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Brian Wilson has given the OK for a film about his life. If they get it right, it could be magnificent. Few things have moved me more of late than the man performing
Smile at the Regent last year, and finally giving voice to the noises that had been rattling around his head for thirty years.
I have listened to
Keith Jarrett's Köln Concert countless times, and I still think it is one of the most extraordinary pieces of music around. I particularly like the lively "doo-do-doot-do-dooo" of the last number.
This is ace. A
14 year old girl picked for Carey's First XI cricket team. She's obviously pretty handy. And cricket, being a non-contact sport based around skill and timing rather than strength, is one of our best prospects for genuine boy/girl action at the highest level. I'd love one day to see a lady in the baggy green, particularly if she took Justin Langer's spot.
One of the best albums I've found in my recent Scando-jazz period is the lyrical piano-bass gold of Olivier Antunes and Jesper Lundgaard's "Arching". You'll have to buy it
from Denmark, but it's worth it.
I thought massacring stingrays in the aftermath of Steve Irwin's death was as idiotic as people got.
It appears I was wrong. Fuckwits.
Nike's new
Join The Chain football website asks punters to send in videos of themselves kicking a ball around to create one continuous chain of passes. It's very cool.
Having escaped the clutches of corporate law some years ago, but with many friends still accounting for their lives in six minute units, I find the
Junior Lawyers' Union fascinating reading.
Every day between 12-1,
VirginBlue has Happy Hour, and offers often outrageously cheap domestic fares. A very clever way to fill empty seats, keep customers visiting the site regularly, and maintain that carefully-constructed Virgin image as the battler's friend.
Before Jamie Oliver was scootering about and Nigella was licking chocolate-dipped fingers and leering at the camera, there was
Delia. No gimmicks, no catchphrases, just a very clean kitchen and brilliant food. And is it just me, or is she sexy in a "you've been a very naughty boy" kind of way?
Over the past few months, two of my friends have joined the nerd army. Welcome
Tom and the
C-Bomb.
I have been warned by Too much sport that there is too much sport on this weblog. But
it's happened again.
Just Pretending are presenting noir musical City of Angels this year. Audition if you're keen.
I have recently become obsessed by "the Radiohead of jazz", the
Esbjörn Svensson Trio. Scando jazz at its best.
I have been invited to join a weekly online music mix called
Out Of 5. My last contribution was Sly & The Family Stone's very sexy Family Affair.
It appears from the comment spam with which I'm being bombarded that it is essential you all know the following:
Edmonton dominated the Carolina Hurricanes on Saturday night and the 4-0 margin in Game 6 makes it hard to imagine the Oilers not hoisting hockey's Holy Grail above their heads in less than 48 hours. And it would not come as any shock to see defenseman Chris Pronger, who had another 31-minute night, take the honors for the Conn Smythe Trophy as the playoff MVP.
It pains me, but in the interest of balance, I've been looking around at
AppleDefects.
AussieRulesChina.com is a site run by my brother, in China spreading the AFL word on behalf of the AFL, the Melbourne Footy Club, and the Melbourne City Council.
Liz Stringer plays the
Northcote Social Club on 29 June. You should go. I first heard her play at her brother's 21st and she was magnificent then singing a wonderful song he had written. That was seven-odd years ago, and she has only got better in that time.
Being a glamorous A-Lister, I was at the opening of
ACMI's TV50 Exhibition last night. We should all go and celebrate 50 years of television.
My friend James sent me this
awesome site that allows one to see every World Cup goal so far - just click the match score then the goalscorer. Brilliant.
The Two Of Us in The Age / SMH Good Weekend this week was an incredibly touching testament to love, friendship and education. I can't find it online. If you would like to read it, let me know (peter AT glutbusters DOT com) and I will send you a copy in the post.
Not only did
Daniel Kitson make me laugh for two hours, he crystallised an entire framework for living one's life. He's undoubtedly a genius.
Join me and
Jellyfish as we marvel at the Broadway genius that is
Mandy Patinkin, touring Australia in June. It'll be the campest night ever.
We probably only need about a quarter of the footy writing that we actually get. But Melbourne's decision to publish a precis of
Neale Daniher's match report each week brings us genuine insight and analysis, something sadly missing from the columns of
the moronic Tim Watson.
My old tennis racquet cracked. They gave me
a new one. Ace.
Most blindingly parochial piece of Commonwealth Games commentary yet: Tony Jones to
Ambrose Ezenwa after
Asafa Powell had reeled in his 6m lead in the the
4x100 heat and effortlessly crushed him by 2. "You held him off there, are you happy with that?" Even Ambrose had the good grace to look doubtful.
Get along to
Virgins if you can. It's a ripper. It wouldn't be disastrous if you had to leave after the first show either - the other two aren't nearly up to the same standard.
"Are you ready to unlock your sexual potential in an adventure of self-discovery through untamed passion and incredible pleasure? If you said 'Yes', then you’re ready for
Pherotones, the ringtone secret that can make you irresistible to the opposite sex." (My favourite: Testosteroni).
The
Google Zeitgeist is a brilliantly laid out look at what we searched for over the year. It wisely concludes Britney is more popular than Mariah and Shakira.
Glutbusters was quoted in
The Age today. Insight section. In Blogworld, a column curiously not in the online edition. We'll show 'em.
Glutbusters might be a bit weird for a while - my wonderful designer
Virginia (whose site is a masterpiece) is giving it its regular service.
An attempt to download the government's
WorkChoices booklet results in an Adobe warning: "There were too many arguments". So why can't the ALP make any?
I think Naomi Klein is almost unspeakably rad.
Here she writes on torture.
Pamela Anderson has a blog. The wittily titled
Stacked.
Virginia from
I Am Alert designed this site. I bought her dinner.
If lovin'
The Dees is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Jellyfish makes me laugh and makes me cry. Like Full House.
