Saturday, May 14, 2016

APRIL ROUND UP

April was fabulous, I got lots done, work was crazy busy, and I had fun.
 
 
I finally framed some of my art and hung them in my place!


Work was full of training, me working with our new trainee, all of us doing this marvellous strength training and various side projects relating to it. I did plenty of stock work, we had great school holiday programs, and all the usual stuff! We also headed out for a team dinner at Parry Street Garage, excellent meal! I am lucky to have such a great job, I really know it. I have moments of frustration, but that’s because I love what I do and want perfection and wonderful and to get that you need to trample through mud to get that. But you know, mostly my time at work, makes me smile and feel content and for that I am grateful.


I finally succumbed to the NBN, which after some initial annoyance is working wonderfully and as part of the deal got Foxtel installed. Trialling it for free for a few months, so loving having access to some things, especially Game of Thrones live! This was rather time consuming and annoying to get moving, but glad I kept pushing through as it is great, saving me money, and adding a little extra couch surfing to my life, lol!

 
I spent a late Saturday walking around the beaches in Newcastle and witnesses the most spectacular sunset at Nobbys. I really cherish living in an amazing town where I can do such things, be with my own thoughts, take some photos, daydream, and be me.






 
I got to meet National Treasure, Tom Keneally and his lovely daughter at the latest Share the Story with Carol Duncan at Belmont Library.


 
I saw the latest David Williamson play at The Civic with M and P, which was good but not great.


 
I spent time with the wonderful A and also the gorgeous J, I think you guys – separately – save me and make me a better person!
 
We celebrated my sister’s birthday with a family gathering and a great Italian meal at El Nonnos.
 
I looked after myself with a flushot, hair and beautician appointments, and purchasing some essential oils at a lovely afternoon workshop with my wonderful friends A and B.
 
And ended the month with my gals, A, J, and L, eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing at our French Night!


As always there was markets and sunsets and bookclub and my reviews on books, cds, dvds etc.
 




 

Monday, May 9, 2016

APRIL REVIEWS

What I’ve Been Reading
 
Walking Free by Munjed Al Muderis and Patrick Weaver – Munjed fled Iraq in the midst of a war via a boat and then spent time in a WA detention before being able to walk free as an Australian citizen. Munjed tells the story of his upbringing and the tragedy of war and how he needed to escape. His story is tragic nad awful but ultimately uplifting. He is now a renowned surgeon helping amputees with state of the art prosthetics, my brother-in-law being one of his patients. This is not for the faint hearted, the things Munjed saw and suffered under Sadam Hussein and then his own extraordinary journey of escape, no one should have to experience. He is also the perfect example of why we should not persecute refugees, and what excellence he can bring to our country.
 
Good Mourning by Elizabeth Meyer – I enjoyed this memoir about Elizabeth Meyer and her time working at Crawford Funeral Home, one of the best in Manhattan. Elizabeth was in her 20s when her father died and found her socialite existence wasn’t quite where she wanted to be anymore. Fascinated by the funeral home she decided to ask for work there. This shocked her family and high flying friends. But Elizabeth was determined to make a go of it and found she was quite the natural when dealing with people at their very worst moments. The book tells many amusing, and sad tales of working in a funeral home, from the mundane to the physicality to the extraordinary. Well worth reading.
 
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow: my life by Sophia Loren – a lovely biography about Sofia’s rise to fame and becoming Sophia Loren the star. The men she met along the way, the movies she acted in, the stars she acted with.
 
Ransacking Paris: a year with Montaigne and Friends by Patti Miller – I saw Patti speak at the Newcastle Writers Festival and realised I had this book in my reading pile. It is about a year she spent in Paris writing a book about a friend who had passed. She moved to Montmarte with her husband and spent the year exploring the city, writing, and also reading her favourite French authors including Montaigne. I loved the little things Patti noticed about the area she lived in and the things she tried to do to fit in and learn the language better, eg joining a choir. Well worth reading this interesting memoir/travel book.
 
Gudinksi: the godfather of Australian Rock ‘n’ Roll by Stuart Coupe  - I admit I know a fair bit about Gudinksi and I am not a fan of him as a person, although he has bought great things to our country and discovered and helped many a great artist. This was nothing new or any great shakes, but a decent enough read.
 
Carole King: a natural woman, a memoir by Carole King – I love Carole and I guess reading this I realised I knew a lot more about her than I realised. I thought this would be a great enlightened book for me, but really I didn’t learnt anything much I didn’t know. Having said that is was well written,  ripping read and a great insight into the writing process, her amazing musical mind, and the great life she has lead. Highly recommend.
 
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs – this is the first volume in a trilogy of fantasy book, possibly aimed at teens. It begins with a young boy and his grandfather. Odd things have happened in this young boys life and he wonders whether they really did happen or it was make believe. His grandfather is ill and passes and the odd things begin to escalate. On his deathbed his grandfather told him some very strange stories and now the boy is determined to get to the bottom of it all. He makes the journey to his grandfather’s childhood stomping ground and begins to find some other very odd things and people. There is a lot of lead up to the reveal in this book, but hang in there if it feels a little slow, things start happening in the most wonderful ways. It reminds me of Harry Potter in some ways, and then nothing you’ve ever read in other ways. It is to be made into a film by Tim Burton, so I am eager to see what he does with this mystical and magical book. Yes, I have deliberately not written about what is found, that is up to you to discover!
 
