I think it holds up as they say. Or do they say 'stands up' anyway, it works. 

As I say in the sleeve notes, when Guy and I put this thing together 25 years ago, it was a genre people tended not to regard very fondly, and you could still get a lot of the records - particularly ones by people who didn't go on to be in the charts, etc - very cheap, it was a real IYKYK situation. It seemed like a weird thing to like. As I also say in the sleeve notes now you can go to the supermarket and hear 'post punk' music playing like it's something most people remember, but trust me, most people were listening to 'Old Time Rock 'n' Roll' and, god, I can't even remember, awful things. Most people loved awful things then. Most people also concurrently hated good things. Yes, I haven't forgotten. 

15 years ago a work colleague made me laugh by referring, somewhat but not entirely self-parodically, to her 'awesome taste in music', which I still find funny, but it would be as funny if I said it, because I don't have an awesome taste in anything, except perhaps close associates. But I am not unproud of being a part of this, as tiny an effort as it took. 

Pictured is a special Amoeba Records pressing in the US - I nabbed this photo from https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1112578207580551&set=a.620750710096639&comment_id=1088393409823998&notif_id=1749528796197367&notif_t=feedback_reaction_generic&ref=notif
 

sunshine yesterday

 

Various things seen. Last picture is my first meeting with my 9th or 11th niecephew, Hetty, b. late April.