Cormac McCarthy is amazing

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The Necks - Live - The Basement Monday September 26.

Went and saw
The Necks at one of their fave haunts on the second last date of their tour.

We had a group of 8 in a stall off to the side of the stage, viewing Tony Buck’s and Chris Abrahams’ back. You wouldn’t think this was a good vantage but in the words of Kiersten, Buck was “like some mad drumming spider creature” on the skins…

Their first piece was soft, somnanbulent to begin, soft grand piano motifs coming and going with expert use of foot pedals from Chris Abrahams. Like chimes, played backwards. Very odd. After 15 mins some of us felt like the soundtrack to our lives had gotten stuck in a particularly slow part of the record, but the build of the piece slowly dragged all of us in. Microscopic investigation of one piano note featured in one section while Lloyd Swanton gently provided the heartbeat at the back of the stage. Slow crescendo is an understatement. A laptop was on stage which I think was providing sound effects of strange irons clunking, random and unsettling.

There was also a single ceiling fan rotating sooooo slowly as though stopping, going at about ¼ revs per second, but never stopping, never speeding up. The night was even more Lynchian!

Tony Buck gave two alternating effects on his cymbals with single brush stabbing in a fast crescendo-diminuendo, which then reappeared at double-speed as he hit different cymbals on the down and up strokes. Enjoyable for the exploration of micro and repeated sounds once again. Sometimes it’s nice to hear something small scale explored and over explored, in a showy world.

A nice looking old couple walked out, not just for a cigarette. What it was doing to their ears I am not sure.

Time did it’s usual mid-Necks-gig standstill and the piano and cymbals increased volume and intensity. The piece forced us to re-assess harmony and dissonance and find something beautiful. Were it out of context of a 50 minute piece I may be cringing, Chris Abrahams’ piano whirled around searching the room for curious resonances and leaving no stones unturned. Coming off the boil slowly, the piece wound down and was suddenly over, but the stop caught the crowd by surprise and it took a few seconds for us to wake into applause.

Worth a mention was the table of CD’s on sale out front of the gig which seemed to have more content than many jazz sections of most music stores you would visit.


The second piece started with a strong Swanton lick, impossibly fast and funky after the first set! I didn’t think they could sustain the pace, it was cracking… the Necks had had their weetbix that day though.

Abrahams started to double the bass line on his piano and then add some colour to it. A low-end exploration it was to be then, whether they had worked out this progression before the gig I do not know and don’t care. That confounded ceiling fan was still rolling around on comatose too

This piece was to be a Buck showcase, as his left hand threw down a swinging hat rhythm and his right provided a strange ratchet sound across the snare rim with some strange device. On top of this a kick drum boom bap every bar added to the quasi-funk of the movement. He seemed to be reveling in the “human feel” as though he was the great antidrum-machine, every couple of bars pausing for an instant to come back in swinging.

Meanwhile the bass was lifting and providing a warm and fast riff, and the piano was being used more like a harp, with waves of 10-20 notes at a time sustained in a beat-less wash, like a 5 foot choppy swell a kilometre off shore. Tony Buck kept adding extra beats to his already busy patterns, and they were coming on like an orchestra. They sometimes seem so much more than a 3 piece jazz band, in full flight it is so complete you almost get musical indigestion.

This was a swingin piece for a Monday night and there were many in the crowd tapping feet and hands. You get the feeling they could have gone on for hours, each shifting slightly when needed, Abrahams up or down the piano stool for access to his chosen palette, Swanton taking out his bow for some long deep blasts on the double bass, Buck now swinging on two cymbals AND the kick AND the hihat pedal all in manic slightly off-kilter funk. All the way to a softening and a gentle exit to great applause.

I wonder what the last show of their tour was like on Tuesday – if only I could have slept more last night I would go again…

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Chinese Horoscope Animals.

Thanks to John Montroll, the American Origami creator for these designs.



