Dubai – Part 2

•October 8, 2009 • 17 Comments


So the biggest difference for me since the last blog has got to be moving into the hotel. Which might not sound like such a big deal, seeing as we were right across the road, but it’s made life so much easier with the convenience factor. Everything is now an elevator away and you save time on fiddly travelling and security checks, etc. The room I’m in is one of the bodyguard rooms and it’s pretty cool. Just like a regular hotel room. It’s tucked out of the way. It’s definitely better than the room I was in. Bigger, nicer and we get all the hotel freeby things that the normal guests get. After 30 seconds in that room I’d eaten all the biscuits and was jumping up and down on the bed, wearing the shower cap screaming, ‘what can I do no! What can I do now!’ … Not really, that was just some Dylan Moran for you folks playing at home. Here are some pictures of the room before I moved my stuff in and it looks pretty much the same now:

I’d answer some questions, mostly from my family. Make no mistake, this is a holiday. I’m treating it as such. Just a cushy (coushy? cooshy?), cruisy, well-paid holiday.

There are some whack man-made islands here. The Burj Al Arab is on one of them. There is also a series of islands in the shape of a world map, plus a couple of ‘Palm’ island:

The ‘A’ is the Burj Al Arab. You can see the world islands. You can’t really go there. It’s exclusive or something and the islands are private. The palms are just full of hotels mostly. There’s a nice one, Atlantis Hotel I think, on the Jumeira Palm. It has a huge aquarium there with a whale shark knocking about. I’ll probably check that out sometime.

Some people have asked questions about food. I mentioned the stuff I usually eat here which is fairly standard, Western stuff. Dates (the food) are supposed to be a big deal here. The dates they have are especially imported from Morocco and they are GOOD dates. Apparently, in times gone by, the Arabs survived for generations in the desert on dates and camel’s milk. That’s why they’re a big deal. Camels are respected or something. Camel’s milk is supposed to be good for you but it tastes a bit sour. Basically all the food is imported. At this hotel it’s usually from somewhere special, grown and imported exclusively for Burj Al Arab.

Originally I thought the coffee here was good. But either they’re getting sloppy or I’m getting fussier (probably both). Granted, I mostly drink it in the place I get to eat it. At Sahn Eddar (the place I play at) I get it sometimes and it’s good there. I think it’s just the black coffee they’ve been struggling with. It’s getting weaker. At Sahn Eddar there is an Arab man knocking about offering people traditional Turkish coffee and/or dates. You’re supposed to have it with sugar because it’s supposed to be strong. It’s not. It tasted like regular. But yeah it is all nice still but the strength is a factor. And I’m not trying to be all tough and like, ‘this is piss-weak!’. Some people have made me coffees back home that I’ve considered to be strong-to-quite-strong, namely Tom Duck. I’m going to leave the coffee rant there.

Most people speak English here, to some extent. Arabic is the national language though, interestingly only declared to be the official language earlier this year. All the signs, etc. are in Arabic and English.

I’d mentioned a couple of other nearby hotels in the last blog and here are pictures of them.

This is Jumeirah Beach Hotel:

This is Madinat:

Both these photos were taken from the long driveway bit that leads to the Burj Al Arab.

Madinat is awesome. I like it more than the Burj. There’s just more people knocking about which just gives the place a better vibe. I like the way the place is designed in old Arabian fashion but mixed in with modern stuff too. There are a couple of cool bars inside that actually have people in them, normal people too. Not like in the Burj where everywhere just has a few rich people. When I started here the place was supposed to have been booked out, that’s why I was living outside for the first couple of weeks. Even then, there was hardly anyone around. They don’t have a high capacity, only few guests so they can give them more attention or something. Whatever.

Anyway the other good thing about these bars is they have good bands in them. There is one South African band that play in one place and another keys/vocal duo in another one. Both bands are really good, they play stuff that has some energy.

