KRudd & JGill - Team Rocket

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ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD O HAPPY NIGHT ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD ACTING PM JGILL ACTING PRIME MINISTER JULIA GILLARD Je vous adore

My friend G who knew me when we were 15 or something in North Balwyn recently got in touch and I ended up explaining my politics. He liked it so here we go.

Hi G,

Ah well you can't keep everyone happy, but you can't complain that the
coalition hasn't had a good turn in office! I daresay if Howard had left
Work Choices out of the mix, signed the Kyoto Protocol, and perhaps
forgotten about the nuclear reactors, he might have been reelected,
although the interest rate rises didn't help his case.

For me there was also the unthinking following into Iraq, the lies on
children overboard, the long-term wrongful detention of various
Australians with language difficulties and mental illness as well as
asylum seekers, the AWB fiasco where taxpayers slush-funded Saddam, the
onerous requirements for single parents and disability pensioners who've
been treated like dole bludgers since July 1, the very late conversion
to climate change and much more. I also think that counting someone who
does one hour's work a week as employed is wrong, and that the only
reason housing rates were lower under Howard when he was treasurer and
bank rates at 21% was because they artificially capped housing rates,
and that when Keating stopped that (backed by the coalition) they had to
come higher. there was low inflation in those days too and it was much
easier to study and buy a house. We have a situation now where household
debt has completely ballooned, houses are out of reach of the average
family unless they move to woop-woop and young graduates enter the
workforce with ten of thousands of dollars of HECS debts to their name
when they're barely adults, while uni education has been sold off to
international wealthy students at the expense of Australians with less
money. I also think science and research and development has been very poor, and believe we have incredible potential as a a source of
international scientific and medical breakthrough way beyond what has
been achieved if only the government would seriously back those areas.

Howard was also always confrontational at the State/Federal level which
left us with a legacy of mismanaged water etc. His announcement a few
months back that Australia's major food growing areas were about to have
irrigation completely stopped, and attempt to tackle it with a
last-minute, mismanaged plan with little State consultation was a
botched job. It's not his fault that we have drought - except insofar as
he has presided over 11.5 years of failure to tackle extensive
deforestation, greenhouse gas build-up, unsustainable practices, lack
of tackling capping, trading or fining schemes for industrial polluters
- in fact subsidising them at the expense of renewable sciences and
businesses. So in that sense, his old world beliefs have contributed to
drought-inducing climate change. Then there was gutting the ABC until
about a year ago when government began giving a little funding back(only after putting arch conservatives such as Windshuttle in to run
it)... So I am hoping these elements, or some of them, will make some
progress under a government with a different focus. I don't think
they'll be radical though, and I doubt if any reds are hiding under the
bed!

On the plus side, the gun buyback scheme was gutsy and well done, and I
think Howard did well on East Timor - I diagree with Keating on that
one.

Dweezil and Moon

Frank and Gail

Phydeaux IIIb; Frank and Gail at work in the studio

Zappa Plays Zappa Zaps Melbourne

Standing ovation for the ZPZ team led by Frank Zappa's eldest son Dweezil at their show at Hamer Hall in the Arts Centre last night. It was a very moving experience, knowing that Dweezil, a stunning guitarist in his own right, had chosen to spend a year studying and three months rehearsing a slice of his father's voluminous output with a fine ensemble to take on a world tour.
Quoted from the ZPZ website, DZ says: 'Prepping for the tour has been like preparing for a medieval battle where going into it your sharpest weapon is a spoon. But I'm pretty deadly with that spoon now.'

Also featuring...
Scheila Gonzalez
Saxophone, Flute, Keyboards & Vocals -
My personal favourite & all-round musical delite, exceptional versatility, funk and spunk (played with Ray Parker Jr. and Billy Preston, Sheila E.)