Ram.


Snake.


Ox.


Rabbit.


Rooster.


Boar.


Horse.


Monkey.


Dog.


Rat.


Tiger.


finally... Dragon.


Yes OK it may be argued that I have too much time on my hands.

Some of these took a while to make but were all worth it. All photographed on the range, in their natural habitat, e.g. the couch. Next stage is to make the wildlife documentary - send me your scripting ideas and I will make the documentary. David Attenborough will eat his heart out when he sees this on the screen...

Ah, the drama on the wild savannah, the rampant tiger hunting rabbits and boars, awakening to the crow of the rooster, monkey high in the trees, rabbit furtively leaves shelter only to be chased by the wild... dragon?

Seeya bye

Monday, September 19, 2005

So why don't I eat meat?

Why why why indeed. Oh such a good question...

Since at various times I get asked this question and it takes me about 10 minutes to give any sort of answer I think the question deserves, I'm going to have a shot here.

I warn you it's a big shot and will take a while to read. Sorry, you may want to grab a chupa-chup and hunker down.

Firstly, I'm pesco-vegetarian. I eat seafood. Very occasionally I will have some kangaroo when my body feels like it really needs a hit of protein and iron and other things. 99% of the weeks I would have around 2 seafood dishes and the rest vegetarian. I am not vegan. I think that's a nice idea but find the restriction on diet too hard. Also I like my leather shoes and belt and get a lot of use out of them.

So I'm going to break it down into reasons why.

Meat is Murder - background to me as a vego.
Ecological footprint - hooves vs paws vs lentils.
Taste - Spice, variation, polystyrene.
Speciesism - Peter Singer and racism extended logically.
Catch and eat your own food.
Health - chemicals, hormones, or not.

Meat is Murder:

This is a title of a heart-rending song by The Smiths in the 1980's and it inspired both attempts for me to try to turn vegetarian (I am going to use that word interchangably with pesco-vegetarian. There is a difference and I'll go into it later.) " ...Sizzling blood and the unholy stench of Murder" to describe a kitchen in these terms is really harsh, I know, but it's the truth.

The sounds of abbatoir and sawing intersperse this dreamy minor key wander through Morrissey's kitchen nightmare, and it is a heartwrenching tale of murder and barbarism by proxy.

The first attempt I had at the vegetarian diet was while I was still at home under Mum's cooking - and she wasn't the world's most inspiring veggy cook. No offense Mum, I mean you knew how to cook the BEST meals in the Italian and Indian style, but you were feeding a family who loved their meat, and their veg on the side. And you just weren't needing to explore spices and vegetarian ingredients quite as much as I would have needed, because the meat was there to provide a focus. I think that attempt took me about 2 weeks to be forgotten.

Ecological footprint:

There is a concept which I came across at the Powerhouse Museum here in Sydney at a future-oriented exhibition which challenged you to find how much land on the Earth you are personally needing to sustain your way of life.

For example, someone who owns a great hulking metal car and uses lots of fuel is going to have a a larger plot of land going towards their lifestyle than someone who rides a bike and grows their own food.

Take the test here and work out how many Earths you need to sustain your lifestyle. I need 3.7 Earths. That means, if on average everyone used what I used in terms of resources, we would need 3.7 earths. That's less than most Australians, but only about 3/4 of our average. So I'm not doing very well. Take the test here for yourself.

Why am I going into this? Because meat eaters, specifically cows and other hooved animals use lots of land and are fairly inefficient little protein makers. They take lots of husbandry to rear, feed, then kill, transport, cut up, package, and get to your fridge or freezer, or McDonalds. That's a lot of steps and a lot of land devoted to it, which can't be used for anything else, and so to me it seems that should be a luxury, not the basis for a diet.