In our hotel there are two venues that have music. Sahn Eddar is the cafe-type place in the lobby area. There’s also the skyview bar at the top. At Sahn Eddar there are some Arabian musicians in the morning, some Russian classical musicians in the afternoon and then us in the evening. At the skyview bar there is a classical pianist in the afternoon and another piano/vocal duo in the evening. All the other musicians are pretty good, in this hotel and the other ones and they’re all nice people too. The Russians are a bit… Russian, but they can’t help that. I thought I was wrong about them when the piano player turned out to be OK, but then it turned out he was really from Ukraine.  Either way, I’ve got my eye on those sneaky Russians, not to mention the thieving Gypsies!


I’m waiting for a clear day to take some photos from the top of the skyview bar. There was a clear day when I first arrived and I didn’t realise it would be such a rarity. I think it’s the sand. Anyway, I took a photo from the driveway part of Burj Al Arab looking across to the central part of Dubai where the Burj Dubai is. You can kinda see it towering over the world. It was easier to see because the sunset was reflecting off it, that’s why I took the photo. The Beach is the one outside Jumeirah Beach Hotel. To answer Robin’s question, or rather, demand: I do plan to go to the Burj Dubai soon. It’s not actually open till next year but apparently the fountains are awesome (Burj Al Arab has some pretty wicked fountains of its own). Fountains don’t really do it for me anyway, but I do plan to head there and just stare in awe from it’s base.

Speaking of staring in awe, there are a lot of stairs here if you decide to take them. I’m on the 22nd floor, but each floor is kinda like two storied, but then you have to climb four flights of stairs to get to the next level or something. So it works out to be a lot of stairs. Anyway, I like to stare down between them into the infinite abyss. It was hard to take a photo of it but here’s a couple to show you what I mean:

I really can’t be bother putting too much effort into these blogs so apologies for using the same adjectives and any other grammatical errors, poor sentence structure, etc. This is kind-of a blanket disclaimer for every blog and anything I’ll ever do ever.

Dubai – Part 1

•September 30, 2009 • 8 Comments

OK, as I’ve said to some people, in some ways I have a lot to talk about because I’m in a new country and all that, but in others I feel like I don’t have much to say because I haven’t done a whole lot.

This is going to be a bit of a shambles and out-of-order but I’ll try to give y’all the gist. Basically what I’m doing is a 6 week contract playing every night in one of the restaurants inside the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai. I’m playing with a singer called Galina who I know from WAAPA. We get provided with accommodation, food, access to hotel facilities as well as getting good pay for the actual gig, so it’s a pretty sweet deal.

So I flew Singapore Airlines to Singapore (5 hours), had a couple of hours stopover then flew to Dubai (7 hours). The first stint to Singapore I watched a couple of movies (Fast and Furious 4 and X Men Origins: Wolverine). They were both good. Jumanji was also on offer, but no Twister. The second leg to Dubai I just dozed. When I got into Dubai I managed to sync up with the time OK, there’s only six hours difference though.

At the moment I’m not actually staying in the hotel, I’m staying in a compound just outside it, across the street. It’s a bit like an up-market ECU Student Village, without the riff-raff, crossed with Tatooine (although the photo I took of it happens to have the only bit of greenery in sight, although you can see the Burj Al Arab in the background). I don’t mind it though, it’s slightly inconvenient having to ‘travel’ to the hotel to eat and play but it’s only about 600m. The compound is full of other musicians that play in the same hotel as me or other hotels. There’s also a bunch of students because there is a hospitality training thing here where the students work in the hotels. We’re going to be moving into the hotel in a few days though, but into one of the areas that are reserved for bodyguards or assistants. Not a suite, because they’re reserved for the people who fork out at least $3000 or something a night 😮

There are three hotels near here. The Madinat, which is really a complex with as two hotels in it as well as a whole bunch of other shops. It’s supposed to be in the style of some old Arabian palace kind of thing. The Burj Al Arab, where I am working. One more: Jumeirah Beach Hotel. They’re all really close by and all part of the Jumeirah group of hotels in the Jumeirah suburb of Dubai.

The Burj Al Arab:

I have photos of the other two, but that’ll have to wait until the next blog due  to technology.

