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let’s say no to perforations
Three interstate trips in one month. No more, thanks. Conference, christmas and a funeral. Brisvegas was interesting and I quite liked seeing it – it’s changed, I’ve changed, so it’s kind of nice that we could get together again after seven years and find that we had lots to talk about and quite liked each other.
Acclimating to mega-humidity? Tick.
Family visited, without incident? Tick.
Old mates visited. Tick.*
It is hot today, and I have cleverly booked in an appointment with the doctor for another ear inspection. It’s becoming an annual thing. Well, something I do a few times a year, actually. I have had enough of not being able to hear properly – it makes me irrationally furious, inciting Shouting, Stamping and Offensive Language. So I will have them irrigated today at 3. When the ambient temperature is about 40 degrees C. I’m hoping it will soften the wax and aid its removal.
I have plans for films to see, and I have started thinking about redoing the thesis. I have decided that it will now be known as The Book rather than The Thesis. I will start thinking about fonts immediately, as that is obviously the most important part of the process. Pav articulates my current feelings about the project quite nicely. As an ob-con type person, proof reading and editing is really the best place to site my natural abilities and interests. Serious Tidying will commence in a few hours, once this post is written, a cup of tea made, and a little clothes mending completed.
What fillums have I seen lately? Well, one of the most pleasing was Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers. I hated this when it came out, but now, after a few years of Howard government, it makes a lot more sense. It’s also part of a recent spate of early 90s sci-fi fillum delightfulness, after we watched Total Recall the other night. In discussion with a fellow nerd yesterday afternoon, I realised that they’re both actually Verhoeven fillums, and that’s probably why they’re both so wonderfully specrappular. Having read this type of SF as a Young Person, first discovering the Adult part of the family bookshelves (at about the age of 11, when carefully scanning the Adult stuff for the least hint of sauciness), these two fillums really capture the mood of terrible authors like Peirs Anthony. It’s lovely, teenage stuff, and absolutely low-brain. So that’s a tick tick and a V.G. from us.
Last night on SBS I also stumbled over In the Mood for Love, a Kar Wai Wong film that I absolutely love. I keep hoping their relationship will end well, but it never does, no matter how many times I watch the film. I love the obvious stuff – the colours, the framing of shots, the slo-mo, the soundtrack, the almost-love-affair ness of it.
Let’s have a look at a couple of PR shots:
And just in case that’s not enough, here’s the trailer:
I think I might have a Thing for Tony Leung. My Thing for Maggie Cheung continues.
This new Thing is only fuelled by the immanent arrival of Ang Lee’s latest film, Lust, Caution, which I’ve heard has heaps of hot sex, which I know will be an absolute visual feast, and which I’m terribly excited about. I’m thinking about special preview sessions on Friday day. It also stars Leung, which is very nice, and Joan Chen, who I also love (you might remember me crapping on about this stuff a little while ago in this post). I have rewatched Lee’s Sense and Sensibility in preparation. Because no one does suppressed lust and caution like Austen.
The nicest part about catching this film last night was discovering it’s part of an SBS series screenings of films by the cinematographer Christopher Doyle. The worst part was realising I’d missed Hero. Dumplings is on Wednesday 23rd January. I’m not sure if the others have already been on or not, but the SBS search function on their site sucks a bit, and I can’t be bothered figuring it out. Guess I’ll have to go to the video shop. Oh wait, our video shop SUCKS, so that won’t work. Guess I’ll be the last kid on the block to get into it, and use Netflix/Quickflicks.
Additionally, I also missed the first episode of Skins, a new series by the doods who made Shameless. And that’s a big poo.
Well, think of me as I make it by PT (it’s probably too hot to ride) to the doctor this afternoon, and pray for my ear drum. Let’s say no to perforations.
*twice in a year! Dang, we’ll have nothing left to talk about next time!
why didn’t anyone tell me
Torchwood was fun?
Sure, it’s pretty freakin’ crappy telly (everything from the acting to the script, with a few pitstops for really awful editing on the way), but it’s also highly addictive. I just watched my way through season one, and i give it a tick tick. No V.G., but I’ll be looking out for season two, and it’s even made me want to watch the new Dr Who seasons to see how the two programs work out. Btw, isn’t that the awfulest PR shot ever? Yes, fisheye lens = fun, but why would you fill the shot with a giant, brown couch straight from the nearest sharehouse, squeeze everyone into one crowded corner and fail to consider the effects of fisheye lenses on apparent shoe sizes? I know they were hoping to get the big ‘Torchwood’ wall art into the shot, but they didn’t even manage to do that properly! Argh!
I kind of like the premise – an other Earth, where there’s a big old rip in the fabric of time and space, through which stuff comes. And then gets collected. The ob-con part of me likes the idea of a ‘secret’* government agency whose sole purpose is tidying up lost stuff. I have to admit, I also like the fluid sexual preferences. Boys? Girls? Omnisexual? Whatever. It’s a nice change from the aggressive heterocentrism of Smalls.
It’s obviously a rip-off of all the best bits of Buffy and Angel, especially Angel. Immortal boss who can’t be injured, lives underground and broods a bit? Queer sex/romantic story lines? Bickering scooby gang? Slightly inappropriate romantic relationships between workmates and employees and employers? Yep. It’s also a little dodgy, ethics-wise (they characters pull all manner of dodgy stunts, and unlike House, there’s no ongoing negotiation and problematising of this behaviour). And it’s a bit crap, ‘fact’-wise. The one scene they had set in the 40s included some seriously shithouse and historically inaccurate dancing and music (The Squeeze has entertained himself uncovering the multiple historical inaccuracies, from engine types to planes), I noticed one scene suddenly shifting from dark night to afternoon (with no real explanation), and let’s not even go near the costumes. Captain Jack wearing trousers, collared shirt and braces with that ridiculous Great Coat, but no waistcoat, tie, or jacket? What a load of rot.
But I still like it. And, apparently, Spike’ll be in it in the second season. Probably snogging Cpt Jack.**
*Secret? Not when they order pizzas for ‘Torchwood’, delivered to their ‘secret’ HQ, they drive around in a seriously pimped black ‘SUV’ (that’s what they call it – the SUV) with ‘Torchwood’ written all over it, and they routinely bust in on police crime scenes saying things like ‘this case belongs to Torchwood now’. The fact that they’re also based in Cardiff, in a country I know first and foremost for its population made up of a) people I’m related to, and b) the most accomplished busybodies in the known universe, doesn’t really help convince me that this is a ‘secret’ agency.
**Though who hasn’t? Ianto has (talk about inappropriate workplace relationships – boss and employee? Boss and recently berieved employee?), the real Cpt Jack did. The Cpt Jack boss character’s supposed to be ‘bi’ (as in not actually operating within a specific orientation), but he’s yet to kiss any ladies. Come on – if he’s only into blokes, why not say so? I’m quite happy to deal with him waiting for his ‘special Doctor’, but why doesn’t he just come out already, and quit with the dithering?
west brunswick toodle-oo
So November is over. It was ok.
