Category Archives: Wednesday Night is Garbage Night

Saturday night is garbage night.

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Been asked to be a DJ at this event. I know nothing about it apart from what you read here. If you happen to be at this event by design or by accident, you will at one point hear me play music, which could be good, but might not be. I think I will go on early as I am an old codger.

Now, I have a question about Unity3D so I will browse…


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I have all the bones and the magic shield and I’m at the bit where the gorilla is swinging on the chain knocking all cars the onto the boat. So I’m waiting for the umbrella sound, you know, that pffwwt! sound that an umbrella makes and I don’t hear it and I don’t know what I am supposed to do next?

Was that grey face that leaned over my crib sometimes when we were living in Perth, a kind of thin sad face, was that my real father?

 

Why wont kitty move??? (bump)

 

 

She must like me otherwise she wouldn’t have come to the party at all even though she hung around with her friend all night she kept looking at me like she was waiting for me to do something but if she should have come over and said something. Sorry that wasn’t a question.

Cheapest deal on cuttlefish. Got 15 birds, need quality cuttlefish. Sunshine Vic.

 

What does “Eliphalet Wickes” actually mean? I’m serious about this.

 

 

Does GUI.changed work with DrawDefaultInspector? If not is there an alternative solution? GUI.changed is always returning false.

 

Which season of Lost was it where the guy that was living in the tail part of the island who had the hut under a tree or something and he’d buried teeth, I think it was teeth and they turned into skeletons or maybe Im getting this confused with some other film I saw???

Would you agree that Frederick William I was not subject to predestination until such time as he became conversant of the tenet?

 

Why won’t kitty move?

Why?

LikLik Retpela Hat

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Here it is. My contribution to the Gay And Lesbian Mardi Gras. Or as the mouth breathing scum that rejoice in the title ‘common people’ call it: “The Mardi Gras” with all that pervert stuff taken out. Oh they will be there – the radio has been pumping ‘I Will Survive” all week. Every straight guy within a km of Oxford Street is lisping and mincing but will be back to bashing pooftas and Muslims next week. Woo! Woo!

If I had a float, it would have Superintendent Mike Thomas on it. I don’t know what he looked like but he’d be the main attraction. I reckon. I think he was the Phantom.

Or Condoman, who as a near brother of the Phantom did all he could to save the indigenous population from AIDS. Back when we had Labor government. Don’t get me started, I can usually hold my inner Bolshie in check but the mouth breathers have been particularly bad recently.

Perhaps why Pauline Pantsdown is doing a show this weekend. Whenever I feel a bit queasy about going out and doing more shows I thank god that unlike Simon at least I don’t have to put back on the greasepaint. But it’s started to slide again and somebody has to …

INTERMISSION – Some drunk English dolly bird has fallen out of the Cricketers Arms into in my doorway babbling glottal stops on her smart phone like a parody of every UK Washed Up Raver Moved To The Colonies – “nah mate, it’s called Dub Side Of The Moon, Geddit? Drum And Bass! Wicked! Australians GO OFF this Mardi Gras mate not like back home of course what time is it there yeah got a job here cold calling gonna go to Thailand next” etc. etc.

If we are going to put people “on the boats and send them back” like the mouth breathers want can we start with this lot thanks. At least get out of my fucking doorway thank you. There, peace again.

Anyway. Simon teaches sound production at KUNST KAMP and is rightly known as one of the few locals to raise a ruckus over the evil racist shit that was going on at the time. He was rewarded with some popularity which didn’t save him from a bollocking at the same Homebake festival at which we performed in 1998. Of course the kids think something is hilarious, but even more hilarious is to beat up the person who did it. Then forget.

(sips his Victory Gin). No hope in the Proles.

This is getting maudlin. We need a joke. So the young bohemians are in need of a model again. Seems that Olde Darlinghurst is back in style, and they have discovered Madeleine Preston’s photo archive from the 1980′s. I enjoy this because I was there, but I can’t imagine why anyone else would. For example, my old drum machine:

Will the youth of today set fire to theirs so it looks chic toasted? Anyway the joke is a fashion glossy is going to be covering that extremely chic band Severed Heads and wondered if I had a bigger copy of:

Such style! Such Poise! And some minimal synth! He looks like he just realised he needs to go to the toilet and the synthesiser is too heavy to lift. The reality is it’s 1984 and I think we’re doing something for City Slab Horror. The scary thing is half the people I recognise in this photo archive are already dead.

I quite like this one:

The party is really swinging! On the floor is Bradbury and Cornaga probably arguing about something. On the bed please admire my taste in red socks and cheap trousers. Only the best from the local opportunity shop! Obviously rapt in conversation and cheap cask wine is the divine Chlorine Presley Smith who was the woman who tolerated me at the time. This is what people did before the Internet folks! Glower at each other.

(sips his Victory Gin.)

WNIGN: Tripela Liklik Pik

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Superintendent Mike Thomas tells the story of Tripela Liklik Pik on a flexidisc produced by the ABC in Port Moresby. The recording is from 1960, but my cover is slightly different to the version that the ABC had as a stream, it might be a second pressing.

It is of course The Three Little Pigs in New Guinea Pidgin – ‘three-fella smaller pig’. The wolf is a wail dok – ‘wild dog’.