OK, now that that’s out of the road I’ll tell you a bit about the Burj Al Arab. It’s supposed to be ‘most luxurious hotel in the world’ and ‘the world’s only 7 star hotel’. It is fairly decadent, but really it’s about the same as any 5 star hotel. It gets the extra bit because most of the things there are either brand name things or specially imported exclusive for the hotel. The sheets are Versace, the coffee is specially imported from Italy exclusively for Burj Al Arab, etc. There are also not many guests, capacity-wise, and a lot of staff so you get looked after properly as well as having privacy. Whatever.

It’s a bit weird though with it being empty. There are more trainers in the gym than people using it and they’re bored out of their minds. Quite often I’m the only person there, the most there has ever been has been four. I don’t mind though because it means I get one-on-one personal training whenever the hell I want. Been to the swimming pool a few times. No-one else around. Whatever.

The first weekend when I got in we went to Galina’s house in Al Ain which is about an hour and a half from Dubai. I watched the Geelong vs Collingwood game with Galina’s husband, Drew, who is also a mad cats fan. Also watched the granny there the following week. Cat Attack. Their house is supposed to be just a standard middle-class house but we would consider it a mansion. Everything’s big. Big bedrooms, monster living rooms, big kitchen, etc. But I suppose they need to make space for a typical Arab’s husband and his three wives and brood. Whatever.

The cars here are crazy. Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Porsches, you name it. As well as luxury Rolls Royces worth about 700k each. Last night some Sheikh turned up in some obscure Dutch-made futuristic sports car with a million. Nutters.

This is proper desert. Like Disney’s Aladdin’s desert. Sand dunes. There are seven different types of sand in the UAE that make up the seven Emirates of the UAE. The sand around Dubai is fairly light yellow. Normal sand. The sand around Al Ain is very red. There’s a boring fact for you all.

I’ll leave you with a few shots of the hotel and the place where Galina and I perform. As I said earlier, I’m not really sure what to say so if you have any questions or requests for photos go ahead and I’ll bung ’em into the next blog.

The photos of the restaurant is the restaurant I get to eat at. It’s supposed to be like the ‘casual pool-side cafe’. It’s just your typical hotel buffet kind of thing. Good stuff though. I also put up a couple of photos of amusing signs I found in front of a couple of houses.

Funny story

•August 25, 2009 • 10 Comments

Well it’s not really even funny, certainly wasn’t at the time, but in retrospect I find it amusing.

Yesterday (Monday) I was quite ill. Sunday I had a bit of a stomachache but nothing to write home about. I woke up in the middle of the night with a monstrous headache and although I forced some drugs down it was stll lurking in the morning. So the combination of stomach/head lead me to feel a bit unwell. I thought it’d get better though so I still went to teaching. I got through the first few students no worries but during my last student of the morning I was ready to bail, so I did. I went home and had a little sleepy. The only thing was I had to accompany someone at an Eisteddford. We’d been practicing this piece for weeks, etc. so I couldn’t really bail on it. I woke up and drove there, feeling pretty sorry for myself. Went in, etc. etc. Was up on stage tuning up and thought, ‘I don’t think I can get through this piece without throwing up all over the keys.’ So I quickly ran outside, just made it out the door and vomited in the bushes. Came back in and they were like, ‘do you want to do it a bit later in the program?’ But you know how you feel good after a munt? That’s how I was feeling! So I was like, ‘let’s do it! Yeah!’ So we did. Then I went home and back to bed. Funny, eh? Hmm…..

Anyway, as I mentioned in my previous post, I moved house recently. Well, it’s more like moving bedroom, not really the whole house. But the point of my story is I hired a moving van to aid me in shifting my stuff. I usually just hire a trailer and do it like that but my new car doesn’t have a towbar.

I think I’ll rewind a bit. So as I mentioned in my previous post, I killed Rita. Here is me and her on our last day together:

Here is my new car. It doesn’t have a towbar, because it’s just a small little fun-size violet crumble:

Incidentally, would someone be able to show this picture of my new car to Matt Kenneally and ask him what colour it is? Thanks.

