Have dropped the 'Electric Kool Aid Acid Test' for 'She' by H Rider Haggard.
For those who came late summary;
'The Honey Thief'
Whinging, moaning, chick stuff, a bicycle, Gilmour Girls-esq interaction, a bad imitation of 'Remembrance of Things Past'.
'She'
The chaps, having left the halls of Cambridge for the coast of Africa, have been ship wrecked in a storm. Gathering themselves and their possessions, they are spending the night in a long boat under the shadow of a menacing mountain (shaped like an Ethiopians head!). Lions have just been heard entering the water and are heading towards them...!!!!!!
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The Honey Thief has two more chapters to make the grade.
To Know Me Is To Love Me...
- BubbaJay
- Suave raconteur and dinner party favourite. Once held the Olympic torch, has delivered newspapers to prime ministers, shaken hands with Prince Charles, wrecked Jason Donovan's skateboard, climbed 300 metre granite cliff faces, surfed with dolphins, appears on community radio and is in demand for these and the accounts of other thrilling exploits!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Lets do this thing!
Okay, having previously posted about the literary qualities of contemporary female authors I set myself a challenge; to read and review a recent release.
This evening I visited my local library and selected what looked like a good read. I was fair, I could've picked a dud but I felt my theory needed an impartial test. The book I've selected is 'The Honey Thief' by Elizabeth Graver. The dust cover synopsis sounds god awful, a mother-daughter intrigue involving shoplifting or whatever. The main thing is female reviewers loved it, I am not the target audience and I'm moving out of my comfort zone.
I'll begin tomorrow. For the sake of literary calibration 'The Honey Thief' is up against Tom Wolfe's 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test'. Let's roll!!
Please support your local library.
This evening I visited my local library and selected what looked like a good read. I was fair, I could've picked a dud but I felt my theory needed an impartial test. The book I've selected is 'The Honey Thief' by Elizabeth Graver. The dust cover synopsis sounds god awful, a mother-daughter intrigue involving shoplifting or whatever. The main thing is female reviewers loved it, I am not the target audience and I'm moving out of my comfort zone.
I'll begin tomorrow. For the sake of literary calibration 'The Honey Thief' is up against Tom Wolfe's 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test'. Let's roll!!
Please support your local library.
Monday, March 23, 2009
SkyHigh
Fire water!!
Which ought to indicate that I sat down with a plan to write something and am a bit stuck. I'll be heading into the station late today, because I can and hopefully because I'll be on to a new gig soon. So this is a winding down phase.
But it is also a being distracted phase. I find it hard to concentrate in moments like these. I'll make any excuse to distract myself from a task I've set. Its an odd reaction to trying to do something. So far I've put on two loads of washing (and hung them out) I've listened to the radio telling me of a brand new 'Afro Beat' compilation thats currently out (and sounds great!). I've put the kettle on twice, but haven't actually made a cup of tea. Threatened myself with morning television and played a game called Hex Empires [LINK, but I warn you it can be addictive] several times.
All while trying to write a description of the perfect weekend I just had. So what to tell you? It was my beloveds birthday on Saturday, so on Friday we went to Geelong for another birthday/housewarming. The house itself was incredible and we only saw it at night. Made the place we were staying in look like a run down beach shack.
Which is a pretty fair call, a friend of ours set us up with a friend of his for overnight accommodation in Torquay for $20 each. The house and land is rumoured to be worth a cool $1Mil. But very little has been invested in it since that late '80's when it was purchased. It looked like every beach house I ever stayed in right down to the beat up out of tune guitar in the corner! Despite the bare essential maintenance it was a great stay and I'd be tempted to go there again for the surfing and fishing around Torquay.
Saturday was the big day birth-wise and we spent it in fine fashion with a leisurely breakfast by the beach, a lunch time swim and a very casual meander back home. We unpacked felt slightly tired and went out for a birthday dinner at this amazing Thai place that was hidden at the back of some local shopping centre. On the Sunday we had family over and managed to do our first bit of real entertaining (since I arrived). There was more food than mouths and I personally drank and eat way too much. However we managed to return the house to good order and this morning is the start of another working week.
So having written how distracted I was and managed to get some focus in at last. Hooray for being able to distract my distraction ("I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.")
Which ought to indicate that I sat down with a plan to write something and am a bit stuck. I'll be heading into the station late today, because I can and hopefully because I'll be on to a new gig soon. So this is a winding down phase.