No one in my family ever learned Pidgin but we picked up a few terms like kaikai that got thrown a bit around the haus. This particular language is now called Tok Pisin and covered here.

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The art is by Jane Lodge.

The sound is here. So that you can read along here is the tale in English and Pidgin!

If you are very good I will next post the flexidisc of Liklik Retpela Hat. Otherwise I’ll post the flexidisc of Allegron For Your Pensioners. The choice is yours!

WNIGN: English Music

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The English have distinct tastes. Sexually, “English” means a lot of whacking of bottoms. You can get your head dumped down a toilet as well if you pay the lady enough. Then there’s English cooking which involves wrapping the intestines of a smaller animal inside the intestines of a larger animal. That and turnips. Which is why England invaded India to get decent meals.

If it weren’t for Ireland they wouldn’t have chips and they took on Scotland for the pizza buttie. Hence the UK.

Anyway, one thing of which England is rightly proud is their music. So rather than drag out some more Mysterious East, let’s go back to the mother country for some of that fine English music culture.

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Trains In Trouble is a compilation of ‘steam engines in difficulties, with goods’. Thrill at the pulsing sounds as a v2 class ‘belching steam from the front end but making surprisingly good progress, heads past Usan Signal Box’. Or how about the V2 that has ‘considerable trouble getting a grip on drizzle dampened rails’, ‘driving wheels wildly slipping’ off up the 1 to 200 Stoke Summit. All the stories are told right here on the extensive cassette sleeve notes.

This is the ultimate in locomotive non-action. Engine failure and dismal English weather one on one. As if Harold Pinter rewrote Thomas The Tank Engine and then hanged himself.

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An Argo cassette of 1979 but with recordings ranging back to the 1950′s, it was produced by prominent recordist Peter Handford. Possibly neither will bother but are welcome to have it removed. Argo by the way was the part of Decca records that was usually associated with lutes. Renaissance music and locomotives – we seemed to have a bloody lot of it in the family home.

If you find this kind of thing vaguely erotic please go here.

WNIGN: Shaken, not Stirred

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In daily life he seemed reserved. Bashful. You would not give this small man in a suit a second glance. You would be very wrong.

This man was The Elvis of Malaysia, The Singing Lawyer. He could paint your portrait in oils while serenading you in three languages and then sue your pants off. He once sang in the street and 100,000 people stopped to hear, several of whom died from intense pleasure. He hosted a game show which he won every week. He was eventually assassinated by Stock, Aitken & Waterman by making him sing with Kylie.

But it is not until you open the cassette and look inside that you know just who you are dealing with.

There is no way I am going to upload music by Sudirman here. He would come back to life and rip my spine out. Then sue me.

Instead we will have Jenny.

Click to see her mole.

Say what you like about her vibrato, she can sure belt it out. The windows rattle and the dogs howl for miles. I used a little bit of this on one of my own recordings. Maybe you can spot it.

WNIGN: The invention of RnB.

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Many people consider RnB music to be an invention of African American origin. Nothing is further from the truth. RnB was invented by the Stylers, the most important band in popular music history. I provide here proof in the form of recorded music.

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You will note the interchange between deep male spoken voice and sweet female singing along the with the smooth melodic shifts that are the hallmark of RnB. Truly the Stylers are forgotten innovators.

And honest. Sometimes it is difficult to know exactly what you are buying from a record cover. I am not able to read the text but I can assure you that what you see on the cover is exactly what you get.

Give me free music.

Part of the ‘only about 500 more cassettes to go’ series.

WNIGN: Not what I expected.

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Excuse me? This music. It’s not what I expected. Yes, I know it’s bamboo. Yes. Yes. But, I was expecting something… Indonesian. Because this is Indonesia. I know, you are not cut off from humanity I am not saying that. I am sure you have very wide tastes. Of course, it’s just that the cover

says INDONESIAN BAMBOO MUSIC. No it’s not traditional anything I’m not born yesterday. Singing ‘Nellie The Elephant’ in Bahasa Indonesia is not traditional. No I am sure Fetty is a very nice lady. I said Nellie. Alright I am leaving there’s no need for that.

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WNIGN: The worst music in the world.

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When my old man wanted to indicate something was truly bad he would compare it to something he called ‘Malaysian Brass Band Music’. There was nothing worse – even a dog turd on a stick or John Howard was better than ‘Malaysian Brass Band Music’. Having heard it a long time ago, I believe I’ve found the culprit – although I now have so many cassettes in my studio that you could hide a small car under them & there is the possibility that this is only the second worst music in the world and the real thing is lurking about a metre down.

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Yes it shows classical Thai musicians on the front. That is simply to fool you into listening to it. The contents have no connection – although the cassette definitely came in this cover.

Really, if you can handle the first few minutes it starts to take on a charm. I still hum the melody every now and then – possibly because it repeats for about an hour. In fact when you consider the Amen style beat and the looping riff it’s really no worse than most techno music… played on brass instruments in a psych ward outside Bangkok.

Damn

If anyone feels that they have worse music they should let me know and I will link to it so all may judge.

UPDATE: Stewart says: http://www.aprilwinchell.com/audio/

Oh BTW: anyone who starts a dialogue about being culturally insensitive should (a) recall that Australia invented the Lagerphone and (b) go play with their own collection of weird cassettes. We here are having a K7 party and you’re not invited!