james bond plays guitar

Beautiful catastrophe

2006-08-04T18:09:00.000+10:00

a man stands outside on the phone, the cat hair is in view, the deep well of love is within, in the glint of the cats eye, in the sigh of a child when the ice cream van vanishes round the corner,the wellspring of love and joy is in the reflection of a single droplet of rain, in the wake left in the air after someone speaks, in the grasses shadow, in a coal mine, in the anticipation of a hummingbird as it smells the sweet promise of a meeting, in the thick atmostphere of a bridgetollways booth, it is the pigeons breath, the wave of a friend in the heath, the glimmer of shimmers on a spiders silk, in his dreams, in her waking moments, the promise, the colours, the space between the walls, the untrodden field of corn, the roughness and strength of a rhinos horn, the plastic of a car dash, the steam that lifts off a mash, in every crack and seem of time and in the belt buckle you see in the shop draw, 2nd one down, the intricate recipe of the divine, the saddness, the tears, they all dissapear and are tucked under the wing of the prayer, the calling , the longing and calling of your name, for your name is my name, on the slipstream that just is...

the storm within

2006-07-22T16:25:00.000+10:00

A rough drowning, the heart sinks, low lower, breathing water, desperate and alone, the heart that is misunderstood settles at the bottom of the ocean amongst the seaweed, yearning like the coral sings for the sun and the sand yearns for some treasure to be buried there to keep it company with its preciousness, the darkness creeps and catches your doubt and freezes it cold, a life needs water and sunlight, but at the bottom of the sandy cravass, the cold dark water ripples in the emotions and sends a repeated signal of pain to the shores of the skin and indifference. the miracle of life is not always so, and so i lay swaying in the sand at the bottom , waiting for treasure to fall and embrace me.

2006-05-14T17:51:00.000+10:00

Meeting Point: bogon ski centre

2006-05-12T16:19:00.000+10:00

We met at the bogon ski centre in mount beauty to discuss our latest mission. Which was to find the sasquatch (yeti) living in the mountains that was really a robot covered in fur that was planted by the enemy agents from pyle's coaches. A coach company with cold concrete seats to help you develop pyles. This way you wouldnt be able to get help via the coach transit route as you would be seeking medical help and advice.

mission kit

2006-04-25T19:44:00.000+10:00

When i go on missions i like to pack a spy kit. Here are some of the things i put in it:

*cuff - link simulator
*change of underwear
*toothpaste
*fake toothpaste that is really high explosives
*lunchnbox listening device
*guitar strings
*potato crisp camera( packet doubles as satelite reciever)
*guitar case that turns into a fake tennis court that is really a safe house
*a pen

plane text

2006-04-25T14:56:00.000+10:00

Agent Nodrog Nat and myself went on a mission to Bogong Mount Beauty in Victoria. While on the plane, we wrote a lovely poem together on a sick bag. Here is the poem we wrote, one line each as fast as we could and swapped it continuously until it matured at the end.

plastic envy a mouse confides
putting lost toys in yellow carts
the aerial perspective of a table leg
truly the clock of coming alive
upholstery of the heart of a parrot
giving love to the cast fidelity
where did my green bowl go to?
resting in the glory of the last carrot
emotional architecture with lashings of gravy
the peas of life roast in lifes oven
in the circus of unjustified crustated sentiment
no more, no more of this sad reality
I like my stoke on trent curtain opera
the fire built, the actor sings with dissonate anger
lifts his corduroy covered polo mallet slightly dipped
to the summit of closed exits
to steal the last breath of empty longing
and iron out the creases in the shirt of embarrassment
fold the fabrics of lust and love
stich the thread of an interrupted gaze at a stoates shadow
and fall far below the sight of craving
so raise your glass and your eyebrow at this highbrow conversation
three cheers, three beers no fears
a particle of dust, a monkeys trust and a box of blue football pitches
dirt to the apes anz and Russell crow
take a ride on the titanic through the magma, engage in the therapy of an unloved terrapin
climb the mountain of sinking insanity
the sponge people live on the sponge planet, can you beat them at chess?
if so, would you prey for rain on the spongy planes?
rain on the plane falls mainly on the game
hard RAW choices and my design for an oil tanker
one billion lady birds thinking at the same time, what colour would the thoughts be?

island reconnaissance

2006-04-19T10:58:00.000+10:00

deployed at long island. Whitsundays. Mission: to contemplate, look at water and drink from coconuts and play "what a wonderful world" at a wedding. Real mission: to locate and secure the jellyfish simulator. I consulted the mission safety handbook on numerous occaisions.Waiting 45 mins for breakfast in airley beach prompted me to learn a new language. I learned klingon. After fighting the crustated squid crab people for hrs every night I finally got my hands on the jellyfish simulator and started making real use of my time by looking at things I thought other people were going to look at. I made a hammock out of my guitar strings and rested after the mission.

titanic sails

2006-03-17T19:52:00.000+11:00

The wall is up, like the side you favor when the coin falls, I am surrounded by walls, I am here because I caught the titanic, I booked a room and sailed here through the magma, and now I am sitting here. I can see my hands but I cant see my face, I think about the rain sometimes when its not there. I here my own voice in my head, but im not speaking it, I spend a lot of time with myself from when I am born up until the time I leave this place, in fact I spend everysecond of my life with myself. sometimes I get bored of myself, of my own thoughts, wow , imagine if I was really boring, it would be torture to be hanging out with myself for 80 odd yrs. I like hommos and I just had some, A goat rang me yesterday, no it didnt,I got a call from a jester today, when I met him, this jester , he was reading a book on quantum physics. That image puts the humor back into existence, its quite a sight. When the titanic sails through the magma, it gets hot and it kind of kills you and burns u up, you know but because its imaginary, its ok, I don't get hurt and the noises are quite strange as it sails. I recommend it as a mode of transport, but if not, you can take a seat on a tiger moth and fly through the ennio morricone spagetti western sets while watching clint as you pass over a gunfight. (if you were to eat a sandwhich at this point, it could fly out of your hands)You will always end up back here, as u r now, u r here sitting with yourself.

ice cream trial room

2006-03-13T16:35:00.000+11:00

walking the streets of Bangalore

2006-03-13T16:31:00.000+11:00

side glances

2006-03-08T11:32:00.000+11:00

a different stage of life

2006-03-07T23:20:00.000+11:00

silver jubilee Bangalore India Feb 2006

dragonflies and marsala chai

2006-03-03T08:51:00.000+11:00

India, guruji ashram, cows on the road, perfect weather, hard beds, cold baths from a bucket, satsang melodies, vegetables everyday, bottled water, people so many people, from 46 countries they came, 3000'000 in meditation, Indian dogs doing yoga, coconut juice, beautiful gardens, please do not pluck the flowers, suntan, pineapple and papaya from the street, endless cues, patience, washing up, birds of prey, rickshaws on kaos, dragonflys dancing in above the guyatree garden, marsala chai, om shanti, a tree through the roof, dust, pollution and filth at every turn, smiling faces and beautiful school children, platted hair and ice creams, walking, endless walking, lying in the temple, the old temple surrounded by an envelope of love and serenity, elephants and monkeys, cobra simulator, the flaming peacock, a giant rat, Christmas lights in every tree, ashram guruji.

cockroach and chicken interaction part 1

2006-02-27T15:59:00.000+11:00

what would happen if a japanese chicken and a russian cockroach met?

please place answers in comments.

