R.I.P. Happy Travellers

Today I mourned the loss of an old friend…my pair of brown Havaianas. Is it wrong to be sad over two pieces of six-year-old rubber? I think, no.

Why? Because it’s not just the shoes I’m saying goodbye to, it’s all those times I had staring down at my feet in those shoes around our happy world. Walking through Egyptian sand, hanging off the side off Thai boats, trudging through Glenworth Valley mud - places my feet may never be again.

I should have seen it coming, the plug had been blowing over and over again for the entire summer but still, when the strap actually snapped this morning I was forlorn. I even considered taping or gluing it back together. Deeper consideration lead to the conclusion that my appearance was already leaning a little close to hobo these days and thus, ‘Operation Glue’ was abandoned.

So, in honour of the little fellas that have carried me across the world and all around Sydney, I dedicate the below track of awesomeness – Ramblin’ Man by Hank Williams Snr:

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1by83_hank-williams-ramblin-man_music

SIGH. Gym Music Set To Get Worse

Let's hope they outlaw Scooter.



Australian Gyms Face 1,500 Percent Hike in Music Royalty Fees

Music Lady Love

I have never met a woman who doesn't like Stevie Nicks.

In fact, most females would even admit to having a slight lady-crush on the top-hatted gypsy. But why? Usually women folk are divided by successful examples of our own kind...so what makes Nicks different?

Madonna - polarises women into those who idolise her achievements, to those who feel she is a praying mantis-like-harpy capable of eating her young, and incapable of singing in key.

GAGA - definitely divides. You either dig the weirdness or are scared by it.

Britney - sigh. Poor ol' crazy Britters. After her dismal Circus tour, America's sweetheart, turned white trash idol, turned outbound mental patient is more deserving of yawns than gasps of delight or disgust.

Kylie - pop robot. Fabulous for the dance floor...but do any of us feel like we really know Kylie? Sure she's good fun on a Saturday night, but unless you're a gay man in Soho circa 2003, you're probably not snuggling up in your room with a copy of Fever.

And perhaps it is this element of intimacy that's missing with Kylie that makes Stevie Nicks so damn likable. In every song her heart's front and centre. With Rhiannon we're right with her being the unattainable spirit, with Little Lies we're the weak lover breaking up, and with Seven Wonders...well...hmm... maybe we're just watching her freak out after too many lines.

Could she be the once-drug-addled, rock n' roll, everywoman? The 21st century, female Hamlet...in awesome boots, long skirts and a top hat.

A Logie. An award, not a disease.

If the Emmys and a footy club presentation night were to sleep together, then The Logies would be their ugly bastard child.

Australian television's night of nights represents so many things to so many people. For young Home & Away stars its their big step into wider fame, and also their chance to make out with a star from Neighbours. For Bert, its a chance to reminisce on the times when he had real hair. For the rest, its a time to reflect on the year that's passed and get hammered free of charge.

And this year for journalists, in particular The Age's Catherine Deveny, it calls to attention the desperate need for a SARCASM font or key, that allows readers of binary produced messages to recognise that the author is not 100% serious.


I by no means condone what Deveny said in regards to the Rove comment...but must admit to a chuckle when reading her post about Bindi Irwin. In the case of the latter remark - lighten up Australia...she wasn't actually hoping that an 11 year-old was gonna get some at the Logies.

And so to return to the point of my blog - I call on all those clever computer type nerds to pull themselves out of their current game of World Of Warcraft, and ply every minute of their monitor-lit hours into the invention of - SARCASM THE FONT. Surely it can't be too far from Comic Sans?




Sidebar: Yesterday it was reported that Elvis Presley actually died as a result of chronic constipation. Kids, please take it easy on the double-decker cheeseburgers and peanut butter. Dying on the toilet well before your time is just not rock n' roll...think of all the 'Best Of' albums you'd be missing out on plugging.