But it is also a being distracted phase. I find it hard to concentrate in moments like these. I'll make any excuse to distract myself from a task I've set. Its an odd reaction to trying to do something. So far I've put on two loads of washing (and hung them out) I've listened to the radio telling me of a brand new 'Afro Beat' compilation thats currently out (and sounds great!). I've put the kettle on twice, but haven't actually made a cup of tea. Threatened myself with morning television and played a game called Hex Empires [LINK, but I warn you it can be addictive] several times.
All while trying to write a description of the perfect weekend I just had. So what to tell you? It was my beloveds birthday on Saturday, so on Friday we went to Geelong for another birthday/housewarming. The house itself was incredible and we only saw it at night. Made the place we were staying in look like a run down beach shack.
Which is a pretty fair call, a friend of ours set us up with a friend of his for overnight accommodation in Torquay for $20 each. The house and land is rumoured to be worth a cool $1Mil. But very little has been invested in it since that late '80's when it was purchased. It looked like every beach house I ever stayed in right down to the beat up out of tune guitar in the corner! Despite the bare essential maintenance it was a great stay and I'd be tempted to go there again for the surfing and fishing around Torquay.
Saturday was the big day birth-wise and we spent it in fine fashion with a leisurely breakfast by the beach, a lunch time swim and a very casual meander back home. We unpacked felt slightly tired and went out for a birthday dinner at this amazing Thai place that was hidden at the back of some local shopping centre. On the Sunday we had family over and managed to do our first bit of real entertaining (since I arrived). There was more food than mouths and I personally drank and eat way too much. However we managed to return the house to good order and this morning is the start of another working week.
So having written how distracted I was and managed to get some focus in at last. Hooray for being able to distract my distraction ("I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.")
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Waking up
(Haven't finished starting on my book challenge, accidentally began reading "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. Bare with me.)
This morning I had a lot of trouble waking up. My eyes did not want to open, consciousness took a while to arrive. Every time I thought I was awake, I got out bed and wandered into the spare room (soon to be nursery) and checked the weather. As I do each day.
But I was dreaming myself awake. Which is an odd thing to do. To be aware within a dream that one is asleep and aware at the same time that they are awake within a dream. Whenever I would get up out of bed in my dream, something would stand out as obviously not part of the waking world. The room would be different in a subtle way or it could be the middle of the day or there was some feeling, nuance that told me this was a dream.
This occurred enough to remind me of those musings about dreams, the waking world and existence in either. I felt this morning was a good case for wondering if I'm not asleep still... (pretty boring dream so far, a lot less space aliens and random rock guitar solo's than I'd usually expect.)
This morning I had a lot of trouble waking up. My eyes did not want to open, consciousness took a while to arrive. Every time I thought I was awake, I got out bed and wandered into the spare room (soon to be nursery) and checked the weather. As I do each day.
But I was dreaming myself awake. Which is an odd thing to do. To be aware within a dream that one is asleep and aware at the same time that they are awake within a dream. Whenever I would get up out of bed in my dream, something would stand out as obviously not part of the waking world. The room would be different in a subtle way or it could be the middle of the day or there was some feeling, nuance that told me this was a dream.
This occurred enough to remind me of those musings about dreams, the waking world and existence in either. I felt this morning was a good case for wondering if I'm not asleep still... (pretty boring dream so far, a lot less space aliens and random rock guitar solo's than I'd usually expect.)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Reasons to be Cheerful
I've been reading a stack of books these past few weeks (well at least its been a stack for me). In no particular order then;
So, an opinion; I suggest that the book industry is still alive and well and that a book can capture the publics imagination (bear in mind I am very anti-television, so somewhat biased) witness the effect of Harry Potter. What I also suggest is that when I peruse the shelves of my local library or bookstore, I am struck by the amount of appalling rubbish etched onto murdered trees. Most of which is written by women.
As a rule of thumb I can tell if a book is worthwhile from the gender of the author, the age of the author and the first paragraph. I have been mistaken before, special mention to 'The Winter Queen' by Boris Akun, but this intuition usually serves me well. The book industry however knows their market better than I do and have good evidence that the majority of book buyers are women. [LINK to an interview with Ian McEwan]
Ergo print what your readers want to read.