The Natural way of things by Charlotte Wood – I struggled with this award winner, I found it clunky and try hard. I knew nothing about the story going in, bar it had something to do with misogyny. I think knowing a little may have helped me digest it better, but I am reticent to say a lot here. It begins with two women transported to some sort of ‘camp’ and they don’t know why and you as the reader do not either. There are other women there and they are not treated well. I went through many theories of what was happening as I read until things slowly revealed themselves. By that time I was a bit over the premise I must admit, and it seemed like the author deliberately wanted you to think of every situation, sometimes it felt like this, sometimes that. I found that distracting and too much. The subject matter is dark and disturbing. I can see what she is trying to do, but I didn’t care and the ending left me cold.
 
Tiny Beautiful things by Cheryl Strayed – This was a collection of Cheryl’s advice columns before she became well known. I like her tell it like it is style, and found the book interesting as it revealed much of her own life as it did giving advice.
 
The Autobiography of Eric Clapton as read by Bill Nighy – this was a great read, not long, but interesting and capturing the key points in Eric’s career and personal life. It was a little discombobulating being read by Nighy as his voice is so distinctive that sometimes you forgot it was about Clapton and not him. I do love talking books though, so it was lovely company back and forth to work for a week or so.
 
More Fool Me: a memoir – read by Stephen Fry – I fear my ‘love affair’ with Mr Fry is on the wan. This, his third, biography, featured some of the things I have loved most about Fry. Covering the 80s into the early 90s, it talks about Blackadder, Fry and Laurie, other TV shows and the movies her made over this time. It included the most amazing stable of friends and acquaintances from Ken and Em, to Hugh Laurie, The Royals and everyone in between. It was also the time of his huge cocaine habit. I enjoyed his stories, but found he came across too pompous at times, too much, too post. This got up my nose, I do think he was a bit of a twat during that time due to his coke habit and I possibly this was what he was trying to put forth, but that made him seem even more twatty. I didn’t hate this, it is a fascinating autobiography, just a bit much at times, possibly due to him reading it himself.
  
What I’ve Been Watching
 
Force Majeure  - is a Swedish film about a Swedish family on holidays in the French Alps. During a pleasant lunch an avalanche hits and rocks their world. How the family react to this almost but not quite tragedy will change their lives forever. This was a really interesting but possibly little bit too long film. The reactions to the avalanche take a while to hit the surface, though you see them festering, and once they do the comedy turns to drama. It is an interesting film, about human reaction.
 
Tangerines – this is a great little Estonian/Georgian/Russian film. Set in Georgia at the height of the Georgian/Estonian war in the early 90s, two elderly men remain in the village whereas everyone else has fled. Ivo is helping Margus harvest his large tangerine crop. A small conflict breaks out in their village and only two men survive, both wounded and both from each side. Ivo takes them in and assists them to recover and whilst initially tense and lovely bond between the group forms, despite all being on differing sides of the war. Tangerines is a simple but really touching film. It shows the futility of war and how tiring and upsetting it is for everyone, and that both sides are equally as confused and upset about it all.
 
Girlhood – a gritty but in parts cute comedy drama about teens in rougher parts of outer Paris. One girl is a bit of a loner, no friends, inward, and shy but meets a group of sassier girls and you watch her blossom, sometimes not for the better.
 
Danny Collins – oh what has happened to Pacino, he deserves better than this drivel. He plays a singer/songwriter down on his luck and estranged from his family and trying to make it all better. No no no no no! and let’s leave it there.
 
Big Eyes – I enjoyed this Tim Burton film based on a true story. Amy Adams is perfect as Margaret Keene, a painter and single mum, struggling to make it on her own. She meets Walter, played wonderfully by Christoph Waltz, who sweeps her off her feet and changes her life. When he decides it is better to sell her unusual paintings of people with extra large eyes by saying he painted them himself, this is the beginning of a complete relationship breakdown. Quite a fascinating story.
 
Holding The Man – oh what a beautiful Australian film this is. A great and compelling story, with exceptional acting. The true story of a beautiful relationship between two men who meet as young boys at school in the early 70s and the resistance and homophobia they fight along the way. A great supporting cast of Australian who’s who are included, but it is the two main performances from the young men that grab you and take your breath away. I cannot recommend this glorious film highly enough. Be warned, it is very sad, so make sure you have sufficient tissues.
 
Welcome to me – this was a very odd film, about a mentally disturbed woman, off her meds, who wins millions in the lottery. She decides she wants to have her own TV show, like Oprah, to bring attention to her life and her mental struggles and those that have done her wrong. This is a dark dark comedy, that is more jaw droppingly odd than funny, although there are laughs within. Kristen Wigg is great as the melancholy lead, but I found it a little too disturbing in parts.
 