2006-02-13T09:50:00.000+11:00

I am starting a passage to India. A mission to attend the art of living 25 yr celebrations including meditation, yoga and breathing techniques. I will be staying undercover in an ashram attending a concert by a 3000 strong orchestra. By night i must locate the man known as the "flaming peacock". He is responsible for many actions that have been thought of as irresponsible and has been spotted delivering secret information in the form of shapes and messages formed on poppadums. He is also a master of sending smoke signals from the steam that comes off curries. I must seek and locate the flaming peacock and secure the cobra simulator and bring it back to Centennial park. At other times i must attend the breathing course at art of living and buy some ashram pajamas. I hear you can also buy asram slippers to go with the pajamas. I must go, i have just noticed a reflection of sentimentality in the internet cafe perspex.

miso soap

2006-01-03T22:49:00.000+11:00

Ever had a shower and felt a craving for a Japanese soup? Now you can clean yourself and satisfy a craving at the same time with miso soap. A formula I developed while on a mission in Osaka is now ready for the public. Ingredients are as follows-
13 cups water, 2 small onions sliced, 13 heaping tablespoons miso, 13 cup cooked noodles (try Japanese ramen noodles) 5 cups rain or soft water
1/2 cup powdered borax
11.6 oz. lye
11 cups fat (lye calculated for lard
While cleaning your body in the shower you can suck on the soap or catch the soup that comes off in your hands and drink it as you wash. Enjoy!

Pages from the mission safety handbook

2005-12-09T11:00:00.000+11:00

When Swimming at the local pool, it is highly advisable to breathe at the right moment. Breathing at the wrong moment can cause intake of water into the lungs. Refrain from smoking cigars. Don't make your salads while swimming as they will get wet and it wont be nice to eat. Swimming while knitting will yield bad results. Imagining sharks in the pool is also not recommended. Taking a wheel barrow full of dirt and wading with it up and down the pool will probably get you kicked out if not banned from returning.

2005-12-02T12:35:00.000+11:00

www.urbangypsies.org

Secret Agent Orchestra - crossing boundaries

2005-11-28T20:21:00.000+11:00

drawing by gavotte

We travel the world saving lives and continuing the search to find a set of nylon guitar strings that last more than a week.

pages from the mission safety handbook

2005-11-28T20:08:00.000+11:00

While in Mildura we had to play concerts at the Mildura jazz festival. We also had to locate and destroy the steamboat laser mechanism used by the invisible farmers who used to work in the area and now don't. They also have connections with the crocodile people and the frog-simulator factory. We often referred to the mission safety handbook for help. Page 347 read like this: When faced with danger in an unknown environment, refrain from pretending to play table tennis as it looks silly. Also don't think about alternative ways to clean the juicer without getting your hands wet. In the presence of rivers, swim using your arms and legs. The bulding of circus tents large enough to house a large circus should not be thought of, or mimed. This can cause serious harm to the time wasted when engaged in a mission with a different brief.

images from a secret mission Vol 1

2005-11-18T18:29:00.000+11:00

drawing by gavotte

the audience at yungaburra

2005-11-17T15:58:00.000+11:00

Journey

2005-11-09T13:04:00.000+11:00

drawing by gavotte

we are spiritual beings on a physical journey
as opposed to physical beings on a spiritual journey...

We are all gingerbread people

2005-11-08T17:25:00.000+11:00

We are all gingerbread people, ........ someone or something will eventually eat us.

Yungaburra Folk Festival

2005-11-08T09:20:00.000+11:00

"sightings of the frog - simulator have occured here"

2005-11-08T09:14:00.000+11:00

"possible location of crocodile - people safehouse"

2005-11-08T08:05:00.000+11:00

"we were there undercover, as musicians"

During the last days of october, Agent Nodrog Nat and myself ( members of the secret agent orchestra ) arrived in Cairns to complete a mission of utmost importance... to locate an underground safehouse below the volcano in Yungaburra and steal the frog - simulator from the crocodile people who live in the volcano. We also had to play at the Yungaburra folk festival over the weekend and bring our music to a new audience in the tablelands of far northern Queensland. Because we were in the tablelands high above sea level, I took the opportunity to get a new table made for our office here in Centennial park. It should be ready soon. ...I am just getting a coffee, can you hang on a minute? ...thanks... That's better, where was I... Oh yes, we met our contact at the cairns airport, a member of the F.N.Q organization. Haven't worked out what this means but it all seems a bit silly. The bus ride up the mountain nearly proved fatal as the driver tried to eliminate us at every turn with his crappy driving ability. Once we arrived we played the first concert and swiftly slipped away into the night to try to find the frog - simulator under lake eacham in the volcano. We nearly died again fighting the crocodile people in the underground caverns but we managed to get the frog - simulator. The second concert was a great success in the village church so we made our way back to the village. I had a well earned snorkel on the barrier reef after that, and I really felt like a peanut butter sandwich. When I was snorkeling I did notice Malandro riding a bike underwater...Why was he doing that I thought to myself?

Malandro, famous quotes for 2005

2005-11-07T13:20:00.000+11:00

" I am not going on any more dates,
... Its all just a silly game"
Malandro November 2005

The validity of this quote could be as plausible as seeing a winged double decker bus flying through the magma deep in the earth's crust being pursued by a group of giant chess pieces covered in empanada crumbs.

a little light conversation

2005-11-07T10:49:00.000+11:00

drawing by gavotte

I live in a room, sometimes the light falls on the floor like a landing strip for the aeroplane of ideas, sometimes i shut it out, frightened by the truth it may reveal, i move through different rooms, and try to feel, try to not be frightened, i live in a room, a room full of varying degrees of light, a life full of varying degrees of feeling, a world full of truth, hidden by the objects of human desire.

What to do when your computer stops.

