Though it’s been a few years since one of my “discarded” posts, I’ve been keeping an eye out for new and interesting stuff left in the back laneway of my apartment in Surry Hills. Sadly, there hasn’t been anything as “interesting” as some of the items you’ll see below if you follow the link “discarded”. That is, until this morning. Judging by the amount of material left on the streets, and the very full bins of our apartment block, someone is either moving in or moving out. In the midst of rice cookers, television benches, and books, was this rather special clock. You’d struggle to find this in IKEA and maybe that’s a good thing. Or not.
Within seconds of walking in the door tonight and logging on, I received an instant message from my friend Patrick. I’d caught up with him last night for dinner, as he arrived back from a month travelling around Europe and had a few hours to kill between Sydney and Canberra connecting flights. The conversation was short, but sweet. He wanted to know what I thought of “Mamma Mia”, the new movie I’d just seen.
Good mate, Cotton, was able to organise some tickets for the first Australian preview of what’s predicted to be one of this year’s biggest movies. As a bunch of ABBA fans, we were both exicted and anxious about how the songs we have loved for at least three-quarters of our loves would be interpreted in a movie starring the likes of Meryl Streep, Colin Firth and Piers Brosnan.
We all arrived at the cinema on George Street reasonably early. A daytime email from Graeme indicated we would need to check in our mobile phones if they had cameras. “How weird is that?”, I told a workmate, upon receiving the email. He replied that he, too, had been to a couple of movie previews this year where that had been the case in an effort to eliminate piracy.
After checking in our phones, we took our seats. Shortly afterwards, some bloke from Universal told us ours was the third “official” preview in the world, whatever that means. He also encouraged us to tell all of our friends what we thought of the movie.
The opening scene is fantastic. Much better than the musical, I thought, as the character of Sophie sings “I Have A Dream”. It’s then the plotline concerning Sophie’s quest to discover which of three men she invited to her wedding was actually her father is explored. Meryl Streep famously delivers a line about how she was “such a slut”.
For me, the disappointing part of the movie was the early part. It’s all a bit disjointed, and some of the songs don’t seem to fit in all that well. That said, there are some great moments, and the “Dancing Queen” sequence is particularly memorable. It’s a moment of pure joy as a large group of women, led by Meryl, make their way towards the island’s jetty, singing loudly and proudly. There’s also a cameo where Benny Andersson from ABBA makes an appearance playing the piano. “Dancing Queen”, by the way is reprised at the end, in a sequence I also loved.
Misc fans at the Mamma Mia movie preview in Sydney
The middle part of the film is quite distinct from the first. A lot of the clumsiness is eliminated as a number of songs provide a soundtrack for the respective bucks and hens nights. Most memorable for me was the scene with the engaged couple singing “Lay All Your Love On Me” on the beach, in a scene reminiscent of “From Here To Eternity”. It’s also very sexy! Keep an eye out for the extra who Colin Firth makes eye contact with during this sequence, as the same extra turns up later in the film playing an important role.
There is also a third distinct “segment” to the movie. That’s when some of the great moments of the film are revealed. I got quite teary when Meryl sang “Slipping Through My Fingers” (a little known ABBA song about a parent’s regret of missing some of their child’s upbringing), and in “The Winner Takes It All” which is probably the film’s greatest moment. While Agnetha Faltskog sang the song as a shattered woman lacking self-esteem – “I apologise if it makes you feel bad seeing me so tense, no self-confidence” – Meryl’s performance conveys a great deal of confidence and strength. It’s a wonderful moment.
Graeme and Grant at the Mamma Mia movie preview in Sydney
As we left the cinema and stood around I wondered for a moment what I would say when someone asked me what I thought of the movie. When Grant asked me the question and I responded with “mixed feelings”, he agreed. There were some wonderful moments in the film, but there were also some moments that didn’t work all that well.
I’ve seen the musical three times now – London, Sydney, and Melbourne – and of course, I’ve heard the songs thousands of times. Maybe I’d built this up in my mind too much? Maybe we weren’t there with the right crowd? I saw “David & Margaret” (legendary Australian film reviewers), as well as Julie Rigg (who reviews films for Radio National). Beyond that, it seemed like there were a lot of Universal Music staff, and of course, the crazy group of ABBA fans. I didn’t get a sense there was a “buzz” associated with the film. But of course that might be different when the film opens to a broader audience, and when Meryl, Colin and Dominic Cooper visit Australia for the opening night.