David Hockney: a bigger picture – a fascinating documentary on Hockney and the style of painting/art he is taking on in his later life. Involving landscapes and photography we follow him around the English countryside, painting and taking photos and incorporating the two into the most magnificent and huge pieces of art. Remarkable insight into the mind of a great artist.
 
Salt of the Earth – A Wim Wenders documentary about Sebastiao Salgado, a photographer who has spent most of his life documenting hidden and third world communities. These are the people in the world suffering the most despair and his photos show that. Wenders and Sebastiao’s son follow the great man around filming him and gaining his insights on life, his art, and what he captures and learns. Stunningly shot, Salgado’s photos are astonishing, and the documentary is beautiful, shot in black and white with many still photographs and also glorious close-ups on Salgado’s old, weathered, and enlightened face. This is must see for every human!
 
Empire S1 – this is a bit of a soap opera story, set to the background of a music empire. Definitely not my type of music and most of the characters are abhorrent, yet it sucked me in. Terrence Howard and Taraji P. Henson are stand outs.
 
iZombie S1 – I loved this light zombie comedy very much in the vein of Buffy. Olivia is a great doctor with a perfect life who goes reluctantly to a party one night and gets turned into a zombie. Unsure what to do, she dumps her fiancee, gets a job in the morgue with the one person who knows she is a zombie and tries to pretend she is not a zombie. Her job leads her to the local police, and she assists them as a ‘psychic’, whereas the truth is, she eats the brains of the dead which allows her to take on their persona and help solve their murder. It’s kind of a crime a week show, but with great humour, zombies, and Olivia’s friends and families trying to work out what on earth is wrong with her.

Game of Thrones S5 – oh my, this show just gets better and better. I loved this season, dragons and zombies and deaths – it had it all. Brienne of Tarth is fast becoming my favourite character above Daenerys and Tyrion which is saying something. I don’t like to say too much as I am well aware many are not caught up and I hate spoilers, so shan’t to that to others. But the set design, huge cast and epic stories just get better with each season. If you are not watching Game of Thrones, you must get with the program!
 
Nurse Jackie S7 – this was the final season to a show I once loved but has been dragging it’s feet for some time. It was an ok tie up of event, but this great show deserved better and should have been

The Blacklist S2 – oh how I love this show, really it is all about Red, played with delicious insight by the wonderful James Spader. We get closer and closer to what Red is up to this season, and his young Protegee, Lizzie, falls more and more down his rabbit hole. It is difficult to describe this show. But it is totally worth watching, if only for Spader, He holds your attention whenever he is on screen, he just has that kind of presence.
 
Derek S2 and special – my love for Ricky Gervais is high and I know Derek is not for everyone. Gervais plays Derek a young man, who is a little simpler in his needs than others. Gervais walks a fine line with Derek but in my opinion he gets it just right. The show, and indeed the character, is more melancholy and even dramatic than comic, though there are moment of hilarity. I like how he places his own life insights and beliefs into this lovely character and subtly showcases what he really thinks of the world. And how can that be harmful? If you have been unsure about Derek, give it a go, it will win you heart as it has mine.
 
The Leftovers – based on Tom Perrotta’s book, this astonishing series has left me gobsmacked and wanting more. Set in a small town of Mapleton, New York, it follows the remaining town members three years after a tragic world event. The event similar to a ‘rapture’ had 2% of the world’s population disappear in a moment, never to be seen again. This is a significant amount of people with almost every family in the world effected. There is no knowledge of what happened or where they went. The series doesn’t really go into why but how those that are left behind survive and interact with each other. It is not pleasant, many cults form, and people work against each other. Terror is heightened and every one is on edge. Justin Theroux is the superb lead, The town’s chief police officer with way too much trauma on his plate. Looking after his wayward town, and rebellious teenage daughter, his Dad – the former chief police officer - is in a mental institution, his step-son nowhere to be found as he took to the road, and his wife has joined the main cult. He holds it all together with a great supporting cast including Christopher Eccleston as the local priest, Liv Tyler as a confused young woman who joins the cult, and many more. This show has gripped unlike a show has in a long time, it is dark, weird, funny, sad, addictive, thrilling, and absolutely fascinating. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
 
What I’ve Been Listening to

Here’s the thing podcasts by Alec Baldwin – been catching up on these including Amy Schumer, Jimmy Fallon, Mickey Rourke, and Molly Ringwald.

Supertramp –  I know they are a bit daggy, but I don’t care, I have been enjoying there best of in the car.

Songs to play by Robert Forster – easy listening, laid back pop as you would expect from Forster, really enjoyable.

Saskwatch – bought the new album and also been replaying the old one, cool groove, I’ve really got to see them live.

Sarah Blasko – love her new album, bought it earlier in the year and been sitting in my pile. Her voice is like little angels blowing angel dust into the air.


Prince –  of course, I have been listening to lots of Prince after his untimely death, makes you realise how great he was and what we are going to miss!

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

PRINCE

It was 1984, I was 13, and heard the following:
 
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life
 
Electric word life
It means forever and that’s a mighty long time,
But I’m here 2 tell U
There's something else
The afterworld
 
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
 
...and on it goes, and yes I could pretty much type that from memory!
 
