revelator
Minus five weeks today and I’ll be in LA. It’s hard to fathom for someone who’s never been overseas just what this experience will be like. America obviously resonates throughout our entire culture and I’m no different than most Australians in that it has long figured prominently in my day to day existence. To actually experience America, breath it in and soak it in…that’s something that’s hard to comprehend. New York holds particular intrigue to me. My impressions of this city are mostly shaped by popular media-TV (Letterman not Sex in The City), film (Ghostbusters not Sleepless in Seattle) and literature (Catcher in The Rye…not exactly modern). Then there’s everything that’s happened since 2001. I see it as a helluva tough place with tremendous resolve, a place where the greatest things and most terrible things can and do happen. A grimey, regal city with a heap of class and a heap of depravity. The most fascinating of juxtapositions. The musical lineage of the town has created a certain character in my mind too…Greenwich Village, the Velvets, Television, Talking Heads, The Strokes…hopefully I can take a good strong scoop of what’s happening, really happening, these days in my brief encroachment of the city walls. I get the feeling it’s gonna leave a mark on me. In many ways it already has.
Before I signed up for this voyage, I took up the offer to scribe a few reviews of local gigs. Here’s my review of Miss Dawn Landes at the Nortchote Social Club last Thursday night. Gawd I fell pretty hard for her, tried to stay professional and on the right side of love struck goon. Move over, Chan, yer time is up. On Saturday I was back @ the NSC, mainly for Wagons who once again put on a sensational heehawin’ sharpshootin’ shitstorm. Slayed ‘em, in short. At one point Henry said: “It’s great to be back in Melbourne, back at the Social Club. We’ve been on tour for a while. We don’t like anywhere else…”
Wellsir, neither do I really. But I’m open to being persauded.
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Here’s a clip of Ms Landes, gosh so dang pretty (the song)(she’s ok too) :
