Post by Struth on Feb 4, 2023 7:59:49 GMT 8
Good "Moaning".
A great gig last night.
The pub I played in was open to the outside world.
A world of dripping humidity...almost needed an oxygen tank.
Everyone wet through with sweat but still showed up so it's reassuring.
Stage fan kept me from passing out.
Glad I rehearsed like cramming for a test, as hadn't done a gig since June last year because of the cane harvest.
There is reason for me writing about gigs, so bare with me.
My gigs, as I get older are somewhat "intimate" little things as a solo guitarist.
Small regional pub last night, maybe 60 people is all.
But good, not bogan, not too pretentious...just right.
You get the regulars that come down to see you and many are musos themselves.
And you get to know their stories...people you may never actually be friends with, but sometimes can be eager to talk to you about all sorts of stuff.......It might be stuff I've talked about on stage that they want to comment to me about.
A few years ago, I did a gig at a cricket club for New Year's eve, and this scruffy drunk came up to me saying he was a muso (they all are...yawn) and he considers that I'd be one of the few he would actually consider playing with.
I thanked him and we proceeded with small talk, where if I was being honest I wished he'd just F off and leave me alone.
After covid...(unnecessary criminal government tyranny) I started a Jam session/open mike to help the live music scene revive.
A bloke came in with a keyboard, a scruffy looking character, who I thought I'd seen before.
It was the same bloke.
We plugged him in with the rest of the musos making a sort of jam session band and he was on to it.
He knew what he was doing. Unfortunately I'm a sucker for a good keyboard, or just straight Piano/singer type performances.
So to cut a long story short, he played and sang solo.
Do you remember a song "One Perfect Day" by Little heroes..
Listen to that Piano and that voice because you really couldn't pick it was not the real thing.
I heard this and had to keep the emotion back.
This scruffy drunk just lit the whole place with superb playing and singing.
One of the real Piano men from the eighties and nineties.
He, like myself, was very popular in the Northern Territory way back when, he moreso in the top end while I was more Alice based.
And just a few years before I was at my peak.
Relevence to this political/freedom blog?
I see him ...and hopefully not myself, but I'm not sure if I'm kidding myself.....as a victim of socialists and socialism.
Bare with me.
Some of you may remember the hey days of Australia, when it was heading in somewhat of the right direction.
Being in the NT at that time was to live a life of fun and excitement and endless possibility.
Filled with tourists from all over the world.
Blonde European backpackers and elder American tour groups the place was buzzing and yet still quite frontier.
If you didn't know the place then, I can assure you it has been completely destroyed by socialism and I only feel disgust when visiting what I consider my home country.
Where I was going to build a business and a life.
There is nothing similar there now except for the Landscape.
I'm not excusing the fact that the NT has always ruined dreamers with it's oppressive heat and flooding wet seasons. It's been that way since the days of Paddy Cahill.....shit, it's been that way since Pt Victoria....but the destruction laying waste to the tourist industry and Australia's wealth and prosperity was done with viscious and often wilful intent, by those that loathed the Crocodile Dundee image of Australians, who loathed the culture...THE WHITE culture, now long since guilt tripped away with lies, that so many around the world loved and came to experience. Marxist bureaucrats loathed anything or anyone promoting such freedom, an dthose who didn't need or think about government for weeks possibly months on end, until their car rego was due.
I've seen this wilful, spiteful, jealous bureaucratic attack from those who felt threatened by it all, take down the transport industry, the tourist industry, the music industry and so on.
Through regulation they kill it all.
I can prove it was wilful and spiteful, envious emotional socialism behind much of the Australian killing regulation that has now completely destroyed the place.
In all of the industries above, as many of the regulations had no other justification except for pure spite.
There was no other reason other than they didn't like it.
But that is for another post.
I see in our piano man, the effects of destructive socialist policy on every human , and especially those they wish to crush.
The venues closed, the no smoking, the breathos and all that killed his work places, tha lack of tourists coming all the direct fault of government.
Socialist government.
I watched him go through two bottles of white wine and a couple of ciders over the afternoon, whereby he was getting messy.
He wants to die, it seems.
There are other issues at play here.
It's the same with childhood movie stars who must then adapt to being normal nobodies again afterwards...I get that.
But he never got to where he should have been able to, because they destroyed his world.
Now, in the NT, there are so many people destroyed by socialism it is sickening to see.
His is a story of one white man who's never not only reached his full potential, but been actively and purposefully destroyed.
Something the same type of bureacrat has been doing to all the black Northern Territorians for decades.
The same Marxists in our bureaucracies who are now attempting to bypass democracy and be a "voice" for the people they have actually destroyed.
If you want to see bitter, aggressive, hatred of humanity and the western world, look into the dumb, twisted face of Marxist Marcia Langdon.
You won't see the same evil in Jacinta Price.