I was gone, gone to a world of purple, paisley, funk, groove...and sex!
 
Well, I was a pretty innocent 13 year old, so whilst I knew some of the songs on Purple Rain were a bit naughty, I didn’t really realise how so, lol!

Listening to this album as I type this up I am a little shocked I was allowed to play this album over and over as I did with no retribution, maybe my parents just didn’t listen to the lyrics hard enough. Although compared to some songs I hear today, it is really not that bad.
 
Prior to this awakening I knew Prince, any self-respecting, music-loving teen in the 80s did. 1999, Little Red Corvette, and Delirious were the 1/2/3 smash hits from the album 1999. Everyone couldn’t wait till it was 1999 to sing that song. (and indeed we did many years later and it was still cool!!!)
 
When Doves Cry was the first single from the Purple Rain album/soundtrack and had the most fabulous film-clip. We saw it a lot on Countdown. I remember being embarrassed when my Mum proclaimed she loved that song and the film-clip. She was younger then than I am now..isn’t life a curious thing!?
 
I loved that album so very much, 9 songs, and all perfect in their own way. It is funny thinking back to that time. 1983/1984 was a seminal time for music, THE crossover year of the decade, without a shadow of a doubt. I cannot tell you how HUGE Purple Rain was, albums just don’t present themselves these days as they did then. It is difficult to describe. He was an immediate star, the musical genius thing came later. Whilst he went on to do many more magnificent albums, it is Purple Rain that will forever be entwined with his image, and my memories
 
And his image was something else. I liked his odd style, I wouldn’t have said I was in love with Prince like I was with Bowie or David Bryne, but there was something appealing and magnetic about him. Quite possibly, for me, it was as simple as purple. I had always loved the colour purple, according to my mother drawing in black and purple from a very young age (I am sure there is much to be made of that psychologically!) I wanted his long, flashy, studded purple coat so very much.
 
So I loved Let’s Go Crazy, but also The Beautiful Ones and Baby I’m A Star. I knew every word to Darking Nikki, which I feel terribly uncomfortable typing now, that song was indeed an awakening of sorts within me, not so much sexually, but along the way to it, I knew it was sexy, but maybe not exactly how.
 
The sound of Purple Rain and Prince’s voice itself was something else, it was shrieky, sexy, choral, sublime. And that electronic style of pop with added guitars was something new for me to like, let alone love. I am playing the album now as my soundtrack on my new portable turntable, it’s speakers are tinny and therefore the sound would be similar to my old turntable I had as a teen. I cannot begin to tell you the memories that are flooding back. Hormones starting to kick in, boys, that feeling of having a million friends one day, and then being isolated with none the next day. Locking myself in my bedroom, reading the album cover over and over again – it had the words to each song listed – as I played the album over and over again. Still in pristine condition too, not a scratch on it!!
 
And so the album ends with Purple Rain, I wouldn’t have called this my favourite song of his, but since his passing, it is has pretty much been the main song playing on the jukebox in my mind. It Is indeed his masterpiece, a great song, with an epic guitar solo and a sign of things to come.
 
His follow up album, Paisley Park I loved. Very psychedelic loads of fun, yet not as well received as Purple Rain. It brought forward what I call the holy trinity of Prince: purple, paisley, and (raspberry) beret. Things I still hold dear to my heart today. I loved Paisley Park, Raspberry Beret (I now even own one!), and Pop Life.
 
Next up was Parade which I hated at the time, it was a change in pace, a little deeper, I was still a kid, I wanted more Paisley Park and Purple Rain.
 
But then came Sign O’ the Times, oh my!!! This was his first – in my opinion – genius album. Great lyrics, deep music; it featured a whole range of diverse styles, going back through his past and new styles too. It was a well formed album. With great tracks like The Ballad of Dorothy Parker, Starfish and Coffee, my favourite, If I Was Your Girlfriend, and of course Sign O’ The Times. I had just not heard music presented in this way before, my mind was blown.
 
Then I went off Prince for a bit, he released some albums, I didn’t really listen to them, unsure why, I did like the Batman theme.
 
But late 1991 he brought out Diamonds and Pearls and it was love at second sight, and I was back in my lovers arms, this time in a much more adult and sexy way. Gett off and Cream, well and truly making the lyrics on Purple Rain look G rated. We danced and grinded to these songs at clubs and loved every minute of it!
 
In April 1992 I headed to Sydney Entertainment Centre to see the Diamonds and Pearls tour. I had only seen a handful of concerts at that point in my life, so I simply was not prepared to be blown away as I was. Firstly, he played a great set and every song sounded as they were meant to and actually better. He was something else on stage, very sexy, very confident, and an amazing musician. The show was a spectacle with a huge flying bed, that Prince and Diamond and Pearl sang and grinded on as it flew up and out over the audience. The whole thing was completely mind blowing and became my favourite ever live performance for a long, long time, only to be ousted to No.2 by...Prince, in 2003 for his World Tour (Greatest Hits).
 