Aaron Arntz
Keyboards & Trumpet -
This guy is great (The Red Elvises, Telepathy Ascendant)

Pete Griffin
Bass -
Bad and funky (Hanson, Edgar Winter)

Billy Hulting
Marimba, Mallets & Percussion -
Neat (Maynard Ferguson’s High Voltage 2, Lou Rawls, Patti Labelle, Manhattan Transfer)

Jamie Kime
Guitar -
Individual, complimentary (Jewel, Michelle Branch,Malford Milligan in The Boneshakers

Joe Travers
Drums & Vocals -
The Zappa Vaultmeister since '95, a true gentleman and precision executioner) (Z [Ahmet & Dweezil Zappa], Duran Duran, Billy Idol, Lisa Loeb and Drake Bell.)

Ray White
Guitar and Vocals - (Frank Zappa, Don't Push the Clown)
A rubbery and rather extraordinary blues vocalist. Good improviser

Steve Vai
Guitar from Mars - (Frank Zappa, himself)

There was a big screen hitched overhead and the show kicked off and finished with Frank up there centre screen whipping it out with some dental floss farming in 'Montana' and socking out a monstrous solo. The whole ensemble accompanied him in an accomplished and highly-arranged style typical of his touring days. The rest of the time ZPZ did the show a la Dweezil according to the book of Frank with vocals scattered across the performers and lead sorties from DZ and Ray White.

My highlights were 'Willy the Pimp' from Hot Rats (rarely heard), a thoroughly enjoyable 'Dirty Habits', some opening songs which reminded us of Frank's R&B roots and teen background as a boy in the Mohave Desert region of California and the encore of a scintillating performance of 'Dog Meat', Dweezil's own favourite 'G-Spot Tornado' and 'Muffin Man'.

Dweezil relaxed into his solos as Frank did, treating the electric guitar as a serious compositional instrument capable of extraordinary expression and variation. His solos, like his father's, take you on an aural journey that the listener finds quite extraordinary, leaving her or him in a world a little better than the one they used to inhabit.

Despite his stated (and admirable) dedication to exactly reproducing FZ arrangements of certain Zappa/Mothers performances captured amongst enough reel to reel tape to encircle the world a few times, plus the digital catalogue (over 70 albums), Dweezil has his own very distinct style of playing. Challenging and intriguing, never flashy or shallow for the sake of a quick eargasm, Dweezil's work on the strings of his various Fenders and Gibsons, one of them apparently Frank's old SG, is absolutely seductive.

If I were to get critical at all it would be of Peaches En Regalia, a personal favourite which was a little hammered by the mass rock execution of its quirky signature, originally relatively minimalist.

A minor quibble though. It cost $10,000 (probably US)to bring this specialised gear - a HUGE set-up - to Australia, and certainly the mixed sex road crew were hard at work dismantling it after the show, en route to Adelaide, Sydney and Japan.

If you get the change to catch this show, go for it. There's a will within Zappa Inc to see it continue world touring. That would be a great service to the cause of international music.

Frank would be tickled.

WAAOAHHH - batton down the hatches punters!

Wild night at the Civic -hello Steve Lucas, you legend

One year on, Ian Rilen's ashes have been scattered over Torquay

Martin Sharp does Oz does Bob

that's me ... hi ...

GetUp!'s clever ad

total eclipse

oh lovely moon
red and bountiful, swollen and magical
a long night watched by teenagers chatting on a front wall
mothers round-mouthed staring
dogs entranced and slow-pawed
reluctant to come inside
a late night stay-up of a flirtatious, cloud-peeping semi-veiled and then proudly out moon
our earth sandwiched between her and her beacon, the sun
our shadow straying like a mantilla across her face
slow and teasing, taunting
the imagination moon
a sliver scimitar then sings with light
till she is gone

love to all you moonstruck moomintrolls

Hirdy to Sheedy: do you read me?

The only sane choice to replace God as coach of Essendon FC is Saint Hird. If his last spray made the team lift and win over the Demons, why not send him in to coach? None of the other guys on offer are as good as Sheeds, so why not give James a go? Knows the game inside and out, great player, an inspirational leader, excellent sportsman and Don through and though. Go Essendon - go Hird - and I'll never forget how Sheeds, Hird and the team turned me on to a sport I once hated as a kid. KS - you are a giant among Australian blokes. The board are so blind as them that will not see, but if we can't have you, then give us this day our daily Hird. For ever and ever, Amen/Awomen.