- I had a birthday (that was ok)
- I liked all the moustaches (I don’t think there’s enough facial hair in the world, and it made dance partners extra interesting)
- we did mlx and it went well (biggest ever, zillions of interstaters and internationals, the usual reluctance on the part of Melbournites to play nice with guests)
- we had galaxy plus a round of dancers stay with us (and that was very nice)
- I did all my marking and got it in with plenty of time to spare
- I got a job interview for a postdoc (argh! next week!)
- I got a small grant to get me to the CSAA conference this week (double argh! paper not written! flights not booked! accommodation not sorted!)
- I’ve had a few punters ringing me offering DJing gigs (I am resolute about only taking paying gigs – I’ve done enough freebies to know I never want to do one again, unless it’s for a real charity)
- Galaxy and I met up with Mz Tartan pre-GG and the Austenauts (dang, I’m sorry I missed that! blogged with excellence here) and she was surprisingly cool, calm and collected
…and now I’m desperately trying to get my sleep pattern back to normal for the conference this week. I managed to have a relatively stress-free MLX (in fact, incredibly so), and slept at least 8 hours every night. From 8am til 4pm most days, but still, 8 fat hours of solid, dreamless sleep. Unheard of.
I’ve also met another dancer doing a phd on dance stuff, but she lives in Perth, so we’re squeezing in a natter-fest tomorrow before she flies out. She’s into sociology and anthropology and I’m not sure she’s up there with the hardcore sister action. But we’ll see. It’ll be neat just to sit and have a nice, nerdy chat.
I’m planning to meet up with the Adelaidean dancers during the conference visit this week (Wednesday). So I’ll be able to say I’ve danced in every scene in Australia. Except Launceston. That should be nice.
My paper is pretty much done – just some tidying up to do. It’s a combination of bits from these three posts, but obviously with far less detail, seeing as how I only get 20 minutes. 20 minutes kills me, especially when I want to play some music and clips of dancers to actually make clear what I’m talking about. It’s ridiculous to talk about dancing without showing any, particularly when you’re talking about gender performance in dance. In fact, it’s so ridiculous I should just show 6 clips and provide an exercise sheet to stimulate group discussion, a la tutorials past.
I’ve also noted I’m in kind of a dud session, parallel with papers I’d really like to see, and which everyone else would really like to see as well. Not a big deal, really, and just desserts for someone who fucked the programming around at the last minute (I’d missed out on another grant and cancelled on the organisers, then been offered one by someone else, so squeezed back into the program – people who pull that shit deserve to get dud sessions). But it’s parallel with an old buddy’s paper and in a session of licorice allsorts, so we’ll have trouble asking each other questions. It is in the last session of a day, but this time it’s not the last session of the last day, so I guess it’s ok.
I don’t mean this to sound like a big old bitch – I really am very lucky to be going at all, and I don’t want you to think otherwise. But the part of me that’s trying to get a job keeps saying ‘how will you pimp your fine self out if there’s no one in the audience?’ But really, it only takes one. And there’ll be plenty of afternoon teas for me to pimp myself about. I’m cringing, writing that stuff. I hate the thought of such aggressive self aggrandising, but at the end of the day, in such a competitive job market, I have to be a bit pushy.
So I’m going to experiment with performing pushiness, and pretend like I’m one of those blokes who, obliviously, introduces himself to all the Names at conferences. It’s the sort of thing chicks tend to be reluctant to do. And as a consequence, those pushy blokes get remembered, simply because the chicks have been to shy to step up.
But I’m going to focus on Names that mean something to me – you know, the Old Girls network. The ladies who do. The sorts of women academics who I admire and want to work with and be like. They’re the ladies who’ll call me on bullshit pushiness and demand some sort of fer real talk. No bullshit (unless it’s a story about my career as a stunt woman and there are Tasmanians in the room), all kick arse Sister. No pathetic arse-kissing. No sycophancy…. like I’d have the patience for that. And for sure I’d forget that it’s not cool to swear in polite company. Must remember that for the job interview, actually. Swearing = not cool.
But we’ll see. No doubt I’ll forget all these plans and end up talking shit and eating all the chocolate biscuits with the homies from UQ. Awesome.
Galaxy asked me the other day if I’d written a ‘why dance is important to cultural studies’ paper, and I haven’t. I’m not sure I really, hugely care – if you don’t dance you don’t understand why it’s important. Words won’t help convince you – you have to feel it to understand why it’s good stuff. But I do have a short list of reasons which include things like ‘class’ and ‘not needing literacy’ and ‘ethnicity’ and ‘faster than words’ and ‘freakin’ great fun!’ I’ll have a think, though. Perhaps it’ll be a paper I write when I actually have a job or a book or more than half a dozen papers. Right now I think I’d get more from a paper called ‘Why cultural studies needs dogpossum’ which is so effective it gets me lots of jobs. But I’ll work on it.
hullabaloo round up
So a couple of weekends ago we went to Hullabaloo.
Thursday
We flew in on Thursday, taking a midday flight because we’re sensible. I was really excited and had trouble sitting still on the plane. I took my laptop and headphones and copy of The Swing Era so that I could prepare for my sets over the weekend, but ended up far too excited to concentrate. The Squeeze slept the whole way. I ended up watching a dumb Hillary Swank film called the Freedom Writers which made me cry.
We arrived at about 6pm, and headed off to Chez Chez to dump our gear and change clothes. Chez’s flat is quite small, and we filled it up with a Taswegian and us and Chez. But we’re used to each other – they stay with us at MLX time each year.
From Chez’s house we went off to a pub in Cottesloe to do some dancing. But first we ate fish and chips, and I was very pleased.
Then we went up to start the dancing, but got sidetracked by a lot of old friends who needed squeezing and teasing. I was delighted to see Dust For Eyes, who taught me how to do Snake Hips dancing and snaps.
After a lot of dancing there, we moved on to the late night venue so I could set up for my first set (eek!) at 2am. The late night venue was an interesting dance studio space with hiiiigh ceilings. The sound set up was not ideal. In fact, it was pretty damn ordinary and I really struggled to make things sound good. Well, to make them sound ok.
People straggled in slowly and I was mostly playing to a very small crowd (ie 5 or 10 people) for a while, but that was ok because I just played stuff to test the limits of the sound set up and to please myself. And those 5 or 10 people.
Once the rest of the punters arrived I stepped it up a bit.