I have tried to explain the Prince Live experience to those unlucky enough not to have seen him over the years. And they look at you like maybe you are a little nutty. He is not my favourite artist, but there is NOTHING like Prince live. I’m pleased to see in the past few years this knowledge has become well known.
 
Every bit of energy, musicology, genius, sexy, charisma, vocals is transformed together to produce something so fucking perfect there are no words. Every single person who HAS seen Prince agrees, there is no comparison or equal to him live. He remains my No. 1 and my No. 2 all time favourite live performance and I knew (unless I saw him again) that no one would ever be able to change that. And this was before he died. And I have seen a LOT of live performances by some pretty amazing people, artists who I love more than Prince.
 
After Diamonds and Pearls came Love Symbol and Slave and a whole lot of wacky. I moved on, Prince was not for me anymore. I listened to his albums but they did nothing much for me.
 
Prince became a bit of a joke, and I guess it was sad. Then somewhere early in the new millennium he started to come back, not so much with albums, though they were certainly there. But with these live performances, in odd places and odd times, sometimes not even billed as Prince, and the buzz returned. By the time I saw him in 2003, the word genius and Prince were inseparable.
 
The performance I saw that night in Sydney was nothing short of spectacular, it was hit after hit after hit after hit. He danced, he played, he killed!!! Watching Prince play guitar is simply the most mesmerising thing, effortless, flawless. We were on our feet from the very beginning of the show and dripping in sweat by the end exhausted but willing to keep on going it he did! Driving home we were listening to a best of mix and we realised how many songs he didn’t play, there were plenty. We were gobsmacked, it was almost like Prince had produced so much brilliance and we had just not realised until that moment!

I never danced so much at a concert, nor felt as much joy as I did that evening, if you could bottle the feeling and vibe of that concert, no one would ever feel unhappy or down ever again!
 
2014 saw the double release of Plectrumelectrum and Art Offical Age which I have been playing constantly since. Great albums that hark back to the late 80s and early 90s. There are apparently loads in the vault, hopefully we will hear more.
 
And so it comes to that Friday that I woke up to my phone buzzing with the news of his demise, I was shocked and confused. Prince seemed indestructible, he was always going to be there. He wasn’t even 60, he was still very relevant and keeping everyone guessing. This was so very wrong, at the time of writing, it looks like a self inflicted demise, which makes me very shitty, I hate the death cliche, it sucks and is wrong.
 
I wanted to continue to listen to his output, hear what he wanted us to hear, buy his albums (I loved his stance on copyright for musicians, frustrating as it can be, but he was a man of principles!).

But what a legacy we do have.
 
One thing I have always said about Prince is if the only thing we heard from him was Sinead’s cover of Nothing Compares 2 U, that would be enough.
 
Because it was.
 
But we got so very much more than that, and we should be grateful.
 
I got to see him live TWICE, and I am eternally grateful for that. He – along with many others – shaped my teenage years, I thank him for being him.
 
This is what is sounds like when Cathy cries...I was not as upset as when Bowie died, but I was upset. Losing a celebrity, someone you didn’t know, it’s a weird thing, I am loving the love for Prince I am seeing everywhere. Loads of purple, loads of tributes. I am mourning what we will never get to hear, more genius, he had decades left, this is terribly unfair. Maybe one more live performance, would it too greedy to get a new No 1 live performance...maybe it was...
 
Dearly beloved Prince, I wish you a world of never ending happiness in a purple, paisley, funky afterworld.


 
 

Sunday, April 10, 2016

MARCH ROUND UP

 
I won’t lie March began in a fog, I had way too much going on, and almost crumpled underneath it all, but I did my very best to decompartmentalise (I am getting sooo much better at this as I get older) and work through each issue one at a time and by the weeks end I had a plan, and with a plan I always feel better. I slowly recovered as the month progressed and am feeling much better than I have in a long time, 2 weeks holidays also helped!!
 
This was good as I had a big day out with A, J, and L at The Vineyards for an outdoor concert featuring Hoodoo Gurus, The Sunnyboys, Violent Femmes, Died Pretty, and Rat Cat. My review, Pure Pop for Now People can be read here.
 
The weekend was rounded out with a cleansing night swim at Merewether Baths.



 
I caught up with a French exhibition at Lake Macquarie Art Gallery, Impressions of Paris. It featured prints from Lautrec, Degas, and  Daumier and was lovely. I always love to wander around the gardens and lakeside area near the gallery. It is in the most perfect location.








I enjoyed catching up with A and B for cocktails and afternoon tea at the new bar in The Junction, Kokomo. Despite the cheesy name, it was a very relaxing and delicious experience, and of course wonderful company.


I saw Hail Caesar at the cinemas. I really wanted to love this film. I love The Coens and love this era of film making they based their film on. But it was flawed. There were moments of perfection in the film and I was in heaven. These were the little pieces of film within a film, every person cast perfectly, every shot exactly as you would imagine it being back in the 50s, it was funny and clever and brilliant. But unfortunately the over arching premise of the film (based on a noirish/cold war kind of plot) just fell short and didn’t seem fleshed out enough and muddled. Possibly I need to see it again, It did make me laugh very loudly at times but I wanted it to be more!
 
