A few months ago I was lucky enough to be on a table that won the “Lucky Door Prize” for a dinner at Sydney’s Aria Restaurant. Along with ten others, I enjoyed a wonderful night this evening of great company, great conversations, delicious food and wine, and great views of the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Sydney Opera House. Though the servings look small, they were very filling and very, very enjoyable.
Dinner at AriaDinner at Aria
We were treated to matched wines chosen by the son of one of our hosts. We also had a visit to our table by the restaurant’s owner, Matt Moran. Feeling very, very fortunate/privileged tonight, so I thought I’d share a few of the lovely photographs I took. Very grateful.
For just a brief moment tonight I think I’ve had what they describe as a “flashback”.
It was 1987 and I was dancing in what was the uber-cool Oxford Street bar, “The Exchange”. Back in those days, you had to go through the men’s toilet to get to the dance floor, as I recall.
Or maybe it was 1986, and I was dancing at what was probably Brisbane’s coolest bar at the time, “The Terminus”. You had your drag queens, you had your uber-cool yuppies, and you had your scruffy, but interesting students (me).
Or possibly it was 1988, and I was hanging out at the Oxley Club at Bourke in Western NSW, enjoying the occasional dance track in the midst of a Midnight Oil, Jimmy Barnes and Slim Dusty soundtrack.
To be honest, I can’t remember exactly which place it was, as it could have been all three.
But I do remember quite vividly being “transported” when I first heard the song “Love Can’t Turn Around” by Farley “Jackmaster” Funk (with vocals by Darryl Pandy). “House Music” was all pretty new and groovy in Australia back then, and I was absolutely blown away by Darryl Pandy, in particular, who had an amazing Screamin Jay Hawkins-like vocal style.
Back in those days, “vocal gymnastics” in pop music actually had a purpose. They were used to help convey the meaning of a song, not as a matter of course, as seems to be the case with a lot of today’s pop artists. “It’s one note, not 10” I find myself screaming at the television every time I watch one of those talent show. And yes, I’m aware that I sound like a complete grumpy old middle-aged man when I say that.
Anyway, for whatever reason – I think I may have briefly caught something on television – I’ve been reminded over the last few days about “Chicago House” from the mid 1980s. I bought a few of the vinyl collections as they were back then, and remember being quite influenced by the music at the time. I loved the driving beat, the simple lyrics, the strong vocals, and the combination of synthesisers and drums.
Last night I listened back to some of the tracks from the time including “Love Can’t Turn Around”, “Move Your Body” by Marshall Jefferson and “Mystery Of Love” by Fingers INC – three favourites at the time – and remarkably they all stand up pretty well twenty five years later. A lot of the others don’t: by modern production standards they sound simple and repetitive. But in the midst of any musical genre where there’s some dross, there are some absolute gems.
Twenty-something years later, and finding the video for “Love Can’t Turn Around” I couldn’t get over how camp Darryl Pandy was in the clip. He was not what I imagined.
And here’s the full length one with the great vocals where Darryl goes c-r-a-z-y… (scroll to the 6.25 mark to hear these vocals if twitter has destroyed your concentration span or if you just think this kind of music is just crap)
Anyway, a wonderful night reminiscing thanks to youtube and now it’s time for bed.
One of my post-holiday resolutions has been to eat more healthily.
A week down the track and I’m still doing it, which I’m really pleased about.
For lunch today I went to the vegetarian Indian place just around the corner on Cleveland Street, where I had the paneer dosa.
And then tonight for dinner I had vegetarian tacos. For the tacos, I admit, I probably used a little too much sour cream. But the sentiment to eat more healthily remained.
I also guess it didn’t help that Graeme and I had a drink at The Shift which was loads of fun. However as we (almost) kept to our self-imposed promise to leave before 9-o’clock, I maintain the sentiment was kept there also.
This desire to watch what I eat arises from my recent weight loss.
Who would have thought if you eat sensibly and exercise you can lose quite a bit of weight?