I can’t really remember how the set went, other than that I wasn’t really happy with it, but it didn’t suck. It was probably a combination of nerves and adjusting to an exchange crowd. This is what I played (title-artist-bpm-date-album-length-date/time played if it’s accurate):
I’m Comin’ Virginia- Maxine Sullivan – 110 – 1956 – A Tribute To Andy Razaf – 2:48 – 20/04/07 2:13 AM
Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off – Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong – 120 – 1957 – Ella And Louis Again [MFSL] – 4:15 – 20/04/07 2:17 AM
I’ve Got A Mind To Ramble – Alberta Hunter – 112 – 1978 – Amtrak Blues – 4:13 – 20/04/07 2:21 AM
It Takes Two to Tango – Lester Young and Oscar Peterson – 104 – 1997 – Lester Young With the Oscar Peterson Trio – 6:09
B-Sharp Boston – Duke Ellington and His Orchestra – 126 – 1949 – Duke Ellington and his Orchestra: 1949-1950 – 2:54
Jive At Five – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 147 – 1960 – The Count Basie Story (Disc 1) – 3:02 – 20/04/07 2:30 AM
Easy Does It – Big 18 – 129 – 5:14
Every Day I Have The Blues – Count Basie – 116 – 1959 – Breakfast Dance And Barbecue – 3:48
C-Jam Blues – Lincoln Centre Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis – 143 – 1999 – Live In Swing City: Swingin’ With Duke
Blues In Hoss’ Flat – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 142 – 1995 – Big Band Renaissance Disc 1 – 3:13
Good Queen Bess – Duke Ellington – 160 – 1940 – The Duke Ellington Centennial Edition: Complete RCA Victor Recordings (disc 10) – 3:00
Flying Home – Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra – 197 – 1942 – Lionel Hampton Story 2: Flying Home – 3:10 – 20/04/07 2:52 AM
Lavender Coffin – Hampton, Lionel and His Orchestra with Sonny Parker and Joe James – 134 – 1949 – Hamp: The Legendary Decca Recordings – 2:47
Cole Slaw – Jesse Stone and His Orchestra – 145 – Original Swingers: Hipsters, Zoots and Wingtips vol 2 – 2:57
Four Or Five Times – Woody Herman Orchestra – 141 – The Great Swing Bands (Disc 2) – 3:09 – 20/04/07 3:01 AM
Stomp It Off – Jimmie Lunceford and His Orchestra – 190 – 1934 – Swingsation – Jimmie Lunceford – 3:08
Savoy Blues – Kid Ory – 134 – 2002 – Golden Greats: Greatest Dixieland Jazz Disc 3 – 3:00 – 20/04/07 3:07 AM
Joshua Fit De Battle Of Jericho – Kid Ory And His Creole Jazz Band – 160 – 1946 – Kid Ory and his Creole Jazz Band 1944-46 – 3:12
Perdido Street Blues – Louis Armstrong and His Orchestra with Sidney Bechet – 148 – 1940 – Blues In Thirds 1940-41 – 3:00 – 20/04/07 3:13 AM
East St. Louis Toodle-Oo – Michael McQuaid’s Red Hot Rhythmakers – 152 – 2006 – Rhythm Of The Day – 3:21
Jungle Nights In Harlem – Charlestown Chasers – 213 – 1995 – Pleasure Mad mediumenergy – 2:48
Drinkin’ Wine, Spo-Dee-O-Dee – Hampton, Lionel and His Orchestra with Sonny Parker – 134 – 1949 – Hamp: The Legendary Decca Recordings – 3:23 – 20/04/07 3:23 AM
Till Tom Special – Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra – 158 – 1940 – Tempo And Swing – 3:23
For Dancers Only – Jimmie Lunceford and His Harlem Express – 178 – 1944 – 1944-Uncollected – 2:22
Shoutin’ Blues – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 148 – 1949 – Kansas City Powerhouse – 2:38
Turn It Over – Bus Moten and his Men – 148 – 1949 – Kansas City Blues 1944-1949 (Disc 3) – 2:38
Jump Session – Slim Gaillard and Slam Stewart – 162 – Slim & Slam, 1938-1939 – 2:35
Don’t Be That Way – Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra – 137 – 1938 – Lionel Hampton Story 1: Hot Mallets great mediumenergy 2:35
Massachusetts – Maxine Sullivan – 144 – 2006 – A Tribute To Andy Razaf – 3:18
We don’t have any photos from that night.
Friday
The next day was Friday, and The Squeeze was determined to get up in time for the tour of Fremantle. I was tired. But we bundled into the car with K (Chez was off to work – suckah!) to start our tour at the Round House. The Squeeze had heard there would be some kick boxing action to start off with, but this proved to be erroneous.
The tour was fun. We met up with some people, saw a cannon fired, were told a few lies by whiley Perthlings (I have discovered being lied to is as good as telling lies) and moved immediately to the best cafe in the area for sustenance. By this time it was at least 2pm and we were in need of caffeine and fewd. You can see some photos from the tour here at George’s site. I’d like to say we saw more of Fremantle than a series of pubs and cafes, but that would be lying. We’ve seen Fremantle before, and we had people we needed to talk to.
Then DFE, The Squeeze and I sat in a nice cafe and ate a lot (I had a FABULOUS fettucini pescatore!) and talked a whole lot of shit. After a couple of hours The Squeeze got bored and went away. Then he came back. Then we walked to a pub where we saw more dancers drinking and eating. Then we went to another pub the Little Creatures Brewery and saw more dancers. And some of us drank a whoooooole lot. And some of the rest of us caught up with lovely friends. By this stage I had already talked so much about music and DJing I had almost grown my own pocket protector. But that part of the weekend was far from over.
