Another Monday, another blog it seems, another attempt at a dinner to please the teenage son. His enthusiasm wasn’t overwhelming. Dad dinners. Generally good but running short on inspiration.
Anyway, I’ve got a cracker of a week coming up musically. Nicky Del Rey and I will be playing at The Standard Hotel this Wednesday Aug 27th. On Thursday Aug 28th, you can hear me attempting to sound intelligent with Neil Rogers on RRR’s The Australian Mood from 8.00. On Friday, The Break are playing at the NGV. You can also see the Italian Masters there. (Botticelli is the early favourite at 2/1 from Tintoretto at 4/1). And then on Saturday, Nick and I will be supporting young Mark Seymour at the Flying Saucer Club. On Sunday, I’ll be recording with Fiona Lee and her Holy Men. Rock on!
The musical highlight, though, of the last few weeks was our trip to MONA for the Synaesthesia weekend. So inspiring! We got to hear and see very close-up some of the great works of the 20th Century – Schoenberg’s Pierrot Lunaire, Messiaen’s Vingt Regards Sur L’Enfant Jesus, Ligeti’s Violin Concerto plus an abundance of Bach In The Dark. To hear players like Richard Tognetti, Steven Osborne, Michael Kieran Harvey, Genevieve Lacey and the Tassie Symphony Brass was really stunning, especially in the surrounds of the gallery. And we we were fed like royalty – a win/win situation!
Things roll along throughout the weeks – up and down. Bouts of self-doubt/self-loathing balanced by days when I feel like a decent human being. Like a lot of people, I feel like a faker a lot of the time. The inside motives are often so far from the outward appearance. As long as you don’t buy into it too far either way, I suppose that you can tread the fine line.
As an example, I visited my painter friends, Cathy Drummond and Bill Hay, on the weekend, to pick up a painting of Cathy’s. An inspiring house crammed with paintings and books and food and beer. Heads down, arses up working, producing brilliant and moving work. And so humble and down-to-earth. At this point, the aim is to keep going, keep playing, stay in the game. (Visited my mum in the nursing home on the weekend – the inevitable downhill slide). 55 – I’d better get started!