So I decided to hire a moving van from Thrifty which didn’t cost that much and was supposed to make life a lot easier and it DID… So that was good.

As I was driving to pick up the van it was ‘peak-hour traffic’. Whenever I say ‘peak-hour’ or ‘traffic’ in relation to Perth it’s always in inverted commas. These fools don’t know how good they have it. But the point is there was a few more cars than usual on the road. So I was getting cut off and bullied a bit. I got to the depot. The maximum size vehicle you can drive on a normal license is three tonne. The truck I hired was three tonne. This is said truck:

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Definitely big enough to get the job done and boy did I feel like a king on the road on the way back. Get outta my way you yuppy Mum in your 4 wheel drive or I’ll squash you and all your kids! Mu ha ha ha ha! Nah it wasn’t evil. I was just whooping with joy.

Talk to yous all later, eh?

Far out…

•August 23, 2009 • 2 Comments

It has been awhile since I did a blog. I was gonna let it die (sound familiar?). Some of you may have even considered it dead already and fair enough I say. I thought about doing a new blog, but then I thought, ‘what’s the point?’

I was bored though and hadn’t even checked the other blogs in awhile. So I just did (hence the influx of steaming-fresh comments). Then I thought I’d give mine a bit of a facelift. There’s an hour.

But as some of you may know, I’m bailing on Australia in a month or so for awhile so there’ll be plenty to blog about there. I promise… I do.

Just flicking over the last few blogs I did though. As for my car Rita, she died. I killed her. Smashed her. Dead. I have a new one now which, quite frankly, I hate a little more each day. But it was a good deal and it goes.

I moved into a different place. It’s pretty good…

So my plan thus fur is to make some cash doing these lucrative contract(s) I’m about to embark on. See how long I can keep it up and retain some portion of soul. Then move to the country somewhere (WA, Vic, whatever) and restore old furniture and play piano by myself, for myself. Life will be sweet!


The Peace of Wild Things

•April 18, 2009 • 12 Comments

I came across this poem recently which I quite like and identified with, so I thought I’d share it with y’all.

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

— Wendell Berry

Poor Rita :(

•March 10, 2009 • 10 Comments

So my luck finally ran out and a Perth driver took my scalp. Loverly Rita lost her face 😦

I was parked in a parallel parking spot and waiting for the traffic to clear before I pulled out. A car slowed down and indicated to pull into my soon-to-be-vacant parking spot. The traffic cleared so I pulled out and he began to move into my spot. All of a sudden, a speeding motorbike tried to fang around the other car and zip back in front. Unfortunately, I was in front of the other car. He clipped the front of Rita and a large section of the front of her came flying off. The motorcyclist slowed down, looked behind him at the trail of debris left in his wake and sped off like a bat out of hell.

I thought about fanging after him to get his license plate number and/or his head but thought it better not to leave a chunk of my car on the road. A nice man helped me get the piece back into my vehicle and I drove home looking very suspicious with no license plate or basically a front to my vehicle. Poor Rita was nude.

I got it home and had a bit of a look at it. This was the damage:

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I thought about blurring the number plates for this blog but come on, about five people read it. The other thing is I’m probably going to have to get them changed to WA plates soon.

It turns out my car is basically made of lego though and this was just one piece that needed to be attached again. So after two hours, one trip to Bunnings, banging metal back into shape with a hammer, attaching larger washers, removing broken clips, lots of shouting in foreign tongues, screwing in screws contortionist-style and singing songs of comfort to Rita I had her looking OK again:

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A tiny bit dented and scratched on one side but a pretty good outcome really. Only thing was I think this gap is bigger than on the other side of the car. The other part must’ve been bent a bit. Nothing too dramatic though:

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Lucky that it was something I could fix myself as having to go without my car would’ve made things extremely difficult. That idiot motorcyclist could have killed himself. Funny thing is, if he had’ve stopped I would have got his details but then called him later to say don’t worry about it. So now he has to live with the guilt but hopefully he got a bit of a scare and will take more care from now on.

What am I doing?