2005-10-12T10:49:00.000+10:00

Since my computer stopped working, Ive tried making do with these various methods.
1. Take your keyboard and place it in front of your tv. Than start typing and look at the screen from time to time.
If the tv is switched in-between channels like the snow effect, it looks like you have just created an interesting screensaver.
2.Take your keyboard and place it infront of your largest window in your house. The view will look like an amazing real-life lcd screen and will look very real cos it it real. But it will look the same most of the time.
3.Cut out a hole in a cardboard box and place your keyboard infront of this. Then get a friend to make paper cut outs of your favorite web page and email server.( can be coloured in with felt tip pens or crayons) He or she can do a little show in the box while you type on the keyboard and use the mouse.
4. I haven't thought of this one yet.

the fabric of undercover missions

2005-09-25T08:21:00.000+10:00

drawing by Gavotte

Virtual Vulcanology (The scientific study of volcanoes and volcanic phenomena.)

2005-09-22T07:54:00.000+10:00

I 1963 I was captured, and imprisoned for busking without a busking license outside the Chennakesava temple (90 kms from Sravanabelagola, 222 kms from Bangalore). Here is an extract from my diary.

What have I been thinking about?

During the day I sometimes find myself thinking about volcanoes. Levels of earthquake occurrences,variability,higher-than-usual Sulfur Dioxide emission rates etc... I find this helps to calm me in my current predicament feeling also that the volcano material acts as a metaphor for me being upset that I forgot my busking license. In my mind, I am watching for cars being engulfed in magma and feeling the sulpher dioxide wind on my face, but my mind is always somewhere. Actually, it is often right here, forming ideas and words for this blog. I am creating a virtual edition in my mind of a virtual space on the Internet. This is what a prisoner does: lives in a virtual volcano world.(living on the edge of insanity and the summit crater)

What am I eating?

Tonight I had curried gruel at the usual place in the corner of the cell. I also had bread with a continental crust. I have 2 imaginary friends called Hugo and Jim, who are looking happy and relaxed after their holiday. My imagined meal was different from the real one, Laos sausage, a crunchy rice dish with pork, green curry chicken. The only imaginary beer this place sells is VB( volcano beer) which goes down suprisingly well with the right mouthful of food.

What am I listening to?

I have been listening to a slave in the cell next door. over and over and over. He is singing track 9 from the popular record "9 volcanoes that blow me away". I have also been hopping and thinking about cat pie. The guy next door keeps yelling "woooooooopa" as his temper increases. I can't get these songs out of my mind, they play over and over in the silence.

What am I reading?

I am currently reading "Why volcanoes simmer down and die". It is a book about the problems that Volcanoes are facing in Asia today. Funnily enough, at a time when I am most sensitive to the hardship volcanoes have faced, I remembered something specific in my train of thought tonight. Once in Hawaii, a volcano mantle hissed and pushed its lava past me as I was trying to get to the sea. It was full of anger, rumbling as it tried to scare me with an eruption of molten rock. I ignored it and let it past, knowing full well that the lava was on me if I sat down. I had a mountain goat in my sights, If the lava came for me, I could ride the goat to safety,I was well prepared. I had the other prisoners and their struggle in my mind, probably more than they could have imagined.

What am I planning?

An Escape. A grand escape with lots of prisoners. We are looking for a helping hand at the moment, let me know if you have some good suggestions.

Who is inspiring me?

My parents. They escaped from a secret base in Italy in 1934 back in Napoli. They are now retired from the spy business and having a great time and travel really well for their age. I also heard about an old school friend Chris Fumarole, who has just had his fifth volcano expedition. My sister saw him recently and commented on how good a vulcanologist he is. I believe it, he was always going to be the coolest vulcanologist on the block. He was always letting off steam.

What am I doing?

I eat a single piece of bread with continental crust and curried gruel for breakfast, then I talk to Jim. At exactly 9.30 I stop my pushups and pace up and down the cell, knowing that I will walk into the wall at pretty much exactly 10am. My imaginary day finishes sometime between 5-6pm and my plans for the rest of the evening varies. Monday nights mean cockroach soccer, as do every second thursday night. The other nights are a mixed bag of magma, crystals, fragments of surrounding (unmelted) rocks, and dissolved gases. This usually ending pretty early as I like to get up early. This is why my blog has been suffering lately, I am my most creative in the late hours of the day.

Thanks to Marc Napoli for original material. =)

What to do if you want to watch DVD's but you don't have a DVD player

2005-09-21T09:32:00.000+10:00

If you have bought some James bond DVD's but you haven't bought a DVD player yet and you want to watch them, this is what you do. Take a DVD and open it. Take out the booklet that comes with the DVD and open that. Then start reading the booklet and just imagine the movie in your mind. You can glance at the pictures in the booklet for added effect or look at the cover of the DVD aswell and imagine that picture moving a bit.

Dinner party safety tips

2005-09-20T11:42:00.000+10:00

If you run out of Bollinger champagne during a celebration and you don't want guests to know, take a bottle of cooking wine and write the words "bollinger champagne" with liquid paper on the bottle. This should work for a while. If you run out of crisps, just find a potato and slice it up really thin , then dry the slices with a hair dryer for about 3 and a half minutes, put in bowl and serve. If you have to leave because you have to go to a gig,( that u forgot about) and you have no socks because you have just washed them, you can use a black artline and colour your ankles black.

chords from the ground track to life

2005-09-19T17:08:00.000+10:00

These chords are lovely to wear when on secret missions. They are comfortable and quite stylish. They add a nice element of danger to your wardrobe. Martini stains come out of these quite easily.

Chords from the soundtrack to life

2005-09-19T09:08:00.000+10:00

The Emaj7#5 chord is a lovely chord to
play when in the middle of a secret mission to help emphasize an atmosphere of tension and possible danger.

Supermarket soundtracks VOL 8

2005-09-17T09:11:00.000+10:00

The Orchestrated version of "the candyman" is featured heavily on this record. When played loudly and for long periods of time, this record can really upset your neighbours.......another way to upset your neighbours is to change the numbers on their postbox or write them an annoying letter and post it before you change the numbers on their postbox.

Thinking about things underwater can help

2005-09-16T14:08:00.000+10:00

To many bills to pay? Always seem to be doing lots of things with small gaps of time in-between and then doing more daily things? Well try thinking about all of this underwater. Years ago when I was in training in the Maldives, I had to endure an underwater training program to ensure survival and health in conditions that where wet and sea-like, namely the sea. We had to put together a pasta making machine on the edge of an underwater reef and I must say I did excel at this. What kept me going was the fact that I could reflect on my daily mundane chores from a new wet perspective. I watched the fish swim and the octopus squirt ink and I learned from this. The next time I was at home opening my bills and washing, I remembered my experience in the ocean and applied my new knowledge so I placed a fish on the bill until it was totally saturated with oil and I couldn't read it anymore. When I was doing my washing I bought an octopus from the fishmarket and squirted the ink into the washing machine over all my clothes thus giving my wardrobe a new black look. The experience of being underwater can be usefull in daily situations and i urge you to dive into the sea of modern day wisdom at your nearest beach. I tried playing my guitar underwater too but I couldn't hear it.