That's actually why I eat kangaroo if I eat red meat. First, it is a wild animal and has had a free life in all probability. Also it's paws have not contributed to soil erosion. Also one roo feeds many people. It's usually culled, and killed with one shot. And it's a lean, high protein meat so you don't need to eat much. Sorry to all you Skippy fans protective about roo, but it's actually very tasty!
Which leads me to...

Taste:

I think that when I opened myself to the glory that is SPICE it actually became possible to create a varied diet for myself which was still pesco-vegetarian. Back when I worked in the kitchen at the Eagle on the Hill Hotel in Adelaide, under the marvellous French chef Patrice, I learned so much about the joy of spice that I wondered how I had ever lived without it. The joy of saffron, cinnamon, coriander, and the rest... mmmm...

Now I really love to add spice to my meals. I like to have ginger, turmeric and honey with warm soy/milk at the end of a night. Make a Thai Tom Yum soup from scratch with lemongrass, chilli, garlic and the rest. Add basil to sandwiches (good to ease flatulence problems too) and generally be a spice slut.

Once I learned about herbs and spice it was time to tame the tofu. Depending on what you do with it, yes, it can be polystyrene foam. But it can be marinated in soy, beer, chilli, fish sauce and garlic overnight and thrown onto the barbecue or frypan and made a damn tasty part of your dinner. At the moment, tempeh (a dark brown pre-marinated soy bean patty) is a satisfying heavy protein for me, with its own delicious taste.Lebanese food, Indian food, Thai food, Italian food. You can explore these wonderful culinary influences and not even think about meat.

If you want to know about vegetarian cookbooks, look no further than Moosewood restaurant cookbook. It comes out every year and has guest chefs all the time from around the world. "Sunday's at Moosewood" is the book I know and love.

Speciesism:

There is a strong movement against racism in Australia and in many progressive societies. People are generally becoming more tolerant of diversity and intolerant of ill treatment of minorities or those from different backgrounds. It is recognised by many that people are very similar on the inside, whatever the outside looks like they still feel pain, still like to be happy, and still exist in the interdependant web of life.

Well to me the same can be said for animals. If you discriminate against animals and contribute to their unhappiness, short and painful life, and then premature death, it's something you need to weigh up - decide if you can contribute to the injustices done to animals.

Veal is a case in point. The word actually used to describe a calf who was taken from its mother before it started to eat grass - when the calf meat starts to get slightly tougher. The most sought after and "best" veal is light coloured - anaemic, but tender meat. However to get the best veal that means placing the creature in a sun starved pen. Sections of the veal industry worked out that they could keep the animals away from the light and grass, standing in tiny pens with slotted floors, so tiny that the veal is stopped from sleeping, or having anything else to do. The more restrictions on movement, food and light, the highest grade veal. What this did to the minds of the calves, deprived of mother, sunlight, grass, sleep or open space, is mindboggling. Since I could never with a conscience contribute to such a crime, it is easy for me to give up veal.

Other animals have confinements and pain too. They don't tell you about it on the package of meat. Read Peter Singer.

Catch and eat your food:

Once upon a time at scout camp(yes stop laughing) I and my group, or patrol, were given a live chicken and some vegetables and told that it was dinner. That was a memorable day - by turns hilarious, disgusting, macabre, surprising, and eventually somewhat triumphant. I discovered what the guts of a chicken looked like, and Shane Bradley discovered that you need to make sure your knife is very sharp before you try to slit a chicken-neck.

It taught me the difficulty of dealing with killing and treating a creature for a meal, and how the ugly parts of the process are removed from plain view - plucking the bird, killing it, gutting it, and cleaning thoroughly. (It was pretty amazing to see 20 tiny egg yokes inside the chicked waiting to be formed into eggs and lain though.) Since then I've thought that this was a great experience and that it should be mandatory for meat eaters!

