Soundtrack to my youth... 2

Here's a few more snippets of the music
that still echoes in my head...

The first live act I saw... I lived in a country
town, next door to the pub, and I would
sneak into the stage area and watch the
show from a corner at the side of the tin
shed that housed the stage... I was about
8 years old.

The following pieces are from the early to
mid 70s...

I saw AC/DC quite a lot when they were in
town playing the local pubs.

Budgie... I still can't get enough of them.

Oop poop pa doo... Thorpie.

Slade... after this concert I saw them
in Melbourne... what a wild show.

I like this album so much I've included
two tracks... It's STINK - McKenna
Mendelson Mainline.

Enjoy... I know I still do.

Rainbow Connection...

A few posts ago, I did this post that
that referred to rainbows and my loving
partner, Butch.

It seems that she and
rainbows go well together.

There's another rainbow connection with Butch,
and it's to do with the way we communicate.

Butch and I email each other at least five times
each, per day... every day. And we have developed
a method of replying to each other's reply, that
saves us from writing a fresh email every time.
What we do is simply insert our responses at the
appropriate point in the email, in a different font
colour, so that it's easier to decipher the replies
from the replies to the replies... if you follow my
drift... and thereby we create a rather colourful
email.

I have included an example below. I've added a
background, matching the font, so that you can
see what I'm driving at, without seeing what
Butch and I were actually saying.

Rainbow Communication

The use of colourful language
when writing to a loved one


As you can see above, we engage in a lot
of strong, bold colourful language when we 'talk'.

This video seemed appropriate...

Cheers.

A Paper Sign...

I'm very tempted to post this sign on the
gatepost of my house...

Need I say more...?

Well yes I will say more. It makes me so
angry that I would have to even consider
doing something like that.

We live on a
street that's en route to the local rail
station, and as a result we get quite a few
people walking past our house in the
mornings.

Almost every Wednesday, MB's paper is
missing. Sure, she doesn't read it, but that's
not the point. She relies on it being there, and
more often that not... it's not.

I expect that the
person steeling the paper isn't necessarily
your typical criminal type. I guess they would
just blend in with the rest of us. Except for
the fact that this person thinks that picking
up MB's paper as they go to work is
quite okay.

Where do people get
that idea from? And I guess I'm talking
about an adult with reasonable intelligence,
but it seems, without any scruples.

I'm considering laying
in wait to catch them red handed and confront
them... with my camera. (If they're not big
and masculine and likely to bite my head
off, that is.)

I love the bass player...

Watch the bass player... this guy took soloing
to new heights in the 40s.

I wouldn't be surprised if he played with his teeth,
set the thing alight then smashed it up.

I LOVE this video.

My 'garbo' said to me...

I was out at my letter box this morning when my
'garbo' (kerb-side household trash collection
practitioner, if you prefer) yelled at me from
his garbage truck;

"Hey Bear... where's ya bin?"

"Oh... I've been in Townsville."

"Nah... where's ya wheelie bin?"

"Yeah... I've really been in Townsville."



And here's the pics to prove it;

Two planes and one day each way.


A pleasant place to be.








I hope I get to go back and do some sightseeing.

Cheers.

Whad'YaKnow... Butch must be home.

What other reason could there be...

for the end of this rainbow being on my house?

I took that shot as I headed home from work this
afternoon, and it reminded me of this video...


...and of you, Butch.

Soundtrack to my youth...

I was just killing time when I decided to search
YouTube for clips from the late 60s to the early
70s, my teen years or thereabouts, and here's
some clips that stood out for me...


A couple of favourite songs from a favourite artist.

This clip shows a little of the scene around my home
town of Melbourne in the early to mid 70s.

The band is Lobby Lloyd's Coloured Balls, or maybe
the Wild Cherries with Lobby Lloyd. There was a real
divide in Melbourne between Sharpies and anyone
with long hair... the trouble was, Lobby Lloyd was
popular to both sides of the divide and there were
many brawls at venues where they played and
the audience mixed.

By the way, the above clip was made by Greg
Macainsh the base player for Skyhooks (white
suit in this clip). So here's a song from them...

Not sure why I've put all this here... but enjoy anyway.

Cheers.