After the beer had been drunk and the sun had gone down, we left that pub and went home to change our clothes nap. We accidentally missed the Friday night dance at a local pub gig. So we went straight to the after party where I had another set lined up. That’s the gig where I did that (look right). I have no excuse for my ineptitude. I thought I could DJ for blues dancers. But apparently this crew weren’t into old music. In fact, they weren’t really into much except standing on the spot, really close to their partners or make human waves with their torsos. I ordinarily like blues dancing, but this was dull. But enough of that! Let’s see the terrible set I played:
Harvard Blues – Kansas City Band – 83 – 1997 – KC After Dark – 6:50 – 21/04/07 3:36 AM
Wee Baby Blues – Big Joe Turner with Pete Johnson and Freddie Green – 79 – 1956 – The Boss Of The Blues – 7:18 – 21/04/07 3:43 AM
Hear Me Talking To Ya? – Ella Fitzgerald – 98 – 1963 – These Are The Blues – 3:02 – 21/04/07 3:46 AM
Back Water Blues – Dinah Washington with Belford Hendricks’ Orchestra – 71 – 1957 – Ultimate Dinah Washington – 4:58
I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl – Nina Simone – 65 – 1967 – Released – 2:33 – 60 – 21/04/07 3:54 AM
I’m Gonna Take What He’s Got – Etta James – 57 – 1967 – The Best Of Etta James – 2:35 – 21/04/07 3:56 AM
Son Of A Preacher Man – Aretha Franklin – 77 – Greatest Hits – Disc 1 – 3:16
When I’ve Been Drinkin’ – Jimmy Witherspoon – 71 – 1998 – Jazz Me Blues: the Best of Jimmy Witherspoon – 3:38 – 21/04/07 4:03 AM
Slow Down Baby – Walter Brown with Jay McShann and His Kycee Stompers – 73 – 1949 – Kansas City Blues 1944-1949 (Disc 3) – 2:56
Hamp’s Salty Blues – Lionel Hampton and His Quartet – 86 – 1946 – Lionel Hampton Story 3: Hey! Ba-Ba-Re-Bop – 3:10 – 21/04/07 4:09 AM
Minnie The Moocher – Cab Calloway – 97 – 1994 – Are You Hep To The Jive? – 3:16 – 21/04/07 4:13 AM
St. James Infirmary – Henry “Red” Allen – 98 – 1991 – World on a String – Legendary 1957 Sessions – 3:45 – 21/04/07 4:16 AM
Reckless Blues – Velma Middleton with Louis Armstrong and the All Stars – 88 – The Complete Decca Studio Recordings of Louis Armstrong and the All Stars (disc 06) – 2:30
Willow Weep For Me – Louis Armstrong – 90 – 1957 – Ella And Louis Again [MFSL] – 4:21
Rocks In My Bed – Ella Fitzgerald – 68 – 1956 – Ella Fitzgerald Day Dream: Best Of The Duke Ellington Songbook – 3:59 – 21/04/07 4:27 AM
Amtrak Blues – Alberta Hunter – 95 – 1978 – Amtrak Blues – 3:23
Resolution Blues – Dinah Washington – 65 – 22 Original Classics – 3:14 – 21/04/07 4:34 AM
It Takes Two to Tango – Lester Young and Oscar Peterson – 104 – 1997 – Lester Young With the Oscar Peterson Trio – 6:09 – 21/04/07 4:37 AM
Smooth Sailing – Ella Fitzgerald – 118 – 2000 – Ken Burns Jazz: Ella Fitzgerald – 3:07 – 21/04/07 4:40 AM
Happy Go Lucky Local (Night Train) – Oscar Peterson – 103 – 1962 – Night Train – 4:52 – 21/04/07 4:45 AM
Easy Does It – Big 18 – 129 – 5:14 – 21/04/07 4:50 AM
B-Sharp Boston – Duke Ellington and His Orchestra – 126 – 1949 – Duke Ellington and his Orchestra: 1949-1950 – 2:54
Jump Ditty! – Joe Carroll and The Ray Bryant Quintet – 134 – Red Kat Swing 1 – 2:53
The Deacon – Count Basie – 110 – 1959 – Breakfast Dance And Barbecue – 5:52 – 21/04/07 5:02 AM
It was round about “Minnie the Moocher” that things were at their lowest. I had trouble getting the feel of the room (I’d actually been told I’d be playing an hour later than I ended up starting, so I hadn’t had a chance to be in the room and get a feel for things) and those kids – I don’t really think they were ready for blues dancing just then. So I took the energy up with some “St James Infirmary” (though I should have gone straight to the Louis Armstrong), but it didn’t help. Finally, things picked up at “Willow Weep for Me”, and I decided to ooze into a bit of groovy lindy hop, then up the bpm ladder til the room was working again. It immediately improved numbers on the floor.
I tried some lower tempo stuff with Dinah again a bit later (because I felt I should play a blues set if I was booked for it), but that crashed. So I recovered with dirty Lester Young action.
And fled Mt DJ after “The Deacon”.
Not my finest hour (and a half), and if you take a look at the set list of the DJ before me (lovely Jason from Perth), you’ll see there were some double-ups.
In fact, there were quite a few repeats over the weekend – “Savoy Blues” was played by every single DJ on Thursday night up til me. If I’d been dancing more and talking less at the dance I’d have noticed.
So, thank god that set was over.
We went home after that – The Squeeze was tired and so was I.
Saturday
The next day we slept til 1 or 3pm. I forget which. We went and bought some fewd for dinner and drove and saw some sites. Then we went home and got ready for the dance, which was fun. I really liked the band at the dance, and had some fun dances with fun people. Trev won the Jack and Jill and I heard some good DJing action. Then we went to the after party. First we tried to organise a trip to eat nice Chinese fewd, but we failed. So we just went on to the after party, which was at the better two-room venue.
Some of us went in a team battle. At the time I was really regreting entering, and I didn’t really have a good time at all. But in retrospect (ie, after watching the clip), it wasn’t so bad. I was in Team Brunswick (named for Chez’ shirt) – you can even hear me answering Trev at the beginning. We were ok. The best bit (in my mind) was where we (entirely by coincidence) did a ‘waterfall’ of swingouts to just the right bit in “Flying Home”. I’m not a big fan of team battles (sorry Trev), and I’ve never seen one go really well or really inspire me. The secret to a good lindy battle is actually dancing lindy. But mostly people do dumb stuff, which I’m not all that interested in. Because I am a boring straighty-one-eighty stooge.
After that was all over, things got fun. There was a band (I think – or was that the night before? I can’t remember). There was a lot of dancing fun, and I did another set (my best of the weekend, I think). Here’s the set list (title – artist – bpm – date – album – time/date stamp (minus 2hours because I was working with Melbourne time, not Perth time):
Blues In Hoss’ Flat – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 142 – 1995 – Big Band Renaissance Disc 1 – 3:13 – 22/04/07 4:19 AM
C-Jam Blues – Lincoln Centre Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis – 143 – 1999 – Live In Swing City: Swingin’ With Duke – 3:33 – 2/05/07 1:15 PM
Sent For You Yesterday (And Here You Come Today) – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 172 – 1952 – Complete Clef/Verve Count Basie Fifties Studio Recordings (Disc 2) – 3:13 – 22/04/07 4:26 AM
Back Room Romp – Duke Ellington and his Orchestra – 151 – 2000 – Ken Burns Jazz: Duke Ellington – 2:49 – 22/04/07 4:29 AM
A Viper’s Moan – Willie Bryant And His Orchestra – 153 – Willie Bryant 1935-1936 – 3:25 – 24/04/07 4:31 AM
Good Queen Bess – Duke Ellington – 160 – 1940 – The Duke Ellington Centennial Edition: Complete RCA Victor Recordings (disc 10) – 3:00 – 22/04/07 4:35 AM
