Ain’t No Words for the Things I’m Feeling…

Posted in Contemplative, Reflection with tags on September 15, 2019 by EnglishStreet


Posted in Spur of the moment, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 11, 2018 by EnglishStreet

I’m sitting, alone, in the pub at the bottom left (the big black bit), the Observer Hotel I think. I have the whole dining room to myself (there are people in the bar and other seating areas).

I hope that doesn’t say anything about the quality of the food I am eagerly anticipating. Apart from the thumping music there is a sense of calm, as if there aren’t hundreds of thousands of people thronging outside the front door. The line up was out the door and to the footpath for the Ribs and Burgers, to the point that there was no guarantee that there would be a seat to eat your food at when it arrived. Or is that how the place works? It was empty when I ate there last time.

Circular Quay around to Cockle Bay was chaos. Anxiety inducing chaos. So many people, too many people. I ‘did’ Vivid, for about 10 minutes, then escaped to the hotel. Peace.

PS. The food was great, rib eye, medium well, chips and pepper sauce on the side. The sauce was creamy, lovely taste.

Z is for Zoo Station. Last stop.

Posted in A to Z, Music with tags , , , , , on July 18, 2016 by EnglishStreet

January 11 2015 948On 1 July 2014 I embarked on a month long, A to Z of music that has touched or influenced me in some way. And here we are, July, two years on, and our A to Z journey is coming to an end. The journey was enriched by the tunes of Paul Kelly, Tom Waits, the Finns, even I got a run, or two, or three?

Oddly enough, we end where a significant part of my musical life started. I am well and truly old enough to have a cassette collection. From the admirable (Blue Sky Mining – Midnight Oil) to the cringe-worthy (Waking Up the Neighbours – Bryan Adams), to Genesis: The Shorts, which I’m still a little confused by.

On the way home from church, a quick google of the calendar suggests December 27th, 1992, my family made a trip to the old Brashs store on Canterbury Road in Punchbowl. For those who don’t remember Brashs, it was basically an old fashioned JB Hifi/HMV/Best Buy, depending on where you are from, selling music and electrical equipment. Continue reading

Y is for You’ll Understand

Posted in A to Z, Music, Reflection, Theology with tags , , , , on July 17, 2016 by EnglishStreet

20160717_004446Sometime a song comes quickly and is written in 15 minutes. Sometimes a song takes months of careful crafting to a state of near perfection. Sadly, neither of these really describes the way that I experience songwriting. Sure, I’ve been lucky enough to capture words and music in what felt like a second, but generally, I’ll write a few words on a page and forget about them. One of these took me 17 years to find and finish! You’ll understand was finished in early 2016 and features on the Fairweather Friends debut album ‘All Life’s Weather” (available through our Facebook page – send us a message!).

You’ll Understand started off as a good old-fashioned Old Testament lament. How long? How far? Woe is me. I feel like it turned into something else after I picked it up, some 12 months after originally penning the bulk of the song.

When I was at theological college, there was one particular lecturer who could only see the lament. I think she sought out the wrongs of the world in order to build up some sort of artificial outrage, yelling at screaming at God, or g*d or whatever she said. Let’s just say that she an I didn’t often see eye-to-eye, and she is one of the primary reasons that I deferred college and why I never made it back. Continue reading

X is for (e)Xtravaganza

Posted in A to Z, Family History, History, Music with tags , , , , , , , on July 16, 2016 by EnglishStreet

imageOk, happy to admit I struggled with this one. Not a fan of the Uncanny Xmen or Xavier Rudd, so I had to take some liberties here. I noticed that Paul Kelly had to skip X (along with V). ¬†Not a real story to go with this one either, but I’ll try to make something good up anyway.

One of my favourite things is a really good Scottish accent. Case in point Ms Kelly McDonald. A mighty fine looking lass, but her voice, it just does it for me.  Might be the Scottish blood in my veins. Continue reading