And although I’m not walking anywhere near as much as I did while I was in Sweden – I just don’t have that capacity in my day – I have resolved to keep up the healthy eating.
Anyway, it was a fun afternoon with Graeme.
One of the highlights was when a bloke came up to me and said hello who I hadn’t seen in 15 or 16 years. Maybe longer.
We were on a training course many years ago. I recognised his face instantly. His name came seconds later.
It’s amazing how a name, an occasion, a memory from such a long time ago can come flooding back so vividly.
Don’t get me wrong, because Pablo was an excellent performer, I really enjoyed him playing. But when I saw him playing at the Beach Hotel at Byron Bay Beach Hotel yesterday, I giggled a little.
Here was a bloke called Pablo with a beard and a bun, playing folk music with a flute and then later a trumpet at a pub in Byron, where I was drinking an overpriced 13-dollar schooner of Coopers Green.
“Can you get any more Byron than that?”, I said to a group of friends who grew up in the area, who remembered when Byron wasn’t quite the place it has become.
Pablo playing at the Beach Hotel, Byron.
I remember when the same group of us visited Byron a decade ago in the midst of the summer holiday. It was overcrowded and expensive, and we hated it, remembering the quieter times of our youth.
“It’s Bondi with crystals”, a friend of mine once observed.
But if you go during the middle of the week outside those peak times of the year, it’s still a wonderful place to visit.
And for me, it’s extremely convenient. It’s about 50 minutes on the bus, compared to 45 minutes by car. For ten dollars you can catch an unlimited travel return trip from Lismore to Byron, including, if you want to, taking buses within Byron Shire.
Rocky outcrop at King’s Beach
The last time I visited Byron was about 12 months ago, in the midst of COVID. I was keen to go back again this week, to see how it was looking. Definitely busier than 12 months ago, but not so busy that it was unbearable.
It’s much much longer since I last visited nearby King’s Beach.
A friend and I recalled yesterday the excitement we felt going there as teenagers because it was a “nude beach”.
There weren’t many people at the beach yesterday, but that’s just as I’d hoped.
There was, however, a lot of wildlife to be found with a goanna, some birdlife, and some gorgeous coastal forest.
On Saturday night, I was fortunate enough to be a +1 for the launch of the Chinese / Lunar New Year celebrations in Sydney. Here are some photographs from the festivities.
Chinese / Lunar New Year in Sydney (Year Of The Monkey)Chinese / Lunar New Year in Sydney. Great to see same-sex marriage advocate (and City of Sydney Councillor) Christine Forster and her partner attending in support. Chinese / Lunar New Year in Sydney
Spotted in the back laneway near home... It’s been ages since I’ve written about anything “discarded” in my back lane. Quite frankly, there’s been nothing for ages. People don’t seem to have been throwing things out. And then on the way home tonight, I saw an amazing piece of “art”. I still don’t know what to make of it.
Aside from work, the big highlight of the day was going to see a friend who is in hospital. After surgery, he’s doing remarkably well, and is probably coming home from hospital a day earlier than expected.
After a couple of long days at work, I’m a little tired, so tonight I’ve just been at home watching a bit of television.
There’s not much on the agenda for the week, aside from helping my friend for a little while, and then going to see “High School Musical” on Thursday night.
I can’t believe it’s only a week until Christmas, and I can’t believe my neighbours would throw out a piece of religious art a week before Christmas…
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m at work, just doing a few things here and there: some of it work-related, some of it personal. Unfortunately, I’m still burping garlic from today’s lunch: those yummy steemed pork dumplings from the Burlington Centre which I called into after doing my fresh produce shopping at Paddy’s Markets. While I was shopping saw Johnny from Big Brother.. I guess that’s the most exciting thing that’s happened over the last few days.
Yesterday I headed over to Manly, once again, to the Skif Club where we held another afternoon of ABBAMAIL Drinks. Not too much to report.
Last night, I went to Muftee Cabaret. Unfortunately Colin couldn’t come due to other commitments, but I had a good time.