My holidays began with my first French Friday of the year with J and we had yummy Vietnamese prior. The film was Marguerite. Set in Paris in the 1920s it is about a wealthy Opera singer in a small country town. But the thing is she cannot sing, and no one has ever told her this. She gets a really good review, by some cheeky young bohemians who appreciate the humour of what is going on, and is invited to sing at the Paris Opera. Her friends and family and now concerned she will become the laughing stock of Paris, but how can they help her without letting on to her the awful truth. This is a beautifully written and executed comedy/drama. Full of colourful characters, stunning set design, and beautiful music. But the melancholy to Marguerite’s life keeps it from being a parody. There are times you a crying from laughter and times you are simply crying. This is mostly due to the magnificent performance by Catherine Frot, already established as one of the great modern French actresses, this is surely her best film to date.

 
The following day I set off on a road trip to Sydney with my sisters and a friend to see Madonna. We did a bit of shopping on the way, but finally arrived at our destination eager to see Madonna. You can read about our experience here.
 
The following day I recouperated watching the F1 and then headed up to Cessnock to stay with a friend and relax and explore the vineyards. After the busy couple of days it was nice to truly slip into holiday mode in the loveliest chilled kind of way.




That first week of my holidays was pretty laid back, sleep ins, walks, dvds, reading, naps. I also managed to squeeze in a lovely lunch date to Foghorn although I was struggling with a sinus infection. It truly has been a hectic start to the year and I need serious down time! The Easter weekend was fairly quiet with a family dinner, assisting my nephew with an assignment and catching up with friends.
 
The second week I was out and about more, doing long exploratory walks in my neighbourhood and in Newcastle. I finally walked the Anzac Walk, and spend time reading in King Edward Park.







I ended the month catching up with N and V for a lovely lunch at Warners Bay.


 

And some time to take photos!







Monday, April 4, 2016

NEWCASTLE WRITERS FESTIVAL OVERVIEW

Newcastle Writers Festival is possibly my favourite weekend of the year. I always organise to have nothing stop me from seeing everything I wish and then some. As a Librarian, reading and writing are my everything, and really have been my entire life. If you took that away from my I am unsure I would be able to put one foot in front of the other anymore. To escape into another world, learn something new, or just wonder at the brilliance of someone who can string some words together in a way that makes your heart skip a beat...that is the beauty of reading.
 
My preference is Non-Fiction or The Truth. I love factual writing, or opinionated writing, I may not always agree with what some people write, but I am interested in reading it anyway. I also dabble a little with writing myself, as you see here. It is mostly review or memoir style writing and that is what I am most comfortable with. I do not proclaim to be a writer, but I do love to write...I’ve already got a day job.
 
This is why I love taking the time for real writers. They have so much to give us, so many ideas, so many thoughts, hearing the inspiration or story behind their own creativity thrills me every time.
 
After a few days of a festival as full and as varied as this one, you are exhausted, but also uplifted in a way that is very difficult to describe. And it is not just from the sessions you attend but the buzz of being there too.
 
I try to mix the sessions I attend up with local and small or helpful writing sessions, and the bigger, more glamorous names. Sometimes it is difficult to choose from the program as there are sessions running simultaneously and you just cannot clone yourself!
 
This year I caught up with locals talking about Grieve, Shakespeare, Local History, Memoirs, and how to write. They all were fabulous to listen to, and gave me numerous ideas to assist with my own writing. This is key to such a festival.
 
The superstars were of politics: Stan Grant, Kerry O’Brien, David Marr, and Tony Windsor...in a world where I am interested in the truth, how we are governed and what people think of this is as truthful as it gets. Richard Glover and Nigel Milsom showed me much beauty can come out of great pain. I am thankful to have shed a tear at their truth.
 
But mostly it was the unexpected that I loved at this festival.
 
The unexpected is when you are taking notes at a session about X and you go off on a tangent and make notes about Y and Z instead, because a little snippet of what someone said took your brain off on a tangent or a drift that you cannot escape. Your mind becomes heightened and you see things far more vividly. I took some great photos over the weekend, my eye for beauty was sharper than usual. This is because you are narrowed or focused on particular things over this short period of time in a way you just normally are not.
 
The unexpected comes from conversations with people you meet. These can be people you don’t know, or people you run into that you know or have not seen in a long time. You’ll chat about this and that, all festival related, a glow comes over everyone, you are all basking in the pleasure of really using your brain in ways you love, and your heart is beating faster than normal, and you are full of positivity and love and ideas and everything. Connections are closer and tighter because you mostly walk about and attend sessions on your own in a little bubble of thoughts and creativity, so when someone pokes that bubble you explode with all that and more. It is a thing of beauty, never do I see and talk to so many wonderfully happy people.
 
This is the intangible thing about festivals, the added extras, the feelings that are hard to express, you leave feeling utterly exhausted, yet so full of joy and information and creativity you could burst. You have experienced many little epiphanies, cultured a few great ideas, feel more creative than you have in ages, but mostly need a long nap.