Stomp It Off – Jimmie Lunceford and His Orchestra – 190 – 1934 – Swingsation – Jimmie Lunceford – 3:08 – 22/04/07 4:38 AM
Four Or Five Times – Jimmie Lunceford and His Orchestra – 140 – 1935 – Swingsation – Jimmie Lunceford – 3:07 – 22/04/07 4:41 AM
Turn It Over – Bus Moten and his Men – 148 – 1949 – Kansas City Blues 1944-1949 (Disc 3) – 2:38 – 24/04/07 4:34 AM
Easy Does It – Tommy Dorsey and His Orchestra – 155 – 1939 – Yes, Indeed! – 3:15 – 22/04/07 4:47 AM
Apollo Jump – Lucky Millinder – 143 – Apollo Jump – 3:26
Krum Elbow Blues – Mora’s Modern Swingtet – 162 – 2004 – 20th Century Closet – 2:45
Blues My Naughty Sweetie – Sidney Bechet – 140 – 1951 – The Blue Note Years – 5:43 – 22/04/07 4:59 AM
Joshua Fit De Battle Of Jericho – Kid Ory And His Creole Jazz Band – 160 – 1946 – Kid Ory and his Creole Jazz Band 1944-46 – 3:12 – 22/04/07 5:02 AM
East St. Louis Toodle-Oo – Michael McQuaid’s Red Hot Rhythmakers – 152 – 2006 – Rhythm Of The Day – 3:21
Jungle Nights In Harlem – Charlestown Chasers – 213 – 1995 – Pleasure Mad – 2:48 – 22/04/07 5:09 AM
Lavender Coffin – Hampton, Lionel and His Orchestra with Sonny Parker and Joe James – 134 – 1949 – Hamp: The Legendary Decca Recordings – 2:47
Cole Slaw – Jesse Stone and His Orchestra – 145 – Original Swingers: Hipsters, Zoots and Wingtips vol 2 – 2:57 – 22/04/07 5:14 AM
Shoutin’ Blues – Count Basie and His Orchestra – 148 – 1949 – Kansas City Powerhouse – 2:38 – 22/04/07 5:17 AM
For Dancers Only – Jimmie Lunceford and His Harlem Express – 178 – 1944 – 1944-Uncollected – 2:22 – 22/04/07 5:19 AM
Just Kiddin’ Around – Artie Shaw and His Orchestra – 159 – 1941 – Self Portrait (Disc 3) – 3:21
Don’t Be That Way – Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra – 137 – 1938 – Lionel Hampton Story 1: Hot Mallets – 2:35
Chicken Shack Boogie – Lionel Hampton and His Sextet – 124 – 1949 – Hamp: The Legendary Decca Recordings – 3:16 – 22/04/07 5:29 AM
Hey Now, Hey Now – Cab Calloway – 121 – 1994 – Are You Hep To The Jive? – 2:56 – 22/04/07 5:32 AM
Effervescent Blues – Mora’s Modern Swingtet – 122 – 2004 – 20th Century Closet – 3:07
B-Sharp Boston – Duke Ellington and His Orchestra – 126 – 1949 – Duke Ellington and his Orchestra: 1949-1950 – 2:54 – 22/04/07 5:38 AM
Massachusetts – Maxine Sullivan – 144 – 2006 – A Tribute To Andy Razaf – 3:18 – 22/04/07 5:41 AM
Splanky – Count Basie – 157 – 1966 – Live at the Sands – 3:52 – 22/04/07 5:45 AM
Hallelujah, I Love Her So – Count Basie – 145 – 1959 – Breakfast Dance And Barbecue – 2:36 – 22/04/07 5:47 AM
King Porter Stomp – Kansas City Band – 170 – 1997 – KC After Dark – 4:38 – 22/04/07 5:52 AM
Till Tom Special – Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra – 158 – 1940 – Tempo And Swing – 3:23 – 22/04/07 5:55 AM
Shout, Sister, Shout – Lucky Millinder – 140 – Apollo Jump – good medium tempo dancing 2:44 – 22/04/07 5:58 AM
Le Jazz Hot – Jimmie Lunceford and his Orchestra – 144 – 1939 – Lunceford Special 1939-40 – 2:41 – 22/04/07 6:01 AM
My Baby Just Cares For Me – Nina Simone – 120 – The Great Nina Simone – 3:38 – 22/04/07 6:05 AM
Bli-Blip – Lincoln Centre Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis – 134 – 1999 – Live In Swing City: Swingin’ With Duke – 3:16 – 22/04/07 6:08 AM
I started a bit earlier than expected because Russ had technical troubles and I had to take over. After the first three songs he gave up and introduced me. I was really happy with those first three songs – I had the room on fire. It’s a pity Russ had to interrupt to introduce me, as we lost quite a few people then. But them’s the breaks. I should probably have continued with hi-fi action to keep the room, but now I’ve learnt something useful.
I actually consciously chose to play a fair proportion of hi-fi because we’d heard a lot of old scratch so far that weekend. I wanted to change the vibe a bit and catch people’s attention. It worked well, and I found that a useful thing to remember through my set. This was my first real late-late night set at a hardcore lindy exchange and I learnt a lot. I discovered that you need to change the energy in the room a bit to keep people dancing – from slow to fast to hi-fi to scratchy – and change more regularly than I normally would. The most important thing I learnt was that if you give people a chance to remember how tired they are when they’re dancing at 2:30am (take two hours from those time stamps) they sit down and then they go home. So you have to keep the tempos above 120, or the energy levels nice and high.
Round about “Effervescent Blues” I let the tempos get lower and noticed a distinct drop in the room’s energy. So I did a bit of stunt work with Maxine Sullivan. That version of “Massachusetts” is really swinging and energising. It’s pretty hi-fi and hitting on the groove barrier, but it feels like fun. The band she’s working with are so freaking good, you just want to dance.
From there I decided we needed more hi-fi action to wake people up. So I used some old favourite action – “Splanky” is a real swinger favourite, and that version is nicely uptempo and upenergy – and hi-fi. But it doesn’t feel too crazy – people also think of “Splanky” as being slower, as many of the most popular versions are about 130bpm. That’s the advantage of different versions of favourites – you can exploit people’s expectations. By this stage I had the room really cooking, but I wanted to get the tempos much higher. Thing is, the dancers were actually a bit tired (it was 3:45am) so I gave them a bit of break with the hi-fi favourite “Hallelujah” (not my favourite song, but very effective and live which always feels good). Then I chucked it up with “King Porter Stomp”, another hi-fi (but sounds old school) live song. It’s a longish song, so I had to drop it down from there.
From there I went with an oldie but a goodie – “Til Tom Special” is upenergy, but it creeps up on you. It starts with a more mellow feeling, but builds. So I could get the kids who were sitting down (but ready to dance) up on the floor. Then another very safe favourite.
And I decided to change things again completely with Nina Simone at 4:00am. Hi-fi, super favourite, nice easy tempo. And I had 100% strike rate – everyone in the room dancing (which was about 30 or 40 people? I’m not sure). From here I was to hand over to the closing DJ, so I couldn’t do much more than close up with a fun favourite. I really could have gone on a bit longer, I think, and had just begun to hit another wave of inspiration – “Blip Blip” could have gotten us to other, more interesting places – but that was the end of my set.
Then I wanted to dance and dance and dance and dance. The Squeeze was long gone by then – he was tired and had gone home to bed. But I was feeling all energised by a successful set, and thought I was the dancing queen. So I had some dances, proved – despite all that thinking – that I wasn’t the dancing queen. And then I was taken home.
To Deb and Glen’s home, where seven of us had toasted sandwiches and hot chocolate at about 6am. The Squeeze turned up with Chez who’d dropped home to pick up cheese (really), and he impressed people with his fleecy pajamas. Then Glen, Trev and I had a really lovely, nerdy music talk.