I however find the quality of modern writing to be low and of little literary value. Of course not every book published is written by a woman and I would be as guilty as Peter Reuhl of stereotyping to invite you to seriously entertain my proposition. But I remain unsatisfied by new titles, the majority of which are penned by women authors, and as such I retreat into the vast a satisfying back catalogues for succour. Where are the new books for me? Am I an Early Adopter of new genre's and therefore worthy of market attention?
The answer to the second question is no; I am very conservative in my choice of reading and have to be coaxed into trying something new. So perhaps the answer to my issue with new titles is obvious, why not give them a chance?
My new challange for this month therefore is to read and review a recent release for your benefit.
Watch this space, open to suggestions.
- Love Me by Garrision Kellor
- I Claudius by Robert Graves
- The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
- Rumpole and the Penge Bungalow Murders by John Mortimer (vale as of last month)
So, an opinion; I suggest that the book industry is still alive and well and that a book can capture the publics imagination (bear in mind I am very anti-television, so somewhat biased) witness the effect of Harry Potter. What I also suggest is that when I peruse the shelves of my local library or bookstore, I am struck by the amount of appalling rubbish etched onto murdered trees. Most of which is written by women.
As a rule of thumb I can tell if a book is worthwhile from the gender of the author, the age of the author and the first paragraph. I have been mistaken before, special mention to 'The Winter Queen' by Boris Akun, but this intuition usually serves me well. The book industry however knows their market better than I do and have good evidence that the majority of book buyers are women. [LINK to an interview with Ian McEwan]
Ergo print what your readers want to read.
I however find the quality of modern writing to be low and of little literary value. Of course not every book published is written by a woman and I would be as guilty as Peter Reuhl of stereotyping to invite you to seriously entertain my proposition. But I remain unsatisfied by new titles, the majority of which are penned by women authors, and as such I retreat into the vast a satisfying back catalogues for succour. Where are the new books for me? Am I an Early Adopter of new genre's and therefore worthy of market attention?
The answer to the second question is no; I am very conservative in my choice of reading and have to be coaxed into trying something new. So perhaps the answer to my issue with new titles is obvious, why not give them a chance?
My new challange for this month therefore is to read and review a recent release for your benefit.
Watch this space, open to suggestions.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
In support of an arguement
Have a read of this, [LINK] courtesy of Boing Boing.
Its some more good arguements for smashing your TV and railing against its absurd 'watch what we want you to watch, when we want you to watch it' paradigm.
(Ha! first actual use of the word paradigm in its correct context)
Its some more good arguements for smashing your TV and railing against its absurd 'watch what we want you to watch, when we want you to watch it' paradigm.
(Ha! first actual use of the word paradigm in its correct context)
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
What annoys me more
Boy I tell you whut, I was reading an article in the Fin Revue this morning about the AATE (The Australian Association for the Teaching of English) (Him read word good) . Well there are two things that bugged the shit out of me about the article, firstly the obviously slow moving target of contemporary English Literature education and the second is the obvious reference to those Baby Boomer leeches (things were so much better in my day etc).
With regards to the first, the topic of the article cited the incompetence of young people today in respect to the rules of grammar. The second issue I have is that the writer held me in sympathy until he announced that he was a Baby Boomer and as such is worried about the ability of the youth of today to get a job and sustain his retirement benefits.
So here's what I don't get, the education revolution of the late 1960's and 1970's was the result of Baby Boomers who graduated from university with an aim to implementing neocon/anarcho-feminist readings of English literature. To then in turn blame those who received this education is akin to King Canute bitching about tide charts. The moment you envoke a 'generation' as a badge of recognition is the moment you exclude any serious discussion about the state of education in Australia. It demonstrates a pandering to sterotypes as well as betraying an all too comon character trait of people like this author, avoiding responsibility.
I'm sure this article was written tongue in cheek, it is contradictory to state that the very people you blame for creating a problem a: have no responsibility for fixing it and the b: you people are clueless, skilled deprived and threaten the hand out/welfare culture of the BB Generation.
So I do have to protest the quality of the writting, the point of the exercise and dissapointing limit of the authors grasp of events and causality.
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Here is a supporting LINK to my general rant against Baby Boomers.
With regards to the first, the topic of the article cited the incompetence of young people today in respect to the rules of grammar. The second issue I have is that the writer held me in sympathy until he announced that he was a Baby Boomer and as such is worried about the ability of the youth of today to get a job and sustain his retirement benefits.
