Pat The Dog

Just finished the painting, although I am now three Becks down and feel I should do the really anal retentive inspection and possible touch ups tomorrow. I am thoroughly pleased with the result, and I have a healthy new respect for anybody who paints houses for a living. Skirting boards should be banned, or someone else should paint them. 

Anyway, where were we…

 

Axis: Bold As Love

Trans-Europe Express

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not

Version

The Ranch

Little Feat

Species Deceases

Sticky Fingers

Play

Dixie owes me a hundred bucks.

I should probably explain, I have taken a week off work and stayed at home to do shit around the house, ‘cos it’s my place and I can. So I Painted the home office really dark green. Looks tops. It also takes a lot of time, which means I have been listening to a lot of music.

For the last few years it’s all been about the iTunes shuffle, and as much as I love listening to my collection that way, it’s been awesome to listen to albums, lots and lots of entire albums.

So, some awards….

Best Mood Lifter – James Brown (Live @ the Apollo)

Wish It Would End Soon Award – Coldplay (Viva la whatever)

Glad I Dug It Out Award – Bruce Springsteen (Greeting from Asbury Park, NJ)

Paint Like The Wind Award – Led Zeppelin II

 

So, anyhoo, here’s the list from where I last left off. Titles only. Feel free to leave a comment if there’s one that’s got you stumped. You’ll notice only the Beatles, Dire Straits, The Doors and Elton John have been repeated thus far, although I’m thinking The Unforgettable Fire might have to go on soon. I still have skirting boards to finish you know.

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Let Love Rule

Please Please Me

L.A. Woman

Purple Rain

Are You Experienced?

Hunky Dory

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Sam’s Town

Dusty In Memphis

Ray Of Light

Achtung Baby

Animals

Band On The Run

The Bends

Blind Melon

Damn the Torpedos

II

Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band

Seeing Things

You Could Have It So Much Better

Grace

Scarecrow

Soap Opera

The Fox

Off The Wall

Live At The Apollo 1963

Back To Black

Love Over Gold

Greetings From Asbury Park NJ 

Tea For The Tillerman

Music From Big Pink

Morrison Hotel

Out Of The Blue

All Things Must Pass

 

 

Tumbleweed Connection

Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends

Let It Bleed

Outlandos D’amour

Communique’

Transformer

Young Modern

Tusk

I told Dixie Marshall from 9 News that I will give her $100 if she says “Come On Carps!” at least once when she moderates the leader’s debate on August 25, which also happens to be my Dad’s 61st birthday. Happy Birthday Dad.

My good mate Danae described it perfectly: “I didn’t think of that as a bet. It was more of a deposit.”

Dixie, being Dixie, accepted the challenge. So look out for Alan Carpenter to cop a “Oh Come On Carps!” at some stage between 6.30 and 7.30pm, August 25th, on 9. And Nine HD, which reminds me…

The lip sync was out on 9HD for about a month. They fixed it. It’s watchable again now. Trying desperately to hold the picture in my head for 10 frames so it matched the audio was SO exhausting.

 

I am in the process of writing the story of Aussie comedy legend Kevin Bloody Wilson for a book which will be released in 2010. Sounds ages away when you say it like that, but it’s the end of next year. 16 months. Shit. I’d better get on with it. I’ve been transcribing some interviews I’ve done with Kev and I couldn’t help but laugh at this little snippet of conversation:

Gav: “Mick The Master Farter is one person I can’t access for this book”

Kev: “He’s dead.”

Gav: “Yeah, that’s why.”

Not long now until the Olympic Games start, although between now and then I may be contacted by the IOC and asked to stop using the word Olympic. It’s so ironic that an event which is all about bringing humanity together as one in the spirit of competition is run by a bunch of nazis and is about to be held in a country with one of the most appalling human rights records on planet earth. I can’t wait.

I was living in Sydney during their Olympics (does that word require caps on the O? Not sure…) and it was almost eerie how smoothly everything seemed to go. Getting around the city, in particular using public transport, was easier during the games than at any other time I have either lived in or visited Sydney. By the time Athens rolled around George W had declared war on a noun (terror) and dramatic types like myself were utterly convinced that something terrible was going to happen. It didn’t, thank God.

And now, Bei… wait a sec…. Jjjing! (I am teaching myself to use the hard J sound for the second syllable.) Again, I have that feeling that something, or more likely a series of things, are going to go down over the next few weeks. You ever get that “What’s going down? Something feels like it’s going down but is it the planet or is it just me?” feeling. Did you successfully navigate the last sentence without backtracking to see what the hell I was on about? Excellent. Look at you! Where was I. Well, I have had that feeling of late. But we dramatic types get that a lot.

So hopefully it’ll just be a great couple of weeks of sitting on the new couch (I always like to pick the right time to invest) and pretending to be an expert on sports which i know nothing about – and by the way that’s all of them – and cheering on both the aussie athletes and the fact that these are the first HD games.

In other news, i interviewed Gerald Casale from Devo today. He had the most articulate argument I have yet heard on why Obama and not McCain should be president. To paraphrase, he pointed out that as a former prisoner of war McCain was still looking to get back at someone and he would take an almost John Rambo kind of attitude into his presidency. Obama, on the other hand… well, i’ll stop paraphrasing now ‘cos i think you get the point. The best revelation from the interview was that the ‘flowerpots’ are actually ‘energy domes’. I’ll stick the whole interview on the 96 website later in the week.