I eat fish and squid and other sea creatures. Some of which I catch, gut, scale and cook. It feels empowering to do this, but I do certainly feel sad to end a life when I do it. The reason I eat sea creatures and not land animals or birds is that I feel my diet needs the protein sometimes. One day I hope to give up seafood too. But also, when I look in the eyes of a fish, I don't get the same recognition that I do when I look at a cow, or even a chicken. There seems to me to be a level of awareness and brain activity which is higher in land animals.

Health:

It's healthier to have a mostly vegetarian diet. Your body can process the food more easily and keep itself running better, not get so clogged. It's cheaper too, for your wallet and the environment. And you ingest far less unknown chemicals and hormones. Who knows what effect a lot of chicken or bovine growth hormones have upon young children, on their physical and mental development.

Also, when a cow follows its friend up the ramp towards death, with the walls getting tighter and it hears screams, and realises it will die, its glands inject adrenaline - chemicals - into the bloodstream. The chemicals are from fear, and they sour the taste of the meat somewhat. Not a nice description, sorry, but true. Not chemicals I want in my body, which is after all, my temple.

It's possible to eat a mix of beans and rice together, and get proteins which you get from meat. Eating the beans OR the rice won't do it. Food combination is a lost art. Ayurvedic (Indian natural medicine) won't mix dairy and seafood together. Have you ever noticed the noises your stomach makes after a creamy fish pasta or tuna mornay? Not so good. Here's a semi-technical pdf on it.

Our teeth are often raised as an argument for eating meat however there are more "chewing and grinding" teeth in our mouth than 'tearing and ripping" teeth. Humans have developed past this anyway with our relatively affluent society here in Sydney able to eat meat at every meal, or with no meals.

Whew! you made it. How is that beef jerky tasting?

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


A random section of my cd collection.

OK so here is shelf 3 of my little cd holder which is one of many shelves and collections I have.
I'll talk you through it.

A Certain Ratio: To Each...
This record is a reissue from Soul Jazz records and features the very early Manchester sound of Factory records. You'll see these weird jazz/dub/pop hipsters on the excellent film 24 Hour Party People with their trumpets. Joy Division fans go and get this record and hear a true contemporary to them.

the streets: a grand don't come for free
Such a natural, Mike Skinner. About the only album I have from the last 10 years which actually tells a story. I guess that makes it a concept album - music is nothing flash, let me tell you. The beats are far better imho on the 1st record Original Pirate Material. But the amazing thing is his delivery and lyrics. So listenable, so easy to empathise with his world of inner city London day to day life.

THE DIVINE COMEDY: Absent Friends
The most recent album from a long time favourite of mine. Neil Hannon another one man auteur from the UK and one whose romanticism and musical genius never fails to sway. The title track I was coincidentally playing a lot when Dean passed away. He sang the song So Long And Thanks For All The Fish on the recent Hitch Hikers Movie.

R.E.M. : Reckoning
Their second and best album. All you fans of current R.E.M. go back and hear where they came from. Is still in my top 3 records of all time. Especially the re-issue with Tighten Up, Moon River, and Wind Out. "Jefferson I think we're lost..." My good mate Rod named his Volkswagen car after Jefferson Holt, R.E.M.'s manager.

THE SAINTS: ETERNALLY YOURS
Powerful guitar music from a seminal Australian rock group. I saw Ed Kuepper (guitars) live recently with Jeffery Wegener on drums and as ever, Ed blew minds. The track that did it for me that night was actually Honey Steels Gold, swaggering massive guitar song that it is.

Broadcast: Pendulum
5 track single from Ha Ha Sound. If you're in the slightly off-key mood for Broadcast they can be transcendent. Beautiful use of keyboards and the 1960's "proper" female English vocalist sound.

V8: NO MORE NOISE
A Jazz CD of local muso from Sydney Ben Savage. Have only heard it a couple of times, Ben's wild sax and consummate musicians makes for a fun listen. I find it hard to wrap my head around jazz at the moment. My dad Greg thinks in all seriousness that all music is moving towards jazz. Hmmm. No time to debate that here, Greg...