I drove away from Newcastle Writers Festival on Sunday afternoon feeling all of that and more, I felt great but also a little sad it was over and a little sad for those who didn’t get the opportunity to experience such wonder, or who may never get that opportunity. It you haven’t attended Newcastle Writers Festival, you simply must, it will be on next year from 7-9 April and half the sessions are free. There is no excuse not to attend.
 
Finally I give my thanks to the brilliant Rosemarie Milsom and her lovely little team of helpers and her army of volunteers, what a wonderful service you all assist with! Thank You!!!
 
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NEWCASTLE WRITERS FESTIVAL: Day Three

Tony Windsor and David Marr


Sunday began at The Playhouse with Tony Windsor and David Marr. What a great way to start the day with a packed audience eager to here from the gentleman of politics.

Tony was everything you expected him to be, kind, considerate, honest, forthright and also funny. David Marr was perfect and affable, quick witted and intelligent. What a pair. So much information flew back and forth it is difficult to remember it all, suffice to say Tony had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. He spoke about many politicians and always with considered kindness, but the one he spoke of with the most fondness with Julia Gillard, which was heartening to know. He thought she the most calm politician he has ever come across and that she was also genuinely friendly.

He felt people like Abbott and Turnbull were more interested in being PM than actually why they were there and what they wanted to do, which is not a good thing. 


Climate change is the reason he is back. He feels his constituents deserve better and he is hopeful he can assist them and the country.

We lined up to get our books signed after the session, and he was kind and took time with everyone to say hello and chat. What a sheer pleasure and how nice is it to know there are politicians with integrity out there.

We'll Always Have Paris


This was a delightful session with writers, Jean Kent, Patti Miller, and Marion Halligan and hosted by Caroline Baum.

All the writers have lived in and written about Paris so they had many wonderful tales to tell. Caroline is half Parisian and also knew they city well. They spoke about many things such as homelessness, food, tourism, and the whole appeal of the city.

They spoke about the fact that most people arrive in Paris with a preconceived notion of the city, from film, books, posters, history. It is the one city that you feel you can know and love without ever having visited. I know I felt that way before I visited Paris. They spoke about how even so, the city will still exceed expectations, which is so very true.

Some who have been going there for years have noticed a change in the city with tourism, others not so much. They spoke about the little villages within the arrondissements, their love of the chemists that are everywhere (this is true, you cannot walk a few block without seeing the neon green cross that marks a chemist in Paris).

They spoke about living in small apartments as part of writers workshops, and making the apartments their own, finding the perfect Boulangeries in their area, or the right food at the supermarket or market. Patti told a lovely story of how she joined a choir in Paris, despite not knowing much French or even being able to sing that well.


The whole session was a delight that took me back to my time in Paris, which is always a great thing.

The Story of a Painting: Nigel Milsom and Charles Waterstreet


After catching up with friends for lunch I headed to the Art Gallery for this sold out event. There was much anticipation in the room as the guest sat down.

After some hilarious back and forth, Nigel told the shocking story of how the painting almost missed being entered in the competition. He had finished it the night before entry and had laid it down to lacquer it and leave it overnight. But woke to the sound of dripping in his shed and the rain had entered a leak in the roof and there was the portrait with a large puddle of water in the middle.


His initial response was that is that, his chance was gone, but he knew he would disappoint Charlie, so he wiped it off, got out his hair dryer, and re-laquered it. The truck picked it up later that afternoon and it arrived at the NSW Art Gallery with 2 minutes to spare!

Charles obviously didn't know this story and was shocked to hear it, but pleased it turned out ok.


The dynamics between the two very good friends was obvious, a deep mutual love in the very best of a bromance. Their story of intertwine goes back to their childhoods with Nigel's Dad catching fish for Charles' Dad's pub. Nigel is very quiet and introspective while Charles is uniquely out there, loud and a huge ego that even he will attest to.

Nigel said Charles was an unusual creature, why wouldn't you want to paint him, but we all knew it went deeper than that. Charles said it was an honour at all times to represent Nigel, who had had a terrible run with the justice system and it was a gift and his duty to see Nigel through.

Nigel spoke about how he has to paint, painting is his holiday, he shocked almost everyone when he said he wasn't entering the Archibald this year. 

Nigel also spoke about why the hands were so distinctive on the painting, because he used them in court, throwing things around and such.

Charles was over the top and wild, whilst Nigel was softly spoken and quietish, yet they were like the perfect duo. It was an extreme pleasure to be in the company.

The best examples of their personalities and friendship came after the painting won the Archibald and Charles suggested they run off a few hundred lithographs and charge heaps. Nigel's response of horror was that he was not Ken Done!

Touche!

Making Your Writing Pop


This was the final session of the day with Jessie Ansons, Maree Gallop, Anna Lundmark, and Diana Threlfo. The form part of a writing group who meet fortnightly to help each other with their work.

They had many great ideas from what not to do, to tips and tricks. They approached the session with a lovely mix of humour and discipline!