Then we went home as the sun came up and went to BED!
Some more things I’ve learnt about DJing at exchanges:
– the stuff that’s old and boring at home isn’t necessarily old and boring somewhere else. People at exchanges are from all over, and you can’t be sure of what’s cool in their home town (though it helps to know who there local DJs are and what they play). So songs like “Lavender Coffin”, which I’m really sick of was new to the Perthlings. And “Cole Slaw”, which is newish (ie new for new dancers and the groover crowd, old for people like me who learnt with old school teachers) for Melbourne is old for Perth.
– Perth DJs play a lot of scratch, so hi-fi was novel there. I had to be careful what I played, though – stuff that Melbourne kids would adore, Perthlings (especially Perthlings who’d been around for awhile) wouldn’t like.
– The Squeeze reckons exchanges are the place to play safe favourites, because dancers are dancing with strangers and want each dance to be good. But I reckon it’s also a place to experiment with more challenging stuff because you tend to have a more experienced crowd. Really, though, it’s a combination of both, and depends on what time you play (that time slot was a really choice set), where you’re playing, what the crowd is like and how the room feels.
– Having workshops affects how late people stay and how much energy they have. Workshosp can often leave people feeling trashed about their dancing, so ‘safe’ songs can be nice.
– Hullabaloo wasn’t like MLX – it was a bit smaller and had more new dancers. At MLX you can really play the most hardcore stuff, because you have the most hardcore music. But Hullabaloo is a more mixed crowd. Having said that, Hullabaloo has a crowd of older dancers with more sophisticated taste – there’s little they haven’t heard and they want to be pushed.
Overall, I was happy with my sets in an okish way, but I don’t think I pushed any envelopes and have certainly done better sets in the past. But it was lovely to DJ in a new town, far, far away from the bullshit politics of Melbourne. It was especially nice to be DJing in a town where set times and numbers weren’t determined by whether or not you’re in with the ‘cool crowd’ or best friends with the organisers. I was just one DJ in many, and I had to prove myself on the night – no pre-existing rep to protect or prove.
Sunday
On Sunday we got up at 3pm, and then looked for some food. It was hard because the shops are all closed in Perth on Sunday. People have been telling me that this is ‘cute’ and ‘nice’ and gives workers a break. I say it’s BULLSHIT. We saw some more sites. Some by accident.
But after a bit we got some stuff. We made dinner for the crew and spent some time getting ready for the ball. I’m not a big fan of balls generally – I don’t like the dressing up or the big, echoey barns they’re held in. I like a more intimate venue and casual vibe for hardcore dancing. I’d also made a particularly crappy dress, which didn’t help. But there was free food, I did more talking and that was nice.
After that we went to the late night party, which was at the first venue. There was some sort of DJ mix up and the music wasn’t good for lindy – apparently the DJ’d been booked for a blues set, and was determined to play that no matter what. Which didn’t make the mixed crowd happy (who were predominantly lindy hoppers).
Later I was asked to fill in at the end of the night with some stuff, so I ended up DJing some lindy then blues as the lindy crowd had pretty much gone home by then. It was an ok set, a bit dull, really. Kind of the ‘greatest hits’ of 2004/2005. The first lindy bit (up until “Smooth Sailing”, then I swapped with a buddy, then we swapped back and I closed the night) was good, but it was really too late by then to catch the lindy crowd.
But here’s what I played:
Every Day I Have The Blues – Count Basie – 116 – 1959 – Breakfast Dance And Barbecue – 3:48 – 23/04/07 6:28 AM
Lavender Coffin – Hampton, Lionel and His Orchestra with Sonny Parker and Joe James – 134 – 1949 – Hamp: The Legendary Decca Recordings – 2:47 – 23/04/07 6:31 AM
Solid as a Rock – Count Basie and His Orchestra with The Deep River Boys – 140 – Count Basie and His Orchestra 1950-1951 – 3:03 – 23/04/07 6:34 AM
Everybody Eats When They Come To My House – Cab Calloway – 151 – 1994 – Are You Hep To The Jive? – 2:46 – 23/04/07 6:36 AM
Oomph Fa Fa – Jonathan Stout And His Campus Five – 129 – 2003 – Jammin’ the Blues – 3:35 – 23/04/07 6:40 AM
Jump Ditty! – Joe Carroll and The Ray Bryant Quintet – 134 – Red Kat Swing 1 – 2:53 – 23/04/07 6:43 AM
Smooth Sailing – Ella Fitzgerald – 118 – 2000 – Ken Burns Jazz: Ella Fitzgerald – 3:07
Get Back Temptation – Ollabelle – 80 – 2004 – Ollabelle – 2:49
Heartattack and Vine – Tom Waits – 90 – 1980 – Heartattack and Vine – 4:50 – 23/04/07 7:10 AM
Son Of A Preacher Man – Aretha Franklin – 77 – Greatest Hits – Disc 1 – 3:16 – 23/04/07 7:13 AM
My Chile – Jay McShann Trio – 145 – Hootie – 3:20 – 23/04/07 7:16 AM
Organ Grinder’s Swing – Jimmy Smith – 168 – 1996 – Talkin’ Verve – 2:15 – 23/04/07 7:19 AM
My Handy Man Ain’t Handy No More – Alberta Hunter – 76 – 1978 – Amtrak Blues – 3:49
Reckless Blues – Velma Middleton with Louis Armstrong and the All Stars – 88 – The Complete Decca Studio Recordings of Louis Armstrong and the All Stars (disc 06) – 2:30
Do I Move You – Nina Simone – 53 – 1967 – Released – 2:46
I Never Loved A Man – Aretha Franklin – 90 – Greatest Hits – Disc 1 – 2:51
Dead End Street – Lou Rawls – 75 – Best Of Lou Rawls – 3:33
Please Please Please – James Brown – 74 – 1991 – Sex Machine – 2:45
When The Lights Go Out – Jimmy Witherspoon – 100 – 1998 – Jazz Me Blues: the Best of Jimmy Witherspoon – 3:00 – 80 – groovy blues – 25/04/07 7:22 PM
Slow Down Baby – Walter Brown with Jay McShann and His Kycee Stompers – 73 – 1949 – Kansas City Blues 1944-1949 (Disc 3) – 2:56 80 – 25/04/07 7:25 PM
I Feel Like Layin In Another Woman’s Husband’s Arms – Blu Lu Barker – 89 – 1946 – Don’t You Feel My Leg: Apollo’s Lady Blues Singers – 2:56 – 25/04/07 7:28 PM
How Long, How Long Blues – Ella Fitzgerald – 80 – 1963 – These Are The Blues – 4:00 – 25/04/07 7:32 PM
Willow Weep For Me – Louis Armstrong – 90 – 1957 – Ella And Louis Again [MFSL] – 4:21 – 25/04/07 7:37 PM
Amtrak Blues – Alberta Hunter – 95 – 1978 – Amtrak Blues – 3:23 – 25/04/07 7:40 PM
Back Water Blues – Dinah Washington with Belford Hendricks’ Orchestra – 71 – 1957 – Ultimate Dinah Washington – 4:58 – 25/04/07 7:55 PM
I’m not sure what happened to the date stamp there – it was all on the morning of the 23rd/ late night of the 22nd, but the times are accurate if you minus 2 hours for Melbourne/Perth time differences.