SPECIAL AGENT : "THE CROW"

2005-09-15T09:06:00.000+10:00

AKA: DAN GERMAN
A member of the secret agent orchestra specializing in the effects of sitting in arm chairs for longer than you thought you would after having 5 glasses of wine. This effect is measured by the angle of the head in relation to the chest in a seated position. The crow was on assignment in st Vincent de pauls in the 1990's.(this involved 2nd hand furniture,a black marker pen and some tape) This was an extremely dangerous time for the crow as he was locked in a furious battle with "BORIS" a member of M.Y.N.E.C.K.( maximum yang negating expensive crappy kitchness) This battle was later overshadowed by "The Sontarian Experiment"

Based in the west, the crow trained in underwater contemplation and mango tree fertilization. He is a member of P.T.A.A and the cheese and olive association. Known agents that have been seen with the crow include, Elvis,Davo,Korg 2000,shamus and Pulja asapaat (alias the dutch crutch). The crow and I first met while climbing mount versuvius on a mission to infiltrate the volcano people who where training flightless birds to move around fridge magnets with their beaks.( intentions of plan not fully understood yet) We met again at the BP service station in North Perth and various other places that had people and walls and houses and things all around.

The crow is known for his ability to invent and build almost anything. Except for alien planets,sea monsters and spaceships cos they are just made up by science fiction writers. Double agents and enemies beware of the bulldozer fists. The crows hands when clenched, are of a large and formidable size.

The Crow is known to receive secret messages from the taste of lime cordial. This method has not yet been understood but it has something to do with the amount of water involved. Other methods for sending and recieving secret information include, book binding,painting,drawing,making salads and spinach canneloni and turning everything upside down and painting it black.

spyral staircase

2005-09-09T09:23:00.000+10:00

drawn by gavotte 26 doriot way Carine WA

Mercedes 230E

2005-09-04T18:55:00.000+10:00

Just bought my self a Mercedes Benz 230E musical espionage mobile. This car features 4 wheels and an engine and a 3 pointed star at the front. Its a 1982 model, last of the real Mercedes. Electric sunroof, aircon, central locking. Ejector seat is standard. Also features Front and rear extending over-rider rams. Front firing .30 calibre Browning Machine guns behind the front indicators Retractable tyre slashers, Retractable rear bullet proof screen Radio telephone concealed in secret door compartment Radar scanner in racing type wing mirror, tracking screen in the cockpit Passenger ejector seat - roof panel jettisoned just before the seat is fired Oil slick ejector from nearside rear light cluster.Triple spiked nails (calthrops) from the offside rear light cluster. Cartridge for smoke screen released through the exhaust pipes. Revolving number plates (BMT 216A - UK, 4711-EA-62 - France and LU 6789 - Switzerland) Armaments draw under front driver seat Bullet-proof front and rear screens. It also has a guitar tuner and space on the dash for my Bart Simpson figurine.

2005-09-01T09:22:00.000+10:00

WHAT TO DO IF YOU
DON'T LIKE COCKROACHES

If you don't like cockroaches, try to think of something else like desks. But try to avoid thinking of desks with six or eight legs and a table top that looks like its a surf-board cockroachy type shape that is brown in colour.

2005-08-31T08:26:00.000+10:00

The perfect home made rocket
disguised as a salad.
( excerpt from the mission safety handbook)

At the fruit market write a nice letter to your contact and buy a small rocket.
If the essential oil is not in the rocket, go home then find a good bottle of this too. Speak in Spanish if possible. Track down the pine struts,( for the launching pad ) Parmesan grease and a good Airframe Coupler AC-13B. Garlic is also on the list. Find a jar. Crush the garlic and Centering Ring 13-18Ã and put it into the jar. Add oil and balsamic vinegar. Add salt and pepper and minimum diameter rocket tube.Shake. Wash your letter. Break up into nice bite sized pieces. Scoop out fin alignment jig and add to the lettuce. You can add some Spanish onion at this point if you like. Open the jar and spread its contents over the rocket. Grate the Conformal fairing pods over the top of it. Get in there with your hands and mix it all up. Once this is all done, throw your roasted Fin templates over the top. Without doubt,the sleek styling of this high-flying model will be the envy of all your rocket flying friends, and it really will look like a salad. The juiciest rocket fuelled rocket that looks like a salad ever made! Thanks to Agent Cram Ilopan for this one!

2005-08-29T08:07:00.000+10:00

Blindingly obvious guitar practice safety
(excerpt from the mission safety handbook)

When starting a practice session with the guitar, always find a comfortable place to sit. Never position yourself close to, or near a group of South American Sea Lions (Otaria flavescens,previously Otaria bryonia) especially when they are breeding. This could cause you serious harm or injury.

When about to start a practice session in a natural setting, never sit on or near a nest of stinging Fire Ants,(Solenopsis invicta),the dynamics,execution and interpretation of a song could be affected if you are stung.

right now

2005-08-26T16:31:00.000+10:00

Right now, someone is being born, someone is opening a letter, skipping over a hedge, looking at their teeth, killing someone, dropping an egg, thinking about their life as a series of vignettes and montages, getting a biopsy,feeling sick with fear as they are about to give someone a first kiss, laughing uncontrollably, right now someone is reading this.

2005-08-16T16:26:00.000+10:00

On Sunday I visited the Brett Whiteley studio in Surry hills. http://www.brettwhiteley.org
When I was 21 I Lived in Sydney fro the first time. I happened to walk into the Art gallery of NSW and witnessed the Brett whiteley Paris exhibition, 60 drawings in 60 days. I was very inspired. A couple of yrs later I was studying fine art in Perth WA. I was planning to come back to Sydney to visit Brett in his studio. A few weeks later he died of a Heroin overdose. Many years later I found myself in his studio which is now a public gallery. It has taken me three yrs to get there since living in Sydney again. It is tucked away in surry hills, the largest building in the street. As soon as you walk in you can almost feel his presence in the air. The space is still very much Brett's. Alchemy is a huge work which appears to dominate the ground floor space as you first walk in. I looked at a collection of drawings from his early days, screen prints, paintings and sculptures. He was very talented, you can feel the mans life in his lines and marks. I have always loved his work. I really felt like he was still there when I went upstairs to his living space. You can see his bed in his studio, his books, CD's as they were. I felt his sadness but I also felt his love of life in his work. I was so glad to have finally caught up with him so to speak. His Bed was surrounded by art books and pots full of brushes and paint. I could almost see him get up and out of bed to start work. There is an unfinished beach painting on the wall. Left as is. Maybe he knew he wanted to go to a beautiful place full of light and energy. I urge you to go. Go in, take your time, look , listen and enjoy this special place.