And it left us all keen to get home and start writing from all the inspiration we had taken in all weekend.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

NEWCASTLE WRITERS FESTIVAL: Day Two



Saturday is the big day of the festival, and I was in there at 9am to grab a Gozleme breakfast at the Olive Tree Markets. But once it hit 10am, it was on!

Writing about loss


Panel discussing Hunter Writers Centre's Grieve Writing Project. The project began as a Hunter initiative but with finding became a National competition. 500 words for Prose or 36 lines of Poetry.

The word Grieve is interesting within the project. You are being asked to Grieve as you write. Everyone has a story. And each story is varied. Threads of hope weaved throughout the stories. Everyone's voice is authentic.

The panel included palliative care workers, a mother who wrote of her son's suicide, and a detective who worked many suicide cases. He wants to make that person's life honorable.

Giving language to grief is very important . Acknowledging it can help heal the person and the community. Call it what it is.

Write with your heart and don't stop. Edit with your head later. Form a relationship with your grief. Give it a name. Write as if no one will actually see it.
 
This Writing Life, Camel Bird with Michael Sala.


Carmel is so prolific that it takes Michael a good 10 minutes to introduce her. So much so that Carmel said she felt quite tired hearing it all.

Michael asks Carmel how she begins a story or her writing process. She describes imagery or the thing that is out of place can often be inspirational in terms of starting a story.

Throughout the chat little snippets of wisdom appear to assist with the writing process.

Always be ready for inspiration to hit you.

At the heart of writing there is a sense of play.

Jump in and play around in it then step back and see what you've done.

Go with your own instinct in how you work. You're an individual.

She then read her short story Monkey Business.

Then they spoke about using SM as authors. Carmel is an early adopter and a fan.

The story if it is strong enough will lodge itself and dwell with the reader. But just keep writing for you
 
The Aftermath: memoir writing, what happens when the private becomes public.


Michael Sala, Kate Holden, Rebecca Starford, with Magdalena Ball

Michael doesn't shy away from his truth.
Rebecca says it all exists on the page, separate to her.
Kate says other people are more cool about it than she is.

When is it best to write your truth? When you are ready you'll know. However a greater degree of reflection, the distance of time and the further you are away from the situation/time will help.

So it depends of the actuality of your truth now. And memory is unreliable.

Kate quotes Helen Garner, If you're going to be hard on others, be hard on yourself.

And they all day if you're not upsetting ppl then your bks are not that interesting.
 
Talking to my Country
Stan Grant with Jill Emberson


The piece Stan wrote about Adam Goodes was written just on a year ago. He had only been back in the country 2.5 years. He was driven to write it and his wife suggested he do it and send it to The Guardian.

His life has been fundamentally changed by this moment and speaking up about it. He didn't anticipate it and is still working through how to handle it.

Jill mentions how subtle it all is.

Stan says words matter. There is a rhythm and musicality to how words are put together. You must choose your words carefully especially when expressing complex ideas. He is also aware that words can be turned against you and one false move can be fatal.

Talking to my Country means talking to his land, the physical country. We connect - no matter who we are or where we've come from - through our country.

What's different now? Nothing really and he's mindful of those that came before him, saying similar things at a far riskier time. He's very aware of standing on the shoulders of giants.

Key theme of the day, we need to think of this as an Australian issue not an Indigenous issue.

Such a gently spoken, articulate, intelligent man, this was by far my favourite session of the day. You felt humbled to be in his presence listening to his thoughts and ideas.

Beyond the Spin: dissecting our political leaders with Kerry O'Brien, David Marr, Paddy Manning and hosted by Steve Lewis

 
O'Brien gave an overview of Keating.
Marr on Shorten.
Manning on Turnbull

Great discussion on the lack of forward thinking of Turnbull. O'Brien felt the same about Rudd. They both were so keen to gain leadership it would appear they didn't think about anything to do once they got there, minimal policies and nothing to really make the job their own.

O'Brien feels the barnyard media is to blame for the barnyard politics abs vice versa. Though he didn't want to piss on all his colleagues.

Huge rant on the state of democracy and worry for future Australians and democracy from O'Brien.

So much more amazing thoughts and other insights it was hard to keep up, but a thoroughly entertaining session by some of the great minds in political media.

Who's got the weirdest parents with Richard Glover


There really is no way to describe this session, if you have read Richard's memoir as I have you will understand. This man has had the most bizarre and traumatic upbringing but somehow has escaped untouched, well mostly. His session was more like a stand up/best of the book, which was entertaining and had me in tears from laughter and melancholy in equal parts.

He is the most delightful, adorable, sweet, and smart man.

Basically his memoir - besides being a healing process for himself - is to show people that no matter what you go through with your family you can come out the other side ok and you just learn to find the love elsewhere.
 

Such a great day, the first three sessions were very helpful to me in terms of my own writing and a particular project I embarked on a few months back. Listening to the writers talk about their situations and how they tackled writing about them was assurance to me that I am on the right track with my own memoir from a less than pleasant part of my own life.

The final three were extreme entertainment with intellectual and exciting thoughts and ideas that really got my mind buzzing. Such a pleasure, I came home totally exhausted but feeling very creative and full of ideas and hope.