I don’t have much to say about this set as it was uninspiring to DJ and is kind of dull to think about (though it was very popular on the night – which just goes to show, considering it’s almost the same as the other blues set I did that weekend – that timing is everything). That Ella blues album? Don’t bother with it – Ella can’t sing the blues. It’s a nice album to listen to, but lacks emotional veracity.
I went home from here a bit tired and over it.
Monday:
We got up at about 12 to go to the picnic in the park, which was nice. They had GREEN GRASS!
That night we went to the final dance, and I have to say, I was kind of over the whole thing by then. It was fun, but I was bored and tired and actually more interested in interesting conversations that lasted longer than three minutes. I did hear some sweet DJing though (Trev and Glenn esp, with nice work by Russ).
It ended, then there were two rival after parties at people’s houses. The teenagers’ party blues party and the nanna party lindy party. I decided I wanted to go to a party where some lights were on, decent conversation was likely and the room didn’t smell like heavy petting (yes, I had to say it – blues dancers stink, and not in a healthy exercise sweat way). That was fun. From there we went to the blues party to close up, and it was exactly as expected. The Squeeze was very disappointed – he was looking for the party where people were drinking and laughing and doing stunts. So we watched other people rub up against each other very slowly dance and went home to bed.
The next day we had a 1pm flight which we caught quite happily, then flew back to Melbourne to our beds.
Overall, it was really really nice to catch up with interstate friends and hang out. I think I prefer the day time stuff to the night time stuff, but I do like the late nights more than the evenings – there you just put on your comfortable hardcore dancing clothes and dance and dance and dance. I will get a bit fitter for next time so I can go harder and I will get hardcore with vitamins – the first day home I had a cold which had no doubt been brewing the last few days.
It was great to get a chance to talk nerdy DJ talk with other DJs, and I do love catching up with friends.
i rock
I have lots of things to write about Hullabaloo, but I need some time to process.
But I do have some nerdy DJing talk.
I did a few sets over the weekend (about 4 all up, including drop-in help-outs), one of which was a blues set. It was just so great. I really rocked. In fact, I rocked so much I did this to some of the hardest harcore blues dancers in the country:
During the set, no less.
You can see more of The Squeeze’s photos from the weekend here.
long and boring. right on.
I am officiallly the most boring person on earth. What have I done for you lately?
Long, boring posts about DJing. And that’s about it. Nice one. Way to go.
But why?
Well, it’s mostly because I’ve been sewing a lot, and sewing and blogging… well, sewing and writing on a computer = not good friends. The former is not conducive to/for (?) the latter.
Also, I have been a bit low on the can-I-write-in-English? self esteem ladder. Writing – he is not something I can do. Any more. But yesterday I had a nice meeting with the ex-supes about making the thesis into a book and now I feel better. so about a year and a half or so (or however long it takes – I have absolutely no clue. A week? A year? Six months? How long?) from now, expect to see a nice book with a nice colourful cover, full of nice photos of dancers and postively bursting with accessible yet terribly clever and world-changing words about dancing. It will mostly be like reading my blog, but with better spelling. And it will cost more. Also, there will be more pictures. And the world-changing, it will be so fricking on, homies. Your worlds – they will be wearing new frickin’ PANTS, they will be so changed.
Meanwhile, we are off to Hullabaloo tomorrow*. That’s in Perth. I am DJing a few times. We will get up late, tell lies to trusting Westralians, eat foreign food (ie fish that does not need a layer of subcutaneous fat two metres deep to protect it from the antarctican water temperatures), squeeze old friends til they gasp, do some stunts, drink some beer, tell larger lies to truly gullible Taswegians (not all of them are gullible – some of them are sharp, like ze razor), sit about in cafes talking crap, dress up in inappropriate costumes for glamour events, tease everyone under the age of 30 until they cry, mock everyone weighing less than 65 kilograms until they buy themselves a hamburger (or should that be encourage everyone weighing less than 65kg until their self esteem is such that they don’t need to starve themselves to beauty?) and possibly, maybe, perhaps do some dancing. But no promises on that last one.
I will try to take some photos (or The Squeeze will take photos and I’ll claim them) and post about it later on. Don’t hold your breath, though – I suspect there may only be more long, boring posts about DJing. And me. And how I DJ. And what I think about DJing. And what I think about what dancers think of my DJing.
*also, I was convinced I was going to Perth this afternoon. It was at about 9.30 last night when The Squeeze arrived home from a night helping his friends launch their computer thing (BLACK TSHIRTS, doods – I’m looking to order a hundred or so Tshirts in a few months, and NONE of them will be white) that I realised that it wasn’t today but tomorrow that we’re leaving. Means I have a few more hours up my sleeve, but really. What is with my brain?
Hullabaloo 2007
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it or not, but we’re going to Hullabaloo soon. Next month, I think it is.
This is the forth annual Hullabaloo – and Hullabaloo is kind of the Perth equivalent to MLX. It’s not an all-social exchange (there are only two of those in this country – MLX and Canberrang), mostly because it’s very difficult to make an all-social event sustainable, unless you live in a giant local scene (like us here in Melbourne), have quite a few years of successful events under your belt to serve as promotion (like us here in Melbourne), live in a very tourist-attracting city (like us here in Melbourne) or just couldn’t give a shit, and want to have a party (like the kids in Canberra).
So we go and just don’t do any workshops – we pretend it’s an all social event, and sleep in late every day, go to cafes, wander around like the cheery holidaying tourists we are. The very best bit of going to someone else’s exchange isn’t that you don’t have to run anything or work on anything (you always end up doing something at some point to help out – it’s an instinct you can’t fight when you’re used to running events), it’s that you’re on holiday with a hundred or so other people. And they all want to wander around like tourists, visit cafes and breweries, eat nice meals, talk a whole lot of shit and then dance like crazy fools all night.
Hullabaloo is The Squeeze’s favourite exchange. We get hosted by dear friends (who we host when they come to us), with dear friends (who we see regularly when we host an exchange – it’s a real exchange and it’s wonderful), we don’t do anything particularly difficult, The Squeeze is very popular with the Perth ladies (not just because he’s cute – also because he’s naughty and inclined to pranks, drinking games and stunts) and I like to dance like a fool. Unfortunately I haven’t been to an exchange yet where I haven’t gotten really ill. I think it’s because my body tends to think ‘ok, we’re on holiday, let’s relax’. So I have to spend far too much time sitting about being tired and pathetic. Which sucks arse because I love de late night dancing.