2005-08-06T13:02:00.000+10:00

GUITAR STRINGS -
HOW THEY CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE
( extracts from the mission safety handbook )

Always take guitar strings wherever you go. A cord stretched on an instrument and struck, plucked, or strummed will produce tones that will inevitably elevate you from depressive tendencies one associates with factors that occur that are contrary to a happy existence, thus saving your life. Aside from replacing broken ones during a gig they can be used for other more urgent situations. When lost in unknown hostile territory with rivers present, they can be used as fishing line. This will surely keep you alive if you catch fish with them. Just the thought of words relating to guitar strings could help you in a tight situation. For example, "these chords I am wearing will help me to run faster from that rabid dog because they are my favorite trousers" I can use rope to hold up my shower curtain because it keeps falling down" If I get a roll of seven I will be able to buy a property on the strand in this tense game of monopoly I am playing with my uncle. The word association alone when referring to guitar strings is enormous and could be explored further. Guitar strings can be used as shoelaces. Please leave your known suggestions in comments.

2005-08-04T13:12:00.000+10:00

MISSION SAFETY HANDBOOK
( lunchbox edition with washable cover )

About the mission safety handbook:
A wholesome,innocuous and positively uninjurious and risk-free guide to safe missions. Getting home for dinner at a reasonable hour and first go at sitting in the comfy chair is almost guaranteed. Known as a "paper haven", "page port" or "readable repository", the Mission Safety Handbook now comes with a washable cover.
Perfect for storing in your lunchbox next to your sandwiches and packet of crisps. This new improved design is by Blog post concept master "the crow". We will be publishing excerpts using our "when we feel like it" policy, like the recently viewed,"Tennis safety tips" . This new edition is vastly readable and a must for guitarists wanting to consumate missions free from crisis, double trouble, cumbersomeness and awkwedness. Please do not use this handbook to clean your ears or the ears of any large mammal with excess body hair as this is extremely dangerous and could cause you serious harm.

2005-08-04T00:21:00.000+10:00

BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TENNIS SAFETY
(extracts from the mission safety handbook)

When playing tennis, don't use live mice as tennis balls. This will surely injure them and they don't bounce very well. Also, refrain from conjuring up a mythical creature such as a Cyclops during a tennis game as this is very very dangerous and can be harmful.

place your bets?

2005-08-02T06:33:00.000+10:00

TITLE FIGHT

Eskimo Pie Man Vs Colonel Saunders

Possible comments made during the fight

Eskimo Pie Man : " you wanna piece of me? huh!"

Colonel Saunders : " im gonna spice up this fight boy!"

Eskimo Pie Man : " youre nothin but a fightless bird "

Colonel Saunders : " im gonna eat you alive pie man "

The Mosquito was hit by lightning in the rain

2005-08-01T11:02:00.000+10:00

I buzzed Malandro using my cuff - link simulator. I also used the litmus configuration to temper the tri - lopion zoter frequencies. The birds outside were flying, dreaming bird's daydreams and really feeling a claspyness in their little birdy feet. It was 9 am and by the sound of his voice, ( a mix of darth vader and barrywhite with a throat infection) Malandro was still recovering from night maneuvers somewhere deep in the African jungle. He was interrogating a native spy. This was to have adverse affects later in the mission. I waited .... A whole hour and then contacted Malandro when he was semi conscious...It was a better time. The pick up occurred a little later. We packed our guitars, synchronized simulators, and quietly preyed for the re-stocking of snickers bars in supermarkets and shops in New South Wales. We arrived early and entered the local pub that was continuously being renovated. We saw Mickey blue - eyes at the bar. His eyes were so blue. As blue as the reflection of a baby blue crayon in the blue eyes of a baby. We acknowledged each other with a slight nod. I ordered two martinis, shaken not stirred. Then Malandro told me to stop making stuff up to help make my blog sound more James bondian. ( we actually got a water and a beer) He told me that I was living in a fantasy world and that if I kept this up I would have to go and see a phychiatrist . He then realized that I was the one writing this blog and he didn't actually say or think the things that I invented about himself. Wait, even I am getting confused now. We knew the risks of the mission. We were to play onstage during the breaks of a local community group's radio play. We played the first two sets effortlessly, and in some songs I mean using no effort. The lighting was fabulous, it made us look completely different, fine, handsome, and excellent in our posture. We gently swayed to and fro to the rhythm of our guitar enriched soundscape. There was one contact we wanted to avoid, "PINHEAD". http://www.dougbradley.co.uk/ His cover was the head chef for the dinner in the great hall in Braidwood. His brief was to pretend he didn't know us, be rude to us and stand right in front of the door and be scary when malandro tried to enter the kitchen to get some coffee. Even though we were sensitive and fully mature in our physical growth, we were still scared to enter the kitchen. For there was a double agent working as a kitchenhand. Her name was B - NEGATIVE. This name was given to her because she was always bleeding from cuts on her hands at awkward moments with a negative attitude towards anyone in close range. Malandro copped it. When she served the food for him she smeared blood over the edge of the plate and Malandro shook in his Chilean shoes. Luckily PINHEAD gave us the codeword as we tried to rectify the situation by serving ourselves from the other platters. " don't take food from both plates, just take it from one" With this code delivered, we were able to leave the kitchen and run on stage to play the last set.
We quietly left the great hall. "The Lightning strikes a mosquito in the rain." I spoke these words in the car on the way home. They must mean something? We have been up for two days trying to decipher this random thought. Or is it random?. Did I pluck this from the collective unconscious or did someone give me this thought in the form of a lemon sherbert fountain http://www.sweetsforu.co.uk/product_info.php?products_id=262&osCsid=6c05fd55c31a0bc3ca9b5abe0fab7199 when I was 10 yrs old. A sleeper thought, a piece of information, waiting to surface in the future. We will all know in time. We have to go now, I just remembered I haven't eaten an apple in a month.

Draw closer

2005-07-25T17:02:00.000+10:00

drawing by gavotte
The things I keep inside my draw are beautiful, lonely and safe like the heart that has never loved. Everything is huddled together and silent in its darkness. Some corners of the draw are black, black as the crow, black as coal at the hearth's edge.Some parts are full of deep grey dapples and sometimes the light catches the edges of things. When the light catches the edges I click into gear. The gear clicks and I brush past the foliage that satisfies. The things I keep in my draw, want the light, need the light, they want to be more than the berries can ripen. Stay close, the geese in flight understand you for they are in full light, full flight and show off their courage in the beat of their wings. Gradually the light will work on the black corners of the crows mind. Someone will have a strong desire for the objects in the draw. Draw closer, and move apart. Be in the light but don't forget that you are born in out of darkness, this will give your flight a certain strength, as you move, a little further each day.