So here's what I don't get, the education revolution of the late 1960's and 1970's was the result of Baby Boomers who graduated from university with an aim to implementing neocon/anarcho-feminist readings of English literature. To then in turn blame those who received this education is akin to King Canute bitching about tide charts. The moment you envoke a 'generation' as a badge of recognition is the moment you exclude any serious discussion about the state of education in Australia. It demonstrates a pandering to sterotypes as well as betraying an all too comon character trait of people like this author, avoiding responsibility.
I'm sure this article was written tongue in cheek, it is contradictory to state that the very people you blame for creating a problem a: have no responsibility for fixing it and the b: you people are clueless, skilled deprived and threaten the hand out/welfare culture of the BB Generation.
So I do have to protest the quality of the writting, the point of the exercise and dissapointing limit of the authors grasp of events and causality.
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Here is a supporting LINK to my general rant against Baby Boomers.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
At last, something off my 'To Do' List
I've been wanting to surfboard for some time now. After all I can do just about everything else in the water (sail, boggie board, swim, body surf, fish, snorkel etc). To be honest I regret not trying it when I was much younger, but as I recall the much younger version of me wasn't interested...
Well we got back from a week of Byron Bay relaxing on Friday and for 3 of those days I learnt at last how ride a board. Admittedly the waves were only about a one or two feet tall but they did manage to give me a ride of 40 or 50 odd meters when I did catch one.
When I was a young lad I inherited from my cousins a yellow skateboard. There was nothing flash about it, it was small had chunky wheels and was made of plastic. But I liked fooling around on it and after a while I got pretty good. One of the things I used to love doing was waiting for a windy day (which was not a long wait where I grew up) and using a jacket or plastic bag as a sail!
The sense of free movement and control I felt then was the same feeling I got from turning my board into the wave and completing my first S-turn. It gave me a clarity of mind and thought.
While learning to surf I shared the water with fish of all sizes and big shark and a pod of dolphins. I had a great time and was not disappointed in the experience. Not everyone I know likes the beach as much as I do, but I hope that people remain open to new experiences. All I've done is learnt how to stand up and some rudimentary basics, for me that's a great place to begin. I'm looking forward to my next surfing trip.
Does anybody have any 'To do' things on their list they can get done?
Well we got back from a week of Byron Bay relaxing on Friday and for 3 of those days I learnt at last how ride a board. Admittedly the waves were only about a one or two feet tall but they did manage to give me a ride of 40 or 50 odd meters when I did catch one.
When I was a young lad I inherited from my cousins a yellow skateboard. There was nothing flash about it, it was small had chunky wheels and was made of plastic. But I liked fooling around on it and after a while I got pretty good. One of the things I used to love doing was waiting for a windy day (which was not a long wait where I grew up) and using a jacket or plastic bag as a sail!
The sense of free movement and control I felt then was the same feeling I got from turning my board into the wave and completing my first S-turn. It gave me a clarity of mind and thought.
While learning to surf I shared the water with fish of all sizes and big shark and a pod of dolphins. I had a great time and was not disappointed in the experience. Not everyone I know likes the beach as much as I do, but I hope that people remain open to new experiences. All I've done is learnt how to stand up and some rudimentary basics, for me that's a great place to begin. I'm looking forward to my next surfing trip.
Does anybody have any 'To do' things on their list they can get done?
Friday, February 20, 2009
Something I said
Last night in response to a particular sensory experience
"oh my god! If that smell was a cheese, it would be expensive!"
"oh my god! If that smell was a cheese, it would be expensive!"
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Gig Review
Last night I saw a piece of Funk and Soul history. I saw Mr Syl Jhonson ('Take me to the river', 'Is it because I'm black') and a backing band of funk soul power, The Bamboos.
Now I do have a problem with fools who take the name of Funk in vain ('its a funky little car', 'this is a funky workplace', 'Fat Boy Slim is fantastic').
Funk is not just music it's a feeling, an attitude, a sight and an energy.
Syl was the real deal and The Bamboos were good enough to beat the Dap Kings in a straight funk shoot out. What I enjoyed most about this gig was the energy that the room and the band and especially Syl generated. I mounted and grew so that by the end of the show I just wanted it to go on and on. The Bamboos drummer was the key to the energy, that little guy just looked liked he was having the best night of his life!
