Three unplugged acoustic guitars. One microphone. Lots of light and shade... you could have heard a pin drop when we started with Pink Floyd's "Breathe"... it's such a great, unusual piece to turn heads and ears in our direction!
Yes yes, we had lots of fun doing it... we literally walked in, tuned-up as they introduced us, and played and ad-libbed as we went... but playing songs we'd all done together before. A classic example of "rehearsed spontaneity"!
Trust me (D'oh)... I played guitar, sang "Breathe" (Mick sang the other two songs), harmonica and "egg" (like half a maraaca!) - oh, and some solid foot-stomping country-folk-style on the wooden floorboards! heh heh.
Mat 'complained' that it was the quietest he'd ever played anywhere!
I actually adore playing like that... just unplugged acoustics playing within the natural sound-acoustics of the small room, and playing off each other to create a really warm intimate feel. Playing to people, rather than just in front of people (does that make sense?)
I actually prefer that kinda playing situation to a whole band thing. Don't get me wrong... I love playing in and with a band, but the musical dynamics of an unplugged event is just beautiful to be involved with. You have to really work to create a mood - and we did that within the first five seconds.
A good time was had by all.
Matt has been saying for the last six months-or-so (that's about how long I've known him?) that he wants to get out of this town (he's born and bred here and never really lived anywhere else...). From what he was saying in the last few weeks and days, I think that's sooner than later. He's totally exhausted working endless shift work for an ungrateful employer. He'll probably end up in another State somewhere as a driver or something totally different.
I think he needs to do it. He needs to grow up and spread his wings, basically.
He's even emotionally steadied himself to leave the band, which he readily admits is the only positive thing happening in his life at the moment... it's what he lives for, he says.
But he knows with all the other people floating about in Box of Sox, him moving on won't be a huge loss musically. And he's accepting that.
I expect him to be gone by the end of the month, between you and me. I can see him just up and going, just like that.
He really needs to do it. For himself.
It always seems to be the way.
Just as I really start getting close to someone as a friend, they move on.
No wonder I just find it so hard to feel open to many people anymore. I'm really exhausted of investing and risking vulnerability with a few other close personal friends, and then they move away and the friendship ultimately changes.
But it's what Matt needs to do for himself. And that's the more important thing.
When push comes to shove, I only have one really close personal and intimate friend i feel totally confident to share and be vulnerable with, after Matt moves away.
(I had lunch with him yesterday, actually, thank god! Thank you, Mr Hoon).
And I'm a bloke who used to be surrounded by people who claimed to be my close intimate friends, with whom I shared myself in very intimate ways friendship-wise. Those so-called 'Christians'...
So yeah... I think I've said it somewhere else... I prize the value of interpersonal "trust" very highly, and I've been gypped so many times, had trust betrayed by numerous people with gossip and (honestly) lies, I find it really difficult to leave myself open to many people anymore.
That's really sad. I don't like being like this. But I'm just too scared to continually being hurt over and over again by people who promise so much, and in the end just throw it all back in your face and mock you with it.
It takes me so long these days to get to a point where I really start to TRUST someone enough to make myself open and vulnerable to them.
And then to have them throw it back in your face...
Oh, shut up, Mal.
I think I'll just crack open a bottle of my expensive red instead, whatdoyareckon? lol
Nah, I'll listen to my favoured NRL team Manly playing Souths on the radio instead.
Daylight savings ended for us last night... 3am became 2am... yes yes, I totally forgot to wind my clock back one hour. Not to worry on a quiet laid-back cloudy Sunday.
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I normally don't do too many memes these days...but this looked simple enough. Thanks to Caroline for the meme.
The rule! Remember:
You Can Only Type One Word
1. Where is your mobile phone? ~ printer
2. Your significant other? ~ unknown
3. Your hair? ~ shorter
4. Your mother? ~ passed away
5. Your father? ~ faithful
6. Your favorite thing? ~ sons
7. Your dream last night? ~ flying
8. Your favorite drink? ~ juice
9. Your dream/goal? ~ unfocused
10. The room you’re in? ~ bedroom
11. Your ex? ~ blonde
12. Your fear? ~ backwards
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? ~ asleep
14. Where were you last night? ~ playing
15. What you’re not? ~ sane
16. Muffins? ~ blueberry
17. One of your wish list items? ~ Greece
18. Where you grew up? ~ Sydney
19. The last thing you did? ~ sleep
20. What are you wearing? ~ t-shirt
21. Your TV? ~ LG
22. Your pets? ~ Thoon
23. Your computer? ~ Acer
24. Your life? ~ dull
25. Your mood? ~ despondent
26. Missing someone? ~ YES
27. Your car? ~ blue
28. Something you’re not wearing? ~ sox
29. Favorite Store? ~ Music
30. Your summer? ~ uneventful
31. Like someone? ~ unrequited
32. Your favorite color? ~ orange
33. When is the last time you laughed? ~ yesterday
34. Last time you cried? ~ unknown
35. Who will/would re-post this? ~ Paige
There are 269 days remaining until the end of the year.
In 1327, the poet Petrarch first sees his idealized love, Laura, in the church of Saint Clare in Avignon. (Isn't that a beautiful concept? Pure loveliness. "Idealized love").
Raphael, Italian painter and architect born in 1483 (d. 1520). (Artists move me... how they manage capture the essence of a moment of time so creatively continues to astound me).
Napoleon abdicates in 1814. He is then exiled to Elba. (Now there's an asswipe, surely?)
1896 - In Athens, the opening of the first modern Olympic Games 1,500 years after being banned by Roman Emperor Theodosius I.
In 1909, Robert Peary and Matthew Henson allegedly reach the North Pole. (In everything I've ever read about the guy, I don't think he really got there in truth. he treated his Native American 'sherpa' Henson like an animal as soon as they got back to 'civilization'... Perry was obviously an ass!)
1917 (World War I): United States declares war on Germany.
Peas be with ewe
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