Lift your game not your coffee mug.

2005-07-22T11:04:00.000+10:00

Coffee is like an insecure friend. It gives you a warm safe feeling but in return it keeps you within its buzzing hazy perception of reality. It is saying, " I want you to be with me, but if you drink from my extracts, you will be constantly tethered to me like a dog to its charismatic master. This is how I start my days. This is the price you pay for coffee apart from the coins. Its the fee in the word, cof-fee. How do I stop. I want to run away from the coffee master. Lets see what happens. Breaking a habit like that not only frees you from the spoke of the wheel of habit but sets you up on a fresh starting block. This very thought alone is the beginning of a new level of learning. The fact that I am writing this is helping me to clarify this.

I must buy some more art materials.
Need to draw, observe, get out of my head, observe and investigate the world again. Last night I played tennis with Marc Napoli. Had a great game. Some advice for heady people or people who suffer from depression. Go and physically exhaust yourself in anyway possible. This really helps. It releases endorphines and it grounds you in your physical body. Its easy to forget you have a body remember?.

So the tennis was great, it was our first game and I am trying hard to remember how to play. Marc (the blog master)is a very good player, its because of all the time he spends on the net! I told him. (he is in IT) My serve started to come back I just have to work on all my other shots. Forehand isn't bad but my backhand and netplay is crap. Just need time. Its amazing how something so simple like tennis can be so satisfying and fun. It was great to spend time with the blogmaster, I like meeting new people and this can be difficult in Sydney. So, today I am working on the songs for the new CD. I love this new material and I cant wait to get it recorded. Oh hang on! My coffee master is calling me, he wants to take me for a walk . I will try to bite through the leash tomorrow.

Addicted to music

2005-07-21T10:43:00.000+10:00

Gordon(nodrog) and I played a concert in Liverpool on Tuesday at 12pm. It is organized by the council. Security guards stand next to the stage attemting to ensure our safety. I hailed a bus and headed for Central station, then boarded the train to Liverpool. Gordon was supposedly already on the train ahead of me. He had planned to get off at Strathfield and wait for my train, then join me for the rest of the journey. It turned out that nodrog was on a different line entirely and we just met at Liverpool station. The light was beautiful. I had a bad feeling about being there. I felt jumpy and was looking over Nodrog's shoulder. Liverpool never looked so romantic even though our audience consisted of a group of down and out drug addicts and vagrants. The lost people sit on a line of white plastic chairs in front of the stage. Some of them seem to enjoy the music. It's like George. A. Romero's Land of the dead. could almost imagine Micheal jackson jumping onto the stage and performing thriller. Apparently someone was stabbed only yesterday not five meters from the stage. This instilled us with a large amount of performance confidence. Nodrog and I played rather well that day. We used the P.A. This was operated by the security guard. A huge fat New Zealander with a crew cut and baby moustache. We played our songs and improvised melodies and left with a good feeling. I hope what we played rubbed off on some of these people. On the train ride back I drew Nodrog (picture available for viewing under this blog) and said goodbye to him and our special adventure . looprevil. When a word has evil in it backwards, you know there's something wrong. But even so, I could still feel the presence of angels. I could almost see them in the turn af a head or the lilt at which somebody ties their shoelace.

Agent Nodrog Nat

2005-07-19T15:43:00.000+10:00

A member of the secret agent orchestra from New Zealand. Favourite interogation method : Donkey technique. The people who made nodrog are known to be from Portugal and China. Nodrog's cover was as a rock guitarist in New Zealand. During this time he was involved in many dangerous missions in Greater Outer Mongolia and the Congo. Nodrog would play flashy guitar solos while sending secret codes to a satelite in space with his cuff - link simulator. Other codes were sent through eratic lip movements while playing guitar. This message technique was known as "the kiss of the parrot fish". He was often late for missions. Most of his actions , movements and decisions were controlled by the "gatekeeper". He has been seen spending alot of time at the casino. He was overheard talking as if he were a double agent. Could this be true? he was heard saying " just the two of us, building castles way up high, just the two of us, we can make it if we try" Could the reference to building castles be read as a subconcious yearning to overthrow S.A.O and build his own in its place? Further updates on Nodrog will be posted.

9 and a half things that happened today

2005-07-17T17:02:00.000+10:00

i wanted to crawl under the bed covers with all my clothes on again.
coffee and a bacon egg rocket wrap
Movie: The miracle of bern, 2 strangers gave me a free ticket outside the cinema
Long conversation with Marc napoli from Bondi Markets
Went to get lunch, shop was closed, went to the pub, they had stopped serving. Nothing until 5.30. The Australian siesta exists. It is not fiction.
Felt more like crawling under bed covers.
Stared at my computer screen wondering what to write in this bit.
indoniesian food - randwick
Movie(s) house of wax, sin city - watched under the "choose a door" policy*

Operation : COLDFINGER

2005-07-16T08:01:00.000+10:00

We left the drop off zone at 5.30pm. Mission objective: To arrive at gig on time, play guitar music, eat din dins and leave before we freeze to death cos we are playing outside. Destination: George's restaurant in Castle crag . Population: Two customers. Well four to be exact but the first two leave after 20 minutes so that leaves two. We use the special tunnel to get under the harbour, funny thing is... everybody else is using it too! I thought it was our secret mission starting tunnel! About half way through, activities started grinding to a halt. Someone had broken down, or had they? Was this the turning. The point of no return where a man with a club foot was waiting for us? What did he have planned for us? Did he want the formula for Malandro's cufflink simulator? Malandro told me to stop using my farfetched imagination to help turn a mediocre blog entry into something more entertaining for the readers. I agreed to stop making stuff up. But then I told him that if I stopped making stuff up, then the suspension of disbelief would be broken. Anyway, it was just a man in his car looking silly and embarrassed. Let me just say, he wasn't a popular chap at that moment. We arrived well on time and got ready for the biochemical process of regeneration via the use of heat, fusion and using shiny tools. Otherwise known as - eating dinner. We ate, and started playing. Hands, cold, freezing! Cant play...arms feeling heavier...fingers freezing up, Cant hold on much longer!...Am losing will to play....help! Aaaaah! yes!yes! its arrived!.... our first break. We sit there drinking our coffee and warming our hands. Coffee I believe has qualities that stir the unconscious mind. Dark creamy mysteries await in every cup. In this instance malandro is unconscious! Wake up! we have to play! Later that night, the couple that were there, got up and danced to our song. We also got up and danced together augmenting the moment. This helped us warm up and feel better. We also looked rather silly. Where to next? not even we know that, until we receive the next mission directive.