I've seen some okay funk and I've seen some average funk. Part of the problem for this genre is the sound of a live performance. It has to be both loud, powerful and at the same time subtle. The Bamboos incorporate a horn section and from the get go those guys had a crisp, clear and tuned sound. That is very hard for horns to be able to do, unless the player has prepared but also knows his instrument and what it can and can't do. The bassist, was good, he knew his job and drove the line, working with the drummer while the guitarist and keyboard hit the spotlights. They were a tight team, capable of true original innovation in leads and improvisation. Something that is again very difficult to do well, unless you know your instrument.
Syl himself looked and sounded very excited to be in town. I confess to not knowing too much about him prior to the gig, but hopes were raised when he came out with a Gibson ES-335 (and identified it as such). When he did play on it he showed his blues roots and carved out two great solo's on the Magic Sam standards, 'Sweet Home Chicago' and 'All your Love' (both of which I am told scored kicks of maniac approval from my child).
All in all it was a worthwhile and funky investment in the tickets and a good thing too, we found out that by the end of the night there were at least 200 people who could not join in the music.
So Bubbas, keep your ears and eyes out for The Bamboos in the future...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Allow me to retort
After my previous post about 'Man Childs', a learned article in defence of comics...
[HERE]
[HERE]
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Owwiees
My head hurts. This afternoon I got a headache and it just will not go away.
I got this thing it seems that whenever there is a sudden change in air pressure (I think thats how the Doc described it) I get a headache.
Thankfully I don't get the migranes I used to get. But this is still a bummer, sort of a dizziness and nausea and headache all rolled into one.
Which sounds a lot like a hangover. But it isn't.
I got this thing it seems that whenever there is a sudden change in air pressure (I think thats how the Doc described it) I get a headache.
Thankfully I don't get the migranes I used to get. But this is still a bummer, sort of a dizziness and nausea and headache all rolled into one.
Which sounds a lot like a hangover. But it isn't.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
A Movie Review
So I've been following the Battlestar Galactica series by plot description on Wikipedia (because a: Downloading copies is illegal and really hard to work out as Google doesn't give very good links, b: its illegal and I wouldn't steal a handbag from a lady or her car or shoptlift a car and put a handbag it and frame a midget for the crime..... Sorry got a bit distracted)
Anyway, as you may know I am a fan of the Funny or Die website. The guys behind this cavalcade of hilarity made a movie called Step Brothers and I just watched it.
Funny ass sh*t.
Multiple ninja stars *************************************x10
Its got Wookie masks, helicopter's, men enjoying the wholesome companionship of Steven Segal movies. The fact that the majority of the dialogue was improvised is clear. But it is also the the fact that they are both 40 year old men living like adolescents that plays so very well.
(Imagine I'm sitting in a wood panelled room, I'm wearing a tweed jacket and I've just finished knocking the ash out of pipe.)
Me; I know a fair number of men like those two. Guys who have lost their way and who have become a Peter Pan, if you will.
You(played by someone else); Is there anyone in particular your referring too?
Me; You see, having an imagination is important. But an adult will use their creativity in different, more constructive ways than a Man Child.
You; Oh man, I don't like the tone of your voice. It sounds very judgemental. You better not be about to bad mouth Neil Gaiman or fu*king Vampires and Shi*t.
Me; Oh I'm going there, my friend.
You; You're not my friend!!
[scene ends]
Not sure where I was going with that.
So in conclusion, watch Step Brothers, there are valuable lessons for us all in this movie.
Anyway, as you may know I am a fan of the Funny or Die website. The guys behind this cavalcade of hilarity made a movie called Step Brothers and I just watched it.
Funny ass sh*t.
Multiple ninja stars *************************************x10
Its got Wookie masks, helicopter's, men enjoying the wholesome companionship of Steven Segal movies. The fact that the majority of the dialogue was improvised is clear. But it is also the the fact that they are both 40 year old men living like adolescents that plays so very well.
(Imagine I'm sitting in a wood panelled room, I'm wearing a tweed jacket and I've just finished knocking the ash out of pipe.)
Me; I know a fair number of men like those two. Guys who have lost their way and who have become a Peter Pan, if you will.
You(played by someone else); Is there anyone in particular your referring too?
Me; You see, having an imagination is important. But an adult will use their creativity in different, more constructive ways than a Man Child.
You; Oh man, I don't like the tone of your voice. It sounds very judgemental. You better not be about to bad mouth Neil Gaiman or fu*king Vampires and Shi*t.
Me; Oh I'm going there, my friend.
You; You're not my friend!!
[scene ends]
Not sure where I was going with that.
