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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.

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

T is for Time and Tom times Two

Posted in A to Z, Music, Reflection with tags , , , , , , on July 12, 2016 by EnglishStreet

20160712_185231Back to T. I have 423 songs in my digital library starting with T, and that is excluding all of the The… songs. TNT, Talking to a Stranger, Tears in Heaven, Telegraph Road, That Ain’t Bad, The Theme from Rawhide…

Then there’s artists like Tex, Don and Charlie, Tim Finn, the Traveling Wilburys, the Triffids and, Tom Wait.

Tom is an acquired taste. He is charismatic, theatrical and engaging. I read somewhere that his late 70s drunken persona was just an act. His interviews with Dave Letterman and Don Lane are golden TV moments. With a fling of glitter he was the centre of attenion onstage.

Orphans, Alice and Rain Dogs are right near the top of my all-time favourite albums.

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R is for Recluse

Posted in A to Z, Biography, Music, Reflection with tags , , , on December 31, 2015 by EnglishStreet

IMG_63102014 saw the release of Neil Finn’s 3rd solo album, Dizzy Heights. To be completely honest, it took a couple of listens to get it. I think the CD arrived a couple of days before we headed off on my first visit to the northern hemisphere. I listened to it once, wasn’t taken by it, and went on holidays.

Th night after we got back into Sydney we had tickets to see Neil Finn at the Sydney Opera House. In amongst the classic Finn repertoire of Split Enz, Crowded House and solo albums, jokes, admiration of all things Te Awamutu and a cameo by Jimmy Barnes, the beauty of Dizzy Heights was laid bare. Of course, as soon as we got back home, the CD went on and stayed on for some time. Finn is at his best with brilliant, subtle songwriting, beautiful melody, thought provoking and sometimes downright strange lyrics (how do you actually get away with ‘There’s a picture of a rickshaw leaving’ (Impressions)?) . Continue reading