Return ticket $9.80

2005-07-15T00:28:00.000+10:00

photo taken courtesy of Gordon Tan's camera. photo by Gavotte
A message blurts out of the loud speaker system. When the driver speaks, i can hear a loud croaky buzz. It sounds like the driver's cabin is swarming with bees. The man to the left of me is sleeping. He is clutching a black plastic bag with a gold overprint. The overprint is a repeated pattern like you find on wallpaper. The design of the pattern is like a William Morris design, very repititious and very elegant. He is an old man. He starts to snore then clears his throat and breathes heavily. To the left of me is an old lady. I can see her tightly permed grey curls on the back of her head. Next to her is a young girl. Both are quiet. The two men in front of the old man have dark blue baseball caps on. The man behind me is listening to music and reading the paper. We just passed under a bridge. The light is beautiful. Soon I will be able to see the Hawkesbury river. A child just said the word "yellow". Now she is laughing. Before I boarded the train, I looked around and saw everybody smoking and playing with their mobile phones. I am glad I am on the train. Who are these people? Where are they going? The train station is full of mystery and unrevealed stories. We are all moving together in a metal tube on wheels. I can feel the tracks. The friction vibrates up through the bones of my feet and legs. The train is moving. The earth is moving. The universe is expanding. My pen is moving. The scenery is moving. A man sits down next to the left of me. He looks like David Niven. He is chewing something. His mouth is moving.

place your bets?

2005-07-12T11:25:00.000+10:00

TITLE FIGHT

HUMPHREY.B.BEAR Vs MICHELIN MAN

Possible comments made during the fight by
Michelin man : "im going to tyre you out!"
Humphrey b Bear : I'll hit you with my bear knuckles!"
Michelin man : "i'll win round one, round two etc... cos i am round!"
Humphrey b bear : "rubbish im home-phrey! looks like you have a punch-er!" (puncture)

I drink, therefore i am

2005-07-12T09:11:00.000+10:00

Have been working on a new cd recently. Its a long involved process but very satisfying and challenging. This will be my 3rd cd. Gordon Tan ( Nodrog Nat) "This is gordon's name backwards." Try it with yours and you will see : ) plays with me now as the other half of the urban gypsies. There is so much other stuff going on at the moment i just cant explain. My name is Nivag Etobil backwards. Anyway i have to keep focused. I want to exersice every day . I did for a time but my consistency is very inconsistent. Does anyone out there have any ideas? Does anyone want to play tennis with me? I have just bought a new raqcuet. I keep picturing Bjorn Borg during the heat waves of the late 70's. So i have written all the new material, there is more of a funk/latin influence in this music. Gordon and i are recording rough mixes on thursday so we can give them to the bass player and drummer to listen to before the studio recording. Add some charts to the mix, and hopefully we will be fully prepared to not waste any money in the studio. This project should sound great with the bass and drums/percussion added. We also want to use Oud and violin in some of the parts. Brief history of the oud part of the blog approaching >The roots of the Oud, can be found before 3500 years ago in Persia, where it was called Barbat (oud). The ancient Egyptians used the oud and we are hoping to tap into part of that collective historical unconcious. I am still looking for a guitar that i like. Its along story but i have had problems trying to find an instrument i can feel a connection with. Just had a funny thought for a proposed boxing match - "Humphrey b. Bear Vs the Michelin man" in the ring, just imagine that fight ? hilarious. Well, i need to find someone to do regular exercise with otherwise my inner - shelf ( the place where i leave all the things i planned to attend to) becomes full and cluttered. Musicians need exercise! We spend so much time in our heads. I do have a body you know, because somedays i just forget that i have one. Sometimes i forget that i need water to survive and hours go by without a drop. Thats it, i must drink water again.

Gavotte : a brief history of time

2005-07-11T11:22:00.000+10:00

I grew up in Crowborough Sussex. http://www.villagenet.co.uk/ashdownforest/villages/crowborough.php
I used to play soccer in the streets, the parks, anywhere i could with all my little friends. We were living in a little world then. Because we were little people. The summer evenings seemed to never end and i loved playing and being outside. My Parents were always fantastic.(and now even better) I always felt safe and encouraged and i love them dearly. My sister shelly is very special to me even though then we did tease each other to pieces sometimes. Even then, even though i was unaware, i was being watched, observed and earmarked as the next guitar playing secret agent of the future. Every time i used my catapault on rabbits in the forest i was inadvertantly training my eye for future target applications. I never did get that scalectrix car set i wanted for xmas in 1977. I got my first spy set when i was 9. It had a Magnifying glass, secret code maker thingy and some other stuff that i just cant remember. At that stage, I had still never read any articles on the " enigmatic construction of an oiltanker using a card board material, if u happened to run out of plate steel". I Had a fine time ducking in to the tuck shop before and after school with my friends sucking on lemon sherbets and eating little coke bottles. The sweets, ( or lollies, australian translation) not the glass ones. der. Oh yes and i ate many packets of crisps. I remember falling flat on my face outside our house and splitting my chin open. I still have the scar. God that hurt. Let me see, i need to keep this brief, ok, at somepoint during my boyhood in England I was whisked away in the "Mr Whippy ice cream van"( i -screamed) and trained in the art of being a jazz/latin guitaist international secret agent. In the meantime i was replaced by a body double who lived in my home so as my parents didnt notice. (it was ginger hicks from up the road, he is working in a Danish pig farm at the moment undercover. so dont tell anyone, ok? Or you will blow his cover. He dyed his red hair obviously to look like me, thats why he was called ginger . I was released at 12, and they said i could eat all the ice cream i wanted and have three flakes in the cone instead of one!. My family moved to Australia when i was 12. This was quite a shock even with all my exstensive training. I had to adapt, improvise and buy a coca cola yoyo. Everyone was rocking the baby and doing round the world with their yoyos. Sometimes i felt like iwas on the end of a string, and someone from the scret agent orchestra had the other end tied aroung their finger. This was Perth in the early 80's. I was safe for now. I was a sleeper, an agent waiting for orders in a strange climate. I had alot of red cordial. I was settling in to como senior high school. A terrible school. I was bullied and treated badly for being English. This continued at Wanneroo senior high school and it got worse. I did occaisionly get to go on missions globetrotting, climbing on roofsin constantinople, travelling on donkeys in Morrocco, reading 2000AD annuals in the French riviera, But then my body double was sent away, i had to go back to geography class in Perth. I was pretty crap at school apart from art and eating my lunch. I did get jealous of other kids lunch boxes cos they had packs of golden wonder smokey bacon flavour crisps http://www.taquitos.net/snacks.php?snack_code=900 and mini chocolate bars in theirs. Im going to condense the end bit. I studied graphic design fro 3 yrs when i was 17. Well this was my cover. I was actually a splinter cell in the russian embassy collecting info and codes an stuff. Then i did a fine art degree and finally 3 yrs of jazz study at the Perth conservatorium. I had many yrs of living the espionage life in between and playing many gigs as a jazz/latin guitarist. In Fact that is now my main cover.
So keep quiet! The Mr whippy man could come at any moment to take you away and change your life forever! The last three yrs i have been in Sydney on a mission of great importance. This will be revealed in later posts. Im afraid i must go, my cuff-link simulator is blinking!