I’ll go and see the film again when I arrive in Stockholm. The opening night is next Friday, and of course Bjorn and Benny will be there. I made a brief inquiry to see if I could move my flight earlier to make the preview, but didn’t make too much of an effort. I’m far more interested in going to see the movie again in an ordinary Stockholm cinema. I’m keen to know what people who haven’t spent three quarters of their life listening to ABBA songs think of the movie.
You know how when you meet someone and they introduce themselves, but within five minutes you’ve completely forgotten their name? That’s how it was with one of the blokes on the International Food Tour of Perth which I undertook today. Thankfully, I knew he was the father of Justin, our tour guide. We shared a few interesting stories throughout the day, including memories of condensed milk. He also told me a little of the background to these tours which are reasonably new in Perth.
The idea came from a visit to New York last year, and a tour called “Food On Foot”. He spoke with a real passion about the tour; it must have had a real impact. He and his family have been passionate about food and wine, and his son Justin had spent about half his life working in hospitality. And so when Justin returned to Australia after living overseas for a while, it seemed like a logical connection between his working life and his interests. On top of that, Perth has probably been crying out for something like this.
It’s a decade since I lived in Perth, and to be honest, I don’t have great memories of a particularly strong food culture here. Sure, there’s Margaret River and other places like that. But I always remembered Perth as a bit of a surf and turf kind of town. Memorably from a couple of years ago, Perth was also a town I began to associate with overpriced meals and particularly overpriced coffee.
But Perth seems to have changed a little bit in the last couple of years. You can see it instantly as you walk through the city: the town is far less Anglo and far more culturally diverse than it was ten years ago, even two years ago. This is reflected in many more interesting places to eat, and, thanks to legislative change, a far greater small bar culture. So in some ways, it sounds like Justin and his aunt (who co-owns the business) have tapped into the wave of change.
Noodle HouseCorica Pastries, Perth
Today’s tour covered a range of food establishments around Perth, ranging from the older established businesses (an old Greek supermarket) to more modern ones (enjoying Banh Mi and Vietnamese coffee, and a toasted sandwich at a laneway hipster bar). The tour was well-paced. Justin (the guy in the cap with a beard) was a really good tour guide, displaying both knowledge and passion. Highly recommended.
I first remember hearing Andy Glitre on Triple J in the late 1980s. At the time I was living at Bourke in Western NSW. Staying in a pub in Sydney, I tuned in to Triple J and recorded tapes which I could took back to Bourke so that we all had some “interesting music” to listen to. Of all the Triple J announcers, Andy was reasonably special with his soft English accent, his strong musical knowledge and a clear passion for the music he played.
Andy Glitre was responsible for putting together this collection and it shows. In many ways, it’s like listening to one of those tapes from Bourke: a carefully chosen – with passion – eclectic experience that stays in the memory.
The CD starts with a terrific version of “Sunny” by Twinset featuring Barnaby Weir. Unlike the versions by Dusty Springfield and Boney M which travel at a thousand miles an hour, this version slumbers along with an intensity and passion which makes you think he really does love “Sunny”. In my Perth bedroom with a blanket over my knees, I am transported momentarily to Bondi RSL on a warm Sunday afternoon or to the Opera Bar at Sydney Opera House in the midst of summer.
Yes. This CD is Sydney! In the same way that “Sunny” takes me to the warm, great-feeling Sydney of summer, another track, “Just” by Aya Larkin transports me to that other Sydney that people don’t wish to acknowledge exists, the artsy, intelligent reflective Sydney that you find at pubs in Newtown or acoustic nights as “The Basement”.
Is that Grace Knight who sings “Did you see my dog on celebrity pet”? during “Clever Guy” by Junglehammer?
Favourite? I really like “Troubled Lives” by Tracky Dax. The combination of the deep driving rhythm, the deep sexy lead vocal, and the gorgeous chorus-like refrain of “people get by with all the trouble in their lives” hits the mark for me in so many ways.
