Posted in Music, australiana, tagged awful music, Melbourne rap, RAED on November 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Hmmm… not for as good reasons as Brandon Block in the story that inspired this track, but hey, still two months.
There have been many reasons to wish to restart, not least the abomination that the Grace Darling has become since its wanky takeover, but in the end it was this incredible [...]
Posted in Music, melbourne, tagged bearded lady, dykeling, East Brunswick Club, Rosie Burgess Trio on August 28, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Still, for every man carrying spray-painted rats on his shoulders, every dazzling old Mustang, every loon walking backwards while abusing the air in front of them, every member of the angry Village People tribute band that seems to call Collingwood home, it’s never coughed up a woman with a goatee, at least not in front of Bruce or Fran. So all praise to the East Brunswick Club, which last night presented them with a woman with not just a goatee, but a mightily impressive one too.
Posted in Music, australiana, melbourne, tagged chasing waterfalls, faux pas, melbourne, Music, rrr on August 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Never one to trouble himself with being up to date, on the ball, fingering pulses or any such thing, Bruce has fallen in love several aeons after the fact. Driving through town listening to the RRR signupathon yesterday, patiently waiting for the presenters to shut up and play some tunes, he was rewarded with a [...]
Posted in Music, tagged australia, australian music, Music, Palais Theatre, Paul Kelly, review, st kilda on May 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
What is soon apparent is not just the quality of the songwriting, but the strength of his voice; often employed simply as a spoken word tool, it’s in a live arena – especially one of this scale – that his power to soar is revealed. Complemented by a tight band and his impeccable harmonica skills the music switches from gentle picking through blues and gospel to iconic singles such as Before Too Long and To Her Door. His humility even allows Kelly to get away with the likes of You’re 39, You’re Beautiful and You’re Mine, a song that could as easily have been written – and massacred – by Chris De Burgh
Posted in Music, aussies, australiana, expats, travel, tagged Music, Palais, Paul Kelly, Robert Forster, Songs from the South, st kilda on May 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Fran was the first to fall for his iconic Aussie charms. And boy did she fall. One afternoon she started crying while walking along Smith Street just thinking about How To Make Gravy. That’s right: thinking about it… When Bruce surprised her with tickets for the show it was like watching a five-year-old susceptible to sugar rushes being force fed half a kilo of Redskins washed down with a gallon of Coke and a couple of sherbert fountains then let loose on a bouncy castle. When she later got hold of Songs From The South vol. 2 and realised he penned Every Fucking City – the tune she rewrote into an Ancient Mariner-type odyssey with her road sisters while travelling the States in pre-Bruce days – it’s a miracle she didn’t shift a couple of tectonic plates.
 | bruceandfran on The Karova Lounge, Ballar… |
 | paddy on The Karova Lounge, Ballar… |
| bruceandfran on Go white boy, go white boy, go… |
 | Carolina on Smith Street never offered up… |
 | sarah on The number 64 tram, 10.50… |