And I bet I know which one will be in the "voice".
A great gig last night.
The pub I played in was open to the outside world.
A world of dripping humidity...almost needed an oxygen tank.
Everyone wet through with sweat but still showed up so it's reassuring.
Stage fan kept me from passing out.
Glad I rehearsed like cramming for a test, as hadn't done a gig since June last year because of the cane harvest.
There is reason for me writing about gigs, so bare with me.
My gigs, as I get older are somewhat "intimate" little things as a solo guitarist.
Small regional pub last night, maybe 60 people is all.
But good, not bogan, not too pretentious...just right.
You get the regulars that come down to see you and many are musos themselves.
And you get to know their stories...people you may never actually be friends with, but sometimes can be eager to talk to you about all sorts of stuff.......It might be stuff I've talked about on stage that they want to comment to me about.
A few years ago, I did a gig at a cricket club for New Year's eve, and this scruffy drunk came up to me saying he was a muso (they all are...yawn) and he considers that I'd be one of the few he would actually consider playing with.
I thanked him and we proceeded with small talk, where if I was being honest I wished he'd just F off and leave me alone.
After covid...(unnecessary criminal government tyranny) I started a Jam session/open mike to help the live music scene revive.
A bloke came in with a keyboard, a scruffy looking character, who I thought I'd seen before.
It was the same bloke.
We plugged him in with the rest of the musos making a sort of jam session band and he was on to it.
He knew what he was doing. Unfortunately I'm a sucker for a good keyboard, or just straight Piano/singer type performances.
So to cut a long story short, he played and sang solo.
Do you remember a song "One Perfect Day" by Little heroes..
Listen to that Piano and that voice because you really couldn't pick it was not the real thing.
I heard this and had to keep the emotion back.
This scruffy drunk just lit the whole place with superb playing and singing.
One of the real Piano men from the eighties and nineties.
He, like myself, was very popular in the Northern Territory way back when, he moreso in the top end while I was more Alice based.
And just a few years before I was at my peak.
Relevence to this political/freedom blog?
I see him ...and hopefully not myself, but I'm not sure if I'm kidding myself.....as a victim of socialists and socialism.
Bare with me.
Some of you may remember the hey days of Australia, when it was heading in somewhat of the right direction.
Being in the NT at that time was to live a life of fun and excitement and endless possibility.
Filled with tourists from all over the world.
Blonde European backpackers and elder American tour groups the place was buzzing and yet still quite frontier.
If you didn't know the place then, I can assure you it has been completely destroyed by socialism and I only feel disgust when visiting what I consider my home country.
Where I was going to build a business and a life.
There is nothing similar there now except for the Landscape.
I'm not excusing the fact that the NT has always ruined dreamers with it's oppressive heat and flooding wet seasons. It's been that way since the days of Paddy Cahill.....shit, it's been that way since Pt Victoria....but the destruction laying waste to the tourist industry and Australia's wealth and prosperity was done with viscious and often wilful intent, by those that loathed the Crocodile Dundee image of Australians, who loathed the culture...THE WHITE culture, now long since guilt tripped away with lies, that so many around the world loved and came to experience. Marxist bureaucrats loathed anything or anyone promoting such freedom, an dthose who didn't need or think about government for weeks possibly months on end, until their car rego was due.
I've seen this wilful, spiteful, jealous bureaucratic attack from those who felt threatened by it all, take down the transport industry, the tourist industry, the music industry and so on.
Through regulation they kill it all.
I can prove it was wilful and spiteful, envious emotional socialism behind much of the Australian killing regulation that has now completely destroyed the place.
In all of the industries above, as many of the regulations had no other justification except for pure spite.
There was no other reason other than they didn't like it.
But that is for another post.
I see in our piano man, the effects of destructive socialist policy on every human , and especially those they wish to crush.
The venues closed, the no smoking, the breathos and all that killed his work places, tha lack of tourists coming all the direct fault of government.
Socialist government.
I watched him go through two bottles of white wine and a couple of ciders over the afternoon, whereby he was getting messy.
He wants to die, it seems.
There are other issues at play here.
It's the same with childhood movie stars who must then adapt to being normal nobodies again afterwards...I get that.
But he never got to where he should have been able to, because they destroyed his world.
Now, in the NT, there are so many people destroyed by socialism it is sickening to see.
His is a story of one white man who's never not only reached his full potential, but been actively and purposefully destroyed.
Something the same type of bureacrat has been doing to all the black Northern Territorians for decades.
The same Marxists in our bureaucracies who are now attempting to bypass democracy and be a "voice" for the people they have actually destroyed.
If you want to see bitter, aggressive, hatred of humanity and the western world, look into the dumb, twisted face of Marxist Marcia Langdon.
You won't see the same evil in Jacinta Price.
And I bet I know which one will be in the "voice".