•February 21, 2009 • 10 Comments

I’ve been meaning to write this blog for awhile but didn’t. I was going to make it ‘private’ (as in viewable only by me), like a whole bunch of other blogs I’ve done lately. I guess I shied away from publishing a blog that was actually about me. Blogs are self-indulgent things though and are meant to be about yourself so I say jump on it. Write about what you know.

I’m sure you’ve all (especially the youngies who read this) been asked that annoying question, ‘so what are you doing now?’ or something similar. It’s not annoying the first time, but the 8th or 9th it gets a bit tedious. Especially if it’s something airy-fairy like music; not a 9 to 5 job or a course that trains you to get a 9 to 5 job. The thing is, I moved interstate a couple of years ago and don’t get home that often. So when I do go home I get asked that question a million times. I actually don’t really mind that much, so much that I thought I’d blog about it for the people that really want to know. So get yourself a cuppa, pull up a chair and settle in for an epic read because here’s the long version:

I finished my ‘jazz music degree’ at WAAPA last year which was a brutal experience but I think it was ultimately worthwhile. Well I can definitely say it was worthwhile for my playing, just not so much for my mental health and wellbeing. I slogged away at it and it pretty much consumed my whole life, but that was the idea. I won’t go into too much detail about the course as most of you either know about it, or I’ve blogged about it before and I just don’t need/want to really. I finished up with my graduation recital which went rather well and I received a lot of positive feedback about it, so it was good to go out on bit of a high note.

Towards the end of the year I was thinking about what to do afterwards. I had already locked in to move to Melbourne once I’d finished. I’d even said to Crommo, ‘you moving to Melbs next year? Count me in!’ My friend Tom (who finished last year as well) was also planning to do the same thing. But as Tom does, he changed his mind and decided to stay on in Perth in 2009. This put the idea into my head (which I hadn’t considered earlier) to maybe stay in Perth. I was talking to a friend (Carrie) about it and a few days later she called me up to say that if I wanted to stay next year she knew of a couple of teaching jobs that were going. I was talking to a different friend about it and she said that there was a room opening up in her share-house if I wanted it. This was convenient as there was only about a week left on my current lease and the day the lease ran out was the day the room became available. Towards the end of the year I was also getting a few gigs here and there.

So basically I thought: If I stay in Perth I’ve got a nice place to live, some well-paid teaching jobs lined up, I’m starting to get more gigs and I know a lot of jazz cats. If I go to Melbourne I don’t have anywhere to live and it’s tough finding places there, I don’t have any teaching lined up and I imagine there’d be a lot more competition for them, I don’t really know anyone in the music scene so I’d basically be starting from scratch in that department. But then again, Melbourne is a bigger, artier city so it might be better in the long run. If I do honours there it could be a good way to meet some people and I might be able to get Centrelink money if I can’t get teaching work. But then again, Perth isn’t so bad and the gigs seem to pay a lot better. I could go on and on about the pros and cons of either city but I think I’ll just leave it at that.

In the end I made the call and decided to stay in Perth. At the moment I’m only thinking ahead for the year and I’ll re-assess at the end of it. Who knows? Maybe I’ll move to Melbourne, maybe I’ll stay on in Perth, maybe I’ll move to Gippsland somewhere and chill out on a farm, playing piano by myself for awhile. Tom being Tom, changed his mind again and decided to go to Melbourne. Good luck to him. I just sent him a postcard.

So I went home over the Summer and hung out with family and friends, then I went back to Perth.

Here we come to the question at hand, what do I actually do with myself these days?

I teach 3.5 days a week and the other 3.5 days of the week I do gigs or practice to get better so I can get the gigs.

Monday and Tuesday I teach full days at a school south of Perth. And also Thursday morning. By the way, when I say teach I mean I teach piano lessons one-on-one. Not classroom stuff or anything. It’s an awesome school to teach at. The facilities, staff, and students are all great. It also has a primary school as part of it so half my students are primary kids, the other half are in high school. The music administration lady actually collects the primary school kids from the class, drops them off and takes them back once they’re done. Those that have done music teaching before know what a luxury this is. You can waste so much time wandering around a school looking for a student. If a high school kid doesn’t show up then that’s too bad and I still get paid. I try to rearrange the lesson for a different day if I can though because I like to be nice but they’ve been pretty good with turning up so far.