Saint Hird as a boy

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A message from the coach

Please to be viewing this leaked speech from the coach of the Collingwood After Hours Social Club in the affectionate and appreciative spirit in which it was intended. No point sueing boys, this is satire and I'm a single Mum.

NO SANCTUARY

as you stumble out onto the extinct moor
where the planets puck-choooon around the
slickback sky and the cold is ravenous
your eyes like fairy floss on sump oil
your coat torn from your body by an immense wind
as you stumble your heart
bounces round the gorse
blood dripping jarring
from the yellow blooms
your lungs a snap-freeze burn fest

LOOK OUT!!!
springing out of the snap-lock black
snarling were-poodles
from the wrong side of the tracks

yip yip hoooooowl at
the cheesey gangrenous moon
that whopper moon
OOOOWOOOOOOOOORRRR
hell is hound-less
rend your wrists in red threads
kiss your throat
THERE IS NO SANCTUARY

remember everything you sprayed for
remember your bleeding palms
after your crawled
through the city
making the sign of the plasticene cross
your black mac trenchcoat aura
and the wrong haircut
the soul you sold for threepence
on the bus

THERE IS NO SANCTUARY

Mutant Vampire Poodle From the Wrong Side of the Tracks (the Queen)

Mutant Vampire Poodle From the Wrong Side of the Tracks

Amelia Walker at launch of The Recessive Type III

Dan Lee "Travis Bickle Transition" at 07 Melb Int Com Fest

Coming to Australia

fighting dragons naked is risky

st george & the dragon (a statue)

fighting dragons naked
is risky
st george buffed & barefoot
in roman helmet & flowing cape
leans cruel
over his prey

one strange sartorial english patron saint
this roman soldier they say
fought diocletian's torture bravely
(beheaded in 303) and he
probably never set a foot on
flat-topped dragon hill, uffington
berkshire where the legend emerged
(circa 12th century)
nor even 'mother' england

(no grass grows where
dragon's blood is spilled)

whose bucephalus stallion
nevertheless
now straddles boehm's beast
in australia
baring his tender belly to what's below

the dragon crocodillus
pieced with adder head
& agonised
bites dumb on the 20ft spear
sunk into its shoulder
a cheated & hurt
animal confusion
like a cat
hit by a car

no goosebumps here
perhaps a heatwave and george
just tossed his jerkin off
ta-da!

then suddenly, a dragon,
a baby one surely?
...a dragon just smaller than him -
a patchwork beast dreamed
from dinosaur
bones left on a beach
claws clinging wound round a plinth
tail spilling over
appeared?

why didn't it just burn naked george?
fricassee his horse?
make him wish he hadn't worn a
metal
hat?

girl and a dog

Happy bird day to me. An Aquarian Dragon. And to other Aquarian Dragons.

For the surgeon

Quickening at midnight
the bone marimba
will dance macabre indefinitely
dangling the light fantastic
A push of wind from the dank garden
A glockenspiel cavorts
sliced away from the bone
sinews dangling
Then needles will dance
a minuette for the surgeon
A sward of black in the tumbling light
Bandages whorl and whistle
whomp and swirl like sails
and sinews knit and platelets
will dance the dance of healing
Bow deep/ body/
surgeon/ bow deep

Scherzo

(for my third boyfriend)

She is my she-wolf The bitch
gliding in an open-top can’t be expected
Mercedes laughing Slut I ought to
trails of notes Over and over
falling klingtk dingtk she falls from
klingtk my hand
to the floor She is Lilliput
like silver keys She is spit
the sun is her Salope!
dripping blood orange Oh,
She even as I kick
adopted me, let me her she
in her legs round brings me down
her skirt an adagio frill A hole
She’s my padded room where my
my honey ant dream
my package through customs ought to be