So in conclusion, watch Step Brothers, there are valuable lessons for us all in this movie.
Monday, February 02, 2009
A simple plan
Well Bubbas, there is a simple plan at work here. Its a numbers game and a waiting game all in one.
I'm going to be a dad (later this year).
I've held off making an announcement on the blog for a couple of reasons. Firstly I wanted to tell people in person and secondly it was a question of just what kind of things I share with you. For example I don't discuss my work, full stop. Thats one of my rules. Also, I don't discuss people by their actual names (just in case I change my mind at a later date).
But this is wonderful news and it will change who I am. Which means my audience should probably know about this momentous, life changing event.
When I started Bubbajay it was a spin off from a blog that Hix had set up for the friends from Uni. The Hix blog fell over after a few months, people weren't contributing or whatever. But I found I enjoyed the experience and just started writing about little things in my life on my own. Well this is a big thing and its happening around May.
It also means that Bub will one day have the chance to read about my life pre-them. What will they think I wonder? Will they wonder about the places I've been? Will they ask about the people mentioned?
Probably. Maybe. I hope so. I don't know.
The very thought that I will be a dad, and sooner than I dare to think, is exciting beyond awesome even if awesome was a Surfboarding Ninja. I feel humbled and excitied and proud all at the same time.
I'm going to be a dad (later this year).
I've held off making an announcement on the blog for a couple of reasons. Firstly I wanted to tell people in person and secondly it was a question of just what kind of things I share with you. For example I don't discuss my work, full stop. Thats one of my rules. Also, I don't discuss people by their actual names (just in case I change my mind at a later date).
But this is wonderful news and it will change who I am. Which means my audience should probably know about this momentous, life changing event.
When I started Bubbajay it was a spin off from a blog that Hix had set up for the friends from Uni. The Hix blog fell over after a few months, people weren't contributing or whatever. But I found I enjoyed the experience and just started writing about little things in my life on my own. Well this is a big thing and its happening around May.
It also means that Bub will one day have the chance to read about my life pre-them. What will they think I wonder? Will they wonder about the places I've been? Will they ask about the people mentioned?
Probably. Maybe. I hope so. I don't know.
The very thought that I will be a dad, and sooner than I dare to think, is exciting beyond awesome even if awesome was a Surfboarding Ninja. I feel humbled and excitied and proud all at the same time.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Optimus Prime
Well Bubba's it is hot down here in Melbourne. I mean a week of 40C+ temperatures is hot in anyone's language. Right now I'm drinking a beer and sweating my arse off listening to John Mayer.
So I saw this at VideoGum and I love the voice over, hope you do too...
So I saw this at VideoGum and I love the voice over, hope you do too...
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Bart, The
I fracking hate Microsoft applications (as a user).
This article (LINK) is old news already, but it does have some links to ghastly/good mash ups of the Beastie Boys 'Intergalatic'.
I also enjoyed the quote from VideoGum 'It’s like Microsoft found some kind of home-schooling Christian commune in the woods and hired them to make their commercial'.
This article (LINK) is old news already, but it does have some links to ghastly/good mash ups of the Beastie Boys 'Intergalatic'.
I also enjoyed the quote from VideoGum 'It’s like Microsoft found some kind of home-schooling Christian commune in the woods and hired them to make their commercial'.
A sad day for Art Fans
Tony Hart has passed away and I am poorer for the loss (LINK).
Colours, painting, drawing, fun with shapes. As a young lad I loved Vision On (the little bouncy creature in the opening animation) it was wonderful and vivid and alive.
It was part of TV that had an innocence of focus groups and marketing departments. My brother and I would watch it in the afternoons before 'After School' came on. Its reminds me of the same simple and glorious eccentricity of 'Sesame Street' from the same period (the late '70's).
My artistic ability is not great, but I never felt crap watching Tony Hart. I appreciated what he could do and it made me enjoy my efforts.
Vale Tony Hart.
Colours, painting, drawing, fun with shapes. As a young lad I loved Vision On (the little bouncy creature in the opening animation) it was wonderful and vivid and alive.
It was part of TV that had an innocence of focus groups and marketing departments. My brother and I would watch it in the afternoons before 'After School' came on. Its reminds me of the same simple and glorious eccentricity of 'Sesame Street' from the same period (the late '70's).
My artistic ability is not great, but I never felt crap watching Tony Hart. I appreciated what he could do and it made me enjoy my efforts.
Vale Tony Hart.
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