On Wednesday I teach at a Jewish primary school, which is just like any regular school except all the boys wear kippahs/yarmulkes. I’m not really liking it there though. The kids are a little bit hyperactive and the facilities aren’t that great and the pay isn’t as good. Typical Jews, they have so much money but they don’t wanna spend it (I’m lookin’ at you, Sheri). I also have to use the person I work for’s program of beginner piano instruction (wow, awkward sentence). I don’t really like it, it’s over-organized which means I’m juggling all these different sheets and I know there’s a lot of holes in it (the program, not the sheets). To some extent, I don’t care and I”ll just teach what they want me too, but it annoys me knowing I’m wasting a bit of the kid’s (and my) time and knowing they’ll hit a barrier soon (because of the holes) and won’t be able to excel.

Some people think that music teaching can be a bit of a cop-out and all your income should come from performance but I actually enjoy teaching and I think I’m good at it. I’ve also had a fair few years experience teaching primary school kids so I’m glad most of my students are this age as that’s what I’m best at. At the end of the day, I’m only teaching half the week though. I like having the three full days and being able to start my weekend at lunchtime on Thursday. I thought I’d just write those first three days of teaching off in regards to how much practice I’d be doing and for the first week I was pretty wrecked by the time I got home. Recently though I’ve been getting used to it and haven’t been feeling that tired in the evenings, so I’ve been motivated to do some practice if there’s nothing else on. I also use one of these evenings to do any lesson planning, etc. that needs to be done.

As for the other 3.5 days, I spend that practicing and writing music. It’s good to not be at WAAPA in that I can practice what I want to without the deadlines and pressure, although I’m still working on a lot of the stuff I was last year. Don’t get me wrong though, I do spend some of these days chilling out, exercising, watching E.R and drinking tea and coffee. I also play a bit of FIFA 08 on my new XBOX 360 (I felt the need to reward myself with my first pay-cheque). I like having the week cut down the middle. First half: teaching, second half: playing. It think it’s better than having bits and pieces all over the week. I like being able to think, ‘right, I have the next three days to focus completely on my music, with minimal interruption/other commitments.’

My goal this year music-wise is basically to get my own group happening. I’d like to start a piano trio (piano, bass, drums) kind of thing performing my originals (or those of other members in the band). So I’m writing stuff to get at least two sets worth of (hopefully) decent material together. Once I’ve written some more stuff I’m going to actually try and get the band together. I’d like to hustle up a regular gig for the trio too, probably playing some standards as well. In the meantime I’m trying to get promotional stuff together: Get some good photos done, get a decent music Myspace up, get a decent website up, finally get some bloody business cards, etc. I’m trying to put time limits on these things as well so they happen sooner rather than later. I’ve always been a bit averse to the naming of bands after yourself and it happens a lot in jazz, eg. ‘The Robin Murray Jazz Initiative’. I’d like to give it a different name and make it more about the whole band. The only problem is that it isn’t as good for your profile and as a jazz musician you’re often working in lots of different projects. People often come to see the musicians more than the band. You often hear questions like ‘who’s playing with him’, ‘who’s in that’, ‘is Robin still playing with him?’ etc. I think I’ll just bite the bullet and name it after yours truly 😛

The other thing with not studying is that for the first time in my life I’m actually earning some decent money. With 3.5 pretty full days worth of teaching and averaging a gig a week I’m doing alright. At the moment I’m still recovering from not earning any money over the Summer whilst having to pay rent for a room in Perth I wasn’t living in. Not that I’m broke, but it kinda sucked up my savings. Apart from the XBOX and some miscellaneous small items, now that I’m earning again I’ll be able to save a fair bit. My first planned purchase though is maybe an upright piano. I had planned to hire one but I think it might be a better idea to buy one. My friend hired one last year for $70 a month. I figure if I hire one for a year, that’s $840. You can buy a decentish one for around $2000 if you’re lucky. The advantage of hiring one is they deliver and tune it for you and when you’re done you can just yell ‘take it away!’ and they will. If I decide to move away I’ll have to sell the beast. I think it’ll be worth it though. I hate throwing money away on rent and I’m happy to keep funking it up on the Rhodes at home (I don’t have an avtualy Rhodes, just the sound font on my keyboard) and sneaking into WAAPA every now and then to play on one of the grand pianos until I have enough money for a cash purchase.