The elephant of disappointment

2005-07-11T08:17:00.000+10:00

Last night we ate at an indian restaurant in crows nest. "The indian ocean" restaurant. I was expecting to eat cows that had been harvested in the sea or a plate full of curried oysters and crab rogan josh. It was just a regular indian restaurant not a hybrid imaginary restaurant run by Catptain ma hat ma coat Bhaji. The waiter didnt seem to have a sense of humour. He wasn't getting my punjabs, or my jabs at his lack of pun. I said, " we want some naan bread, but dont tell me theres naan left! he he, "... He didnt laugh. I thought he would say something like, "what a poppadum thing to say sir" in the silliest indian accent you can imagine, but he didnt. Well anyway i was still expecting something abundant, something treasure like in its appearance reminiscent of what the sea has lying in its depths. I just have to say....... it didnt happen. A tiny bowl with 4 or 5 pieces of lamb appeared swimming in a sea of vindaloo sauce. Well at least there was reference to the sea, little lambs lost at sea. That might give you an idea of the scale of the curry. The chicken dish was full of bones that cheats you from receiving the amount of chicken you want. I felt like i was responding like a child, with that sense of disappointment that comes when wake up thinking its saturday but its actually friday and you have to go to school. Anyway after the meal i didnt say anything, as usual i just felt like i wanted to grab mahatmacoat and brave the wind and slight rain. The gig at New Orleans Cafe was ok. Yes i have moved on now from the elephants of dissapointment stamping out ones expectations. We played for the usual 3 sets. The winter leaves were building up around my feet as i played slow medium and fast guitar with Malandro. Yes this mission was a hot and cold one. I have started using a slightly different way of holding my pick when playing. It is an improvement and i can go into that in more detail in future blogs. P.S we played in key of C. ( sea) We also used scales and thought it was swell.

Malandro : goldfingers

2005-07-10T11:13:00.000+10:00

A member of the secret agent orchestra from Chile. The papers from the lost dossier found in the back of a hyundai getz indicate a magnificent maple-syrup like addiction for malandrism . Malandrism is an unstoppable urge to be at one with the most dramatic and addictive stage of a secret mission. Malandro was last seen smoking 4 cigarettes on one side of his mouth while holding two martinis in the other hand. Malandro's left shoulder was at an angle of 37 degrees in relation to the straight marble slab on the concierge's desk. He was seen sending a secret signal from his cufflink simulator. A photograph ( slightly murky and out of focus) was presented to the S.A.O. It was confirmed to be an underwater photograph of Malandro 50 metres deep, just off the west coast of India. He was observed to have been scubadiving with a certain amount of embarrasment, and he was using his mobile phone. This was the last known whereabouts of Malandro. An extensive search has been deployed. We believe he has gone underground, under cover and possibly being housed by family members. The only possible link to his position we fear can only be attained through "the Gate keeper". The Gate keepers history is sketchy at best, but he or she has been on the S.A.O's wanted list for at least a week. The gatekeeper is related to the D.D.T organization. So if we take all the evidence- cufflink simulator, underwater phone conversation, watery embarrassment and the gate keeper - we end up with this equation. S.A.O + D.D.T divided by the above facts = a fluid phone cuffulation wateryment embarkeeper. We are one step closer to the truth.

9 things that happened today

2005-07-09T21:24:00.000+10:00

coffee and a chocolate croissant.
i used my new listerine (citrus less intense)
A cat looked at me as if it was remembering a time when it could run freely in the egyptian shadows and sun speckled courtyards.
The rain fell and settled around the objects that sit on the earth, then some of it evaporated, reminding us that everything must pass.
Two guitars became something greater than when they are alone. When a human and a guitar meet, sparks fly and all around rejoice!
A one point perspective, set free from the source, known as a human being, moved his fingers in a relevant way of expressing a language of symbols. These symbols, when viewed together in a fashion that is easily accessed, reveal a beautiful idea that can be hummed along by anyone willing to co- pilot.
Someone with black tight trousers and a black t-shirt walked passed me at the rozelle markets and nearly walked into someone.
I met Marc Napoli and Sue. Characters in my own personal screenplay revealing themselves to me. A Wonderful moment.
I had a conversation with an egyptian taxi driver.

The sugar factory

2005-07-08T17:41:00.000+10:00

I painted this image of the sugar factory in Perth on the banks of the swan river just before it was demolished. Probably to make way for a hyper-space by-pass. This is the beginning bit of Fridays blog. Well, the beginning bit just after the very beginning. People are refining their sweetness as we read. Life is sweet, bittersweet, but the refining continues...even when it rains and theres a hole in the factory roof and some of the sugar gets gooey. We want to walk out the otherside smelling sweet and having that aftertaste in our mouths. It would be nice to walk out before they start demolishing the walls and doorframes. Today i basked in the glory that was . . . my roast beef roll with gravy. I peeled off pieces of the crust and gently gave it to a magpie. We shared the park bench. When i looked into the magpie's eye, i saw the universe. I gave it three pieces and walked away saying goodbye. Today was a good day. There was no sign of the factory demolishon team. Just a friend that would fly away with the knowledge that a man gave it bread, and that was a sweet thing to do. Maintaining, refining, i am drinking my wine. As i made my way home, i looked at all the sugar cubes going about their business on the streets of paddington, yes i thought , we are all well and truly still in the factory, but its not going to be knocked down today, no , not yet.

some of my art school drawings

2005-07-08T11:48:00.000+10:00

secret agent orchestra

2005-07-07T20:06:00.000+10:00

The secret agent orchestra is now active! Welcome to my first blog ever! The secret agent orchestra moves to and fro to the melody of espionage and suspenseful chords. My chords are often suspended buy my suspenders that hold my chords up. But it does get suspenseful when my chords come down! I bought them at a common jeans shop. I take another sip of my wine recommended by marc-adrian Napoli. I wonder what my next mission directive will be? Does it involve me practising guitar every day to the tick of a metronome and looking at my key as i insert it into the lock every day, day after day. I can complain about my wine but can i wine about my complaints? It has been a depressing time of late, The edges of each 3.7 minute blocks are merging together. Like my perception of reality and reality itself, is there a distinction? Or does everything exist only as i experience it? Well I am surrounded by dirty clothes and a crumpled chocolate wrapper. And i feel like crawling into bed under the covers with all my clothes on. Does anybody else do that? It feels nice. Until the second time, i have to figure out how all this blog stuff works.