I love Hullabaloo because you can feel every step a Perth lead takes, they bounce and they play good music. They are a bit anal and weird about vintage costume, but The Squeeze sets a good example and just completely ignores any dress standards rubbish. He simply doesn’t bother reading that part of the events guide and doesn’t bother his pretty little head about it. And he never gets in trouble for it.
So yeah, we’re going there next month.
They’re also planning a lindy battle thing as well. Trev will no doubt chime in with a comment on that, seeing as how he’s organising it (Trev is a Perth person). My buddy Dan (who has a blog, but I can’t remember the url) has decided we’re goint to enter the battle. And I think it’s a good idea. So we’ve started hassling all our friends to put together a team, including people like Kara. I’m not going to read any rules, because these sorts of things are always much more fun if you don’t plan anything too seriously.
There’s been a flurry of emails this morning afternoon (I got up LATE – DJed the second set at CBD last night and didn’t get home til 1am. Now I’m really tired) with all sorts of exciting ideas for the team. Mostly involving tshirts and how cool we are. Not much talk of actual dancing. Trev, I hope you’re not reading this, because I want to talk about it… ok, well, this is the internet, so I won’t talk about it til later.
Anyway, I’ve also put my name in for DJing at Hullabaloo, which will be way fun, but also way pressure – I’ve DJed interstate before (SLX), but no DJing for a hardcore lindy hopping crowd out of my home town. I DJed at MLX, and I’ve DJed local big events, but it’s different when you travel to a new town. There’s new equipment to learn. The fear of forgetting essential cords. Not knowing what a local crowd will like/not like. And so on. I’m excited, but a bit scared. I don’t doubt I’ll do a decent job, but I will need to work on learning my music a bit better and do some serious practicing. But I have faith.
[all photos are by The Squeeze from Hullabaloo 2005]
after a few minor stacks and unpleasant jabs in the arse…
Today we actually did something other than watch telly, shop or eat.
I woke up really sore and achey from sitting on the couch, watching telly and eating (and sleeping in a terrible bed), and decided we needed to go for a proper walk to work our muscles. After a bit of discussion, The Squeeze decided we would walk over the Derwent Bridge. At first he declared that we would walk to the bridge (about a kilometer and a half, or maybe two kilometers), then over it and on to the cenotaph. But we eventually decided to drive so that we could get a bit further than the cenotaph – into Salamanca as well.
We drove to the bottom of the bridge on our side (which is the east side), and carefully planned to walk up the left side of the bridge. The Squeeze estimated a couple of hours there and back, but we actually made it across the bridge in only twenty minutes (it’s only one and a half kilometers wide, though it looks far bigger). Ten minutes up I realised neither of us had brought a camera, but that was ok. I also realised that neither of us has hats, nor had I worn a shirt with sleeves (and I’m still recovering from an inadvertant roasting I gave myself last week riding to the city in a singlet). So I put on a jumper to cover my shoulders.
The bridge, though it looks quite steep, doesn’t feel it when you’re walking. But the footpath is actually quite narrow, so we had to press ourselves against the railing to let the occasional cyclist past (we saw about four in our twenty minute ride). The Squeeze and I spent most of the walk discussing whether we could ride over the bridge to work every day (yes from The Squeeze, who rides 10k to work every day and is currently made of iron, and maybe from me who is very competitive and hates being left out, but is more aluminum (foil) than iron these days), ogling the amazing view up and down the Derwent (it really is the most beautiful river valley – Hobart is the most beautiful city in Australia, I think, though Sydney’s harbour does trump it), pointing at jelly fish and shouting. I discovered that no one can hear you on the busy bridge, and that a good bit of shouted singing when combined with endorphines makes you feel really nice.
Twenty minutes later, we negotiate the underpass and start the hike into town to the cenotaph. This took us about twenty, twenty five minutes (it was only another kilometer and a half), but was a bit sunny and bright. There’s a bike path (called the intercity bike path because it links all the ‘cities’ on that side of the river – Hobart, Glenorchy, etc – separate city councils) which runs along the river below the main road which is kind of interesting. Well, not really, but we did see a seagull … If you call the place where rooks roost a rookery, would you call the place where seagulls roost a gullery? A gallery? ahahahahah. Anyway, they roost all along the train line there (which had resulted in a number of fatalities), and we saw many teeny fluffy seagull chicks. And were scared by a few aggressive seagull parents.
When we reached the cenotaph we decided (after a little negotiation, and some pleading on my part) to hire bikes and ride into Salamanca, and perhaps on to Jackman and McRoss in Battery Point. We did begin with a tandem, but decided (after a few minor stacks and unpleasant jabs in the arse) to go, for the sake of our relationship and my groin, with two normal bikes instead. The Squeeze was disappointed, but it all turned out for the best.
We rode on into Salamanca (I had a lovely time on the bouncy, wide-tired suspensioned mountain bike – no worrying about popping tires or slipping on gravel here! But much leaping on and off curbs and other serious Stunt Work), and I discovered that riding uphill (egads – Battery Point!) on that bike with slightly soft tires after a week on my arse was a bit of a challenge. But we had nice pies and then nice cakes (and a frightening bill) and then rode back downhill (woo-hoo!) into Salamanca.
I have to say, there’s nothing more wonderful than riding around a newly-emptied Christmas Eve Salamanca on a bouncy stunt bike. We zipped around and through traffic (they’re afraid of bikes here – and we found the Hobartians far tamer and less frightening than the Brunswick drivers), zoomed through the docks looking for the seal again (no luck) and then back to the cenotaph to return our bikes. About another three or four kilometers round trip.
And then back across the bridge through a bit of light rain, into the car and back up to Rose Bay.
Where we said hello to the ps, then went downstairs, took off an item of clothing or two, lay down and fell asleep immediately. Three hours later we awoke, consumed another lovely salmon dinner and embarked on the second round of mince tarts and a spot of tree decoration (we always do the tree christmas eve in our family). The father declared that we would watch all of the Star Trek films in celebration of the birth of our lord and saviour, and the tree decoration has consequently been interrupted by moments spent admiring William Shatner’s divine brilliance.
I have quite a few more photos to blog, but I’m being told to come and fiddle with ornaments.
marsupial
I don’t want to perpetuate any stereotypes about Taswegians, but…
Yesterday we were walking down Collins Street (a main street in Hobart Town) when we saw a man walking along with a small wombat over his arm. He had his hand palm up, supporting the sleepy-looking thing under its chest and belly. It’s little legs were dangling, giant claws displayed to advantage. It wasn’t a very big wombat, and it looked a little like we felt – in need of a serious nap.
The Squeeze told me to “Pat the wombat! Pat the wombat!” but i was too shy.
I don’t know where he was going with the wombat, nor what he’d do with it once he got there*, but it’s not everyday you see a wombat being taken to the shops. But I guess it is Christmas time…
*The Squeeze did say he saw it coralled in a sort of ‘suitcase enclosure’ (to use his words) in the mall later on.