The other thing about having money and time is the ability to travel. It’s something I’ve always been interested in but never really had the time or money (apart from my little jaunt to Thailand in 2007). I think I’ll be able to save enough over the year to maybe go somewhere early 2010. I’m not 100% sure where but I like the idea of South America. I’m really keen to see some of the natural beauty (jungles, waterfalls, mountains, etc.) there. It’s one of the things I loved about Thailand. I’ve also had a fascination with ancient South America since I was young. I even collected most of the ‘native’ lego set. As a result, the opposing ‘pirate’ lego were seriously outnumbered. They did have a nuke though from the ‘future’ lego set so they had a joker up their sleeve there. Anyway, I’d like to get stuck into some serious ruins action if I can. Maybe check out Machu Picchu. I’d also like to go to a place that’s football (soccer) mad, where you don’t get called a ‘wog’ that plays ‘wogball’. There’s some cool music in South America too. I like the idea of going to a place by myself that’s a world away, a bit different and a little bit dangerous.

People always rave about Europe and other places like America (for the jazz) and (dare I say it) Canada and I really would like to go to those places one day (I’m also keen on Japan) but I think that might have to be later in life. Maybe if the trio goes well I could hustle up some grant money for a tour.

I really like the place I’m living at the moment. From the outside it looks a bit like a crack-shack but on the inside I think it’s nice. It’s an old nanna-type house with chandeliers in most of the rooms and a fireplace. There’s weird wallpaper in most of the rooms and weird carpet. There’s also different wallpaper and carpet in every room. My room has a faint floral wallpaper with purple shagpile carpet. Funky. The other cool thing about this house is I have an extra adjoining little room that I use as a study (my desk and piano is in there) which my housemate uses the other half of as a wardrobe/shoe room even though her own room is ginormous. There’s also not much in the way of passageways, it’s just a series of interconnecting rooms. So I don’t have to keep referring to them as ‘my housemate’ I’ll introduce you to them. I live with two girls, one is called Eleanor. She is doing 2nd year jazz vocals at WAAPA. The other is Kai, who is studying Psychology at a different uni. They’re both tidy and cool and not really around that much. There’s no larrikin Blobs knockin’ about to have a kick of the footy, play Adidas power soccer (sweet spot! ha-lay!) and watch the american office with but it’s still OK.

Reading back on this blog, it kind of seems like everything is all ‘hunky-dory’ which is not true really. I just haven’t written about absolutely everything that has been going on (it’s bloody long enough as it is). The other reason for not wanting to make this a public blog is I didn’t want to get comments (in real life) like, ‘your shout, aren’t you rich now? ha ha ha’ or ‘when’s the band happening? I don’t see you playing around the place’ or’ ‘what, don’t have a gig tonight? I thought you gigged all the time’, etc. I always overthink these things so if someone actually says something like this then that’s bullshit and they’re just an ignorant prat. I’m allowed to have goals, everyone should have goals, and things can always change.

I’d like to finish with this photo I took sitting on our front porch. Sometimes, you know, of an evening, I sit there and drink a cup of tea (usually Melbourne Breakfast), watch the sun go down and think about nothing in particular. We even have a rocking chair 🙂 It’s quiet as well because we live at the end of a culdesac (is that supposed to be one word?)

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Well if you’ve read this far you’re either my Mum, very bored or just a bit… well… creepy 😛 Thanks for being interested in my life though and I hope you’re doing OK. Damn this was a long blog. Kinda makes up for my long blogging silence(s).