At the risk of appearing or sounding slightly maudlin, I sometimes find myself imagining myself in a plane crash.
It’s usually around take off or landing when a slight fear of flying takes me on this flight of fancy.
I experienced this feeling again today on this afternoon’s flight from Sydney to Melbourne.
In all other respects it was perfect. I got to the airport in time and without fuss. When I got to the airport there was hardly anyone there, and so when I dropped off my bag I was virtually the only one in the queue. And then on the aircraft itself, I was pleased to be sharing the middle three seats with just one other bloke. Bliss.
But just minutes after take-off, and with a slight rumble as we went through turbulence, I found myself contemplating my own existence.
“Are my affairs in order?”, I thought to myself. “Who’ll go through ‘my things’?” I wondered.
I’ve never had a fear of flying in the classic sense, but I do find my mind sometimes wandering around take-off and touch-down. That’s why I usually try and fall asleep for both events.
The only other weird irrational thought I have concerns being seated in the far left seat in the back row.
Imagine, if you would, the satellite view. You’re in a piece of metal hurtling through the air at great speed and you’re completely surrounded on all sides. To your left and behind you there’s a wall, and to your front and to your right there are people. So that even if you wanted to escape you’re trapped. That’s exactly the crazy kind of thought I sometimes have while flying. Mad, eh?
Today was my first flight since coming back from Sweden, and there was a kind of weird symmetry about it all. I had the same bag, though more lightly packed, and my luggage included same warm jackets and a scarf.
Just as the Swedes are enjoying the warmer weather after months of snow and ice, we’re heading into winter.
And while Sydney winters are generally quite mild, Melbourne is on a different scale.
Last year I would have struggled with the colder months. Mentally, now, I’m still not sure I’m ready being a lad who, generally speaking, prefers the tropics. But I figure that, having recently experienced sub-zero temperatures on a daily basis, including being outside at night when it was as low as minus 15, that I should be able to cope with a Melbourne in May.
In fact, the weather’s pretty good. While Sydney has had heavy rain tonight, Melbourne’s been reasonably mild. Loving it.
Coming down has meant that I’ve also been able to see Sue (and her mum who is staying with her right now).
The next forty-eight hours are reasonably intense. I’ve got a lot of work to do. And then on Thursday, I’m heading off to Adelaide, returning Friday afternoon.
As much as I like travelling, I’m guessing by Friday night I’ll be looking forward to being back in my own bed.
Monet Exhibition at Art Gallery of NSWThe original plan for the night was to go to the Noodle Markets in Hyde Park, and then head off to the Monet Exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW.
Late this afternoon I asked a bloke who knows about the weather for his advice. “To be honest”, he said, “I’d just go to the gallery if I were you, as it’s gonna be pretty cold and windy in Hyde Park”. He was right.
And so that’s what we did. I met Damo at about six o’clock at the gallery where we had a bite to eat before heading off to the Monet Exhibition. Dinner at the gallery $10-13 is excellent value by the way.
I really love going to the gallery on a Wednesday night, by the way, as they have tours, talks, live music, and meals, and it’s all incredibly convenient for those of us who work 9-5, and who sometimes don’t have the time on the weekends to attend exhibitions.
Tonight we chose to do an exhibition tour. The first tour guide was excellent, though unfortunately there were far too many people doing the tour. And so after half an hour or so, we dropped back and joined the second tour which was far less crowded.
In between changing tour guides I said to Damo… “Did you work out how he went from poverty to wealth?”. His reply was simple… “Lotto?”. Hahaha.
Seriously though, it was really terrific to walk around the exhibition and to enjoy the work with informed commentary. It was great to learn about how significant and radically different the work of The Impressionists was. And it was great to learn about the significant changes in Monet’s work that occured throughout his long career.
By and large the exhibition has a lot of really great works, though Damo did comment at one point, “I saw a better one at Musee D’Orsay”.
Afterwards we had a glass of wine (or three) in Martin Place, ahead of heading back home to escape the cold wet, weather. Bloody weather.
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That will look very nice on your wall, but not on mine.
That will look very nice on your wall, but not on mine.
Is it Italy with the heel missing?