Some of you might remember that I have whinged a bit in the past about the pathetic politicians we are currently afflicted with here in Australia, and I’m not the only one complaining. After all, pollie bashing is something of a national sport over here in Australia but with Julia and Tony, boy, do we have something to complain about.
Fortunately, over the weekend I saw this news report that revived my hopes that something interesting, however small, might happen between now and the election in September and gave me an excuse to post an Australian music clip.
Angry Anderson is now the member for the National Party in the seat of Throsby, NSW.
Now, I know that Throsby isn’t my electorate so I can’t vote for him, and I also know that he might not do a good job, but I don’t care. One less suit in politics can only be a good thing.
Angry was made a Member of the Order of Australia in 1993 after being recognized for his work with youth, and is known for his work with charities so hopefully he isn’t just a famous face without anything useful to contribute. (Peter Garrett, anyone?)
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Angry, below is a YouTube clip of him in his rock and roll heyday as the short, bald (and surprisingly fresh-faced) frontman for Rose Tattoo in 1978. If you have seen the extremely politically incorrect and very sweary television series Swift and Shift Couriers (where his character spends every working hour hanging out at the pub, beer in hand) it will be fairly clear that he is still something of a ratbag.
Here is a far more recent viewing of him as seen on the music trivia show RocKwiz. I will include a slight language warning when he gives his opinion of politicians. Quite appropriate really.
Fifteen year old New Yorker Arthur Rappoport was clearly dedicated to learning his saxophone. According to his proud mother Olga he practiced for four hours a day.
Clearly practice doesn’t equal talent, as six of the neighbours complained in court that his playing was “a cruel and unusual punishment” “disturbing our thoughts and minds”.
The magistrate in the case ruled that Arthur was to only play his saxophone during the day; presumably the neighbours were far more able to cope with their minds being disturbed during daylight hours.
The magistrate stated that he lived in that district himself and would be passing this dubious musician’s house every evening to check that the peace was being kept.
I wonder if young Arthur continued playing his preferred instrument after this ruling, or was the weight of disapproval of an entire neighbourhood enough to quench his love of music?
Since I have been lazy in my blog posts this week and not done a single one that involved research or anything else thinky I am doing an extra one today to make up for it.
I can’t have this song on my playlist when I am driving. It does something to me and I careen about like a rally car driver. It might be useful if I was late for work or something though….
The John Butler Trio, Zebra.
The Man and I were watching a documentary about 80′s music the other night and were amazed to hear that the clip for this song, I Want to Break Free by Queen, was banned in the US on release.
Hmmmm…. Clearly men doing housework was a little too much for the uptight censors to take….
I think I will be playing this today while I am catching up on my own housework, although I never hear this song without my mind immediately bringing up an image of Freddie vaccuuming in an inappropriate skirt. An image that is more amusing than motivating that’s for sure!
Since it is Valentine’s day today I am taking this opportunity to post this song from 1978 by a great Aussie band, Dragon.
I love watching Dragon film clips, they always (especially Marc Hunter, unsurprisingly) look like they are having a good time.
Still in love, Dragon, 1978.
I haven’t done a music post for a while so I thought I would share another 80′s Aussie classic with you.
It is likely you Australians are fans of Paul Kelly so feel free to share your favourite of his many songs in the comments
This song, Leaps and Bounds from 1986, isn’t my favourite of his but with so many great ones to choose from his extensive song list I probably couldn’t pick which one really is!
I love this song for its Melbourne-ness, and each time we are at the Hoddle Street intersection heading home from the city I look across at the distant Nylex clock and this song (and this film clip, with the band perched on the top of the silo) goes through my head.
I’m high on the hill, looking over the bridge, to the MCG
and way up on high the clock on the silo says 11 degrees
I wonder how different the view is from up there now?
Other Paul Kelly posts I’ve done are Midnight Rain and How to Make Gravy.