2 Many DJ's: As heard on radio soulwax v2
What a party disc. Electroclash (which I always thought should have been called the slightly more sensually descriptive Electrolash. Great collection.

massive attack: protection
I have been bought this cd at least twice. Not that I'm not appreciative, I am a big fan of Tracy Thorn's vocal on the title track and many other lovely grooves on this one. But I prefer Mezzanine. Personally. I know many will prefer Blue Lines. But I got into them too late.

Dredge: Suppressed Technology
Actually an instrumental disc of my music from the analog 4-track bedroom days. Healthy improvisations, tacky drum sounds, understated charm. And some unabashed hero worship in me ripping off wholesale an Underground Lovers riff and making it into some weird electro 808 track. Kind of like looking at awkward teenage photos of yourself.

CAN: CANNIBALISM
Collection from the Krautrock wonders. Actually I like this, but prefer Ege Bamyasi and the CAN dvd, which I completely recommend to everyone interested in hearing some WILD music. You think the Red Hot Chilli Peppers are WILD? heh... Delve, mate, delve.

JAY-Z: THE BLACK ALBUM
Once again, I prefer something else by this guy - or actually by him and DJ Danger Mouse, the Grey album, Beatles (white album) vs Jay-Z (black album) which is a banned record you can download here.

COLDER: AGAIN
A real treat from a Frenchman. Got onto them through 2ser and DJ Gemma here in Sydney. I didn't like much French music apart from Stereolab, who most French hate anyway. But M83, Colder, Francoise Hardy, Air and others have shown I was not really on the case. This record is such a lovely mellow post dub excursion with the clean French lines and nonchalant vocals lost in the mix.

THE SOFT PINK TRUTH: DO YOU WANT NEW WAVE OR DO YOU WANT THE SOFT PINK TRUTH
The only record title that won't fit on in one line with that font size. What a complex, gutsy, hilarious, ROCKING slice of electro-grit this is. A homo edge to it which will put off a lot of people, but no need, it's just a great stomping bunch of cover versions of new wave rock tracks done with electronic instruments by one half of Matmos. And it's a triumph because he has real respect for the tracks, but messes with them in the interpretations, oh yes.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Ghostly girlfriend NYE2005

This was a nice little accidental layering from my camera NYE 2005 down near Circular Quay in Sydney. Celine and I were checking out the fireworks. She doesn't like the photo, or says she doesn't. Personally I think it's lovely.

NYE is a tricky night; after this session of admittedly impressive skyblasting there was a mass exodus on foot out of the Quay and surrounds back to other parts of the city. Sometimes I just want to stay at home and play scrabble, or spend time with choice friends out of the city. This one we thought we would getamungstit*.

*Getamungstit: Catch cry and name of Adelaide University political party of sanity in an often insane world of student politics. Many many adventures with these troublemakers over the years. There's no hyperlink to the true Getamungstits because it was only around when the web was just message boards and text. Ah those were the days. In the fullness of time explanations will occur.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Happy Birthday Deano.

Dean McGregor would have been 34 today. Yes he was an occasionally cantankerous addictive personality. A lot of people miss him though.

Happy Birthday Aberdeen,
Wry smile rather than a beam,
Even tho you didn't want to be old
How I wish you'd stayed clean.

Dean sang in Mobile which was the first band I was in that performed my songs. Dean wrote the words, I wrote the music. I'll put a link up when I can to a Mobile track. We thought we were going to be as big as Oasis - well, we were almost as cocky which was a good start. If we'd practiced as much as those ratbags, who knows.

Death of someone close throws your life into clarity for the moment. It's an opportunity to focus on really caring about things which matter. I'm still feeling sad for his passing, in May this year, his family, particularly. I feel like he's more at peace, but have no way to know, which makes death's secrets so alluring, doesn't it?

