Old, we are not old, we are old...or is that "We are Devo", bit partial to Rare Earth "Get Ready" one of the few song am able to remember how to play, the groove is all. Yanked onto the stage yesterday, 30 second band..ie band assembled 30 seconds prior to performance, similar to setting up a weaving Laverda for a 130kph sweeper.... "Copperhead Road" ton of fun, was playing mandolin, the big staccato part of the song, breaks a string ( wacks me in the face ) on my mando...commit as in Laverda riding, keep playing, punters love live action.
Of art Nadia, moments in a life, Arthur Boyd painting "The Mockers" at NSW art gallery, viewing paintings in the physical has no comparison to photographs, less than a foot away from you, has an effect ilicited, difficult to describe. Another time i was gazing at a large modern artwork, noticed a real dead fly in the picture, partner and myself pointing out the anomaly, soon had a gathering of souls wondering the new meaning to this painting.... quite a large mob in the end as partner and self moved to the rear and observed true human nature. Another is yawning in a doctors waiting room, the fission type reaction in the room is well diverting, soon have a room of perpetual yawning.... beats being bored to my mind.... perhaps the others may not be so possessed, why are my patients all yawning, doctors conundrum.... j.