One night a week ago I dreamed a completely alternate funeral for him. There were far more photos of his life, it was more like a wake and celebration than his real funeral, which was sad and reflected the loss of someone young appropriately. But my dream was very colourful, there was a party atmosphere, people were drinking, laughing at the photos on big round pinup boards, of the fun times. The hedonist in Dean would have had a ball at that wake.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Early Spring leaning out the window

So it's Friday night in my ville, and from my window I can lean out and capture some small flavour of the outside without even leaving the confines of my room. Light and music modified to appropriate levels, I can view the street and the airways and the weather. My window happens to be upstairs which is also advantageous for the view, so when I get the time to lean out of it next to the bonsai, time does slow a little. The clock slows.

So, what can I see from here? A lot of townhouses, and carefully planted but well grown tall and narrow trees along the street. I think they are poplars. But they don't look quite as good as those. Over the opposite row of houses I can see the lights of the Sydney Cricket ground. The local footy team is playing their elimination final tonight. (AFL, not the more provincial rugby league.)

Planes fly above the size of 20c pieces and cast a flat drone down to the street with their lights always flashing. It's windy and early spring and warm. I see a couple walking under my window and she's describing what made her laugh today. "So she says to mum, in this loud voice 'Look at my boobs!'
Then she has to laugh again, and it's funny but the guy who heard the rest of the situation just had to be there, it seems.

There is a lot of reno going on in the street currently and since one of the houses next to us has already been done, I figure our mornings are safe for a while. They start working on those things at 7am around here. When do they sleep? They are not always curteous when you ask them to stop too, taking one of their early morning pleasures in making the tired (hungover/stressed/morning hair) person feel like it's their fault not being up early and usually offering them a job to do for good measure...

The house across the road have two lovely dogs which since the reno are finally back in the neighborhood. I wonder if the dogs got their own room. Doubtful.

There are a fair few family types around here, or budding families too. In fact all types - students next to us, budding family the other side, socialists, punks, yuppies, people like us on the fringe of the city here - generally nice people.

Some other blog i will tell you about the previous "student" neighbors from hell who have been replaced by infinitely better students thank whichever god presides over them. (Scholiosis?) The ultimate test of compassion, having nerfherders for neighbors.

We have a native tree doing very well outside our house, it's the only tree we have in our total of 6m2 garden. When we had to bury a goldfish there was hardly any dirt we could find. Consequently we don't have proper pets. Sorry goldfish if you are reading. The leaves from the native tree I have just discovered actually smells slightly lemony, which may make it a eucalyptus relative. Small little native leaves are often what you find in Australia on shrubs and small trees.

I've been playing the clarinet, which is rare, and enjoyable. I was playing along to some music, and mostly the pieces were in a key around f#, g#, d#, c#; thanks, guitarists in E. At least good old R.E.M. had the sense to tune theirs down one fret to fit in with normal notes. Not so with Ulrich Schnauss, Go-Betweens and Mocky. Though the Gobs are fun to sing along to.

And this was a "live" post from my room on a wireless link. Thanks to Compaq, AMD, Zyxel, NetComm, D-Link, Exetel, and lots of other pharmaceutical sounding companies for the technologies.

Well I wish Sydney the best in the local derby and must run to make some food. It's been bloggful.
Really.

Good Hello! Welcome!

Erste Poste. To explain, I'm going to list some areas which I'll be delving into and crystallising my thoughts about here. I'm likely to never write about some of these things, however they're all part of my life and time, the guts o me so to speak.

Recorded Music
LiveMusic
Meditation
Love
Sculpture
Origami
Buddhism
The Web
Movies
Pancha Tanmantra
City Life
Food
Physics~Psychology
Poetry
Nature
Humour

So you be the judge if I have a life and if you want to read it. Here's my pledge:

I will diarise infrequently but eloquently. I invite comment and query. Postmodernism decrees that anything I write is from my collective memory and experience of my life, so bear that in mind on a comment if you might.

9/9/2005