Mighty Big Blues at the Gov
Wednesday, 13 June 2012

While my list is light on quantity this week it’s big on quality

Sample ImageSweet Baby James and Rob Eyers at the Gilbert Street Hotel on Thursday  June 14.  The grittiest double voodoo blues from the dynamic duo and the some of the tastiest tucker you can wrap your laughing gear around… Live music kicks off early – 7 pm.

 

 

 BIG BLUES NIGHT

Sample ImageFriday June 15 and it’s a feast  for Rocken’, Roots and Blues aficionados at The Gov. It’s The Big Blues Night and there is a smorgasbord on offer:  2 Katz… That’s Big Daddy and Steve rippin’ it up; The Steve Brown Band with an All-Star line-up: Brownie, James Sweet Baby Meston, Craig Maximum Intensity Rodda, The Preacher Denis Surmon  and Peter Doc Martin.

 

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 Then you’ve got the Flyers led by the Mighty Dave Blight whose pedigree is longer than a very long thing indeed:  David Blight is without doubt Australia's premier harmonica player and has performed with Australia's leading musicians for the past 3 decades including his 30 plus year association with Cold Chisel. David has also performed and/or recorded with Don walkers Catfish, Jimmy Barnes band, Ian Moss Band, Red Rivers just to name a few. The band is based on David's songwriting and his harmonica playing talents.  

Dave  Small is an icon of the Adelaide blues scene; Rockin Rob Riley is a well-known guitarist probably best known as one of the guitarists for Rose Tattoo; Mick Rajan joined the current formation of The Flyers in early 1999 and Bass guitarist Laurie is the latest addition.

 

 Sample ImageGuthries, Prospect Town Hall, A Night of Scottish Fiddling with Catherine Fraser & Duncan Smith - Fri 15th June 8pm.  Having earned an international reputation of a truly captivating violin performer of rare clarity and depth, Catherine Fraser was awarded the Golden Fiddle Award for Best Soloist Australasia, 2010. Regarded as one of the world's leading fiddle and piano duos, her music connection with pianist Duncan Smith is evident in their sparkling performances. Their repertoire, steeped in Scottish tradition, also explores the possibilities of stylistic integration between classical, folk and original composition. TICKETS: www.dramatix.com.au/folkfederation or 8344 4421

 

Sample ImageSATURDAY.  16th JUNE.  Hoy-Hoy! -  Doin’  The BLUE JEAN BLUES tour – will be doin’ THE BRIDGEWAY, BACK WHERE IT ALL STARTED 25 YEARS AGO.



 

 

Ratbags I have known 

I received a letter in the post from Mad Abbott asking me to give him money so he can help mining executives pockmark the face and fringe of this country and it started me thinking about ratbags.  Not facist, plutocratic glove-puppets like that galah, I mean real ratbags like you uster get when we were kids.

We had  - he’s sadly past tense now – a cracker: Uncle Zac. Zac spent his youth in a circus as tumbler in a troupe - the KegLegs. He liked a drink, did Uncle Zac, him and his troupe. That’s what earned them the name.

And he was an inventor – it’s a family gene thing – he was responsible for spraying a Teflon-like substance on the underneath of school chairs to make the first booger-resistant student seat. Unfortunately, as an idea it was too good; the test group of students went nearly mad trying to get their snot to stick under the chairs and an awful riot ensued. The chairs were sent to Area 51 os somewhere like that and locked way for ever.

Never defeated, Uncle Zac went on to invent the face-recognition door mat that did away entirely with house keys and eliminated the games of keyhole darts he used to play on the front door after a drink or two at the club. You simply tripped over the porch step and fell flat on your face on the mat which would read your dial and – if it matched up with one of the mugs stored in its RAM-  it would set in motion a mechanism that swung the whole porch around and dumped you inside.

One of the things that made him amusing to us kiddies was that he had a gimbal-mounted wrist. He could always keep a glass vertical and the liquid inside horizontal no matter what angle he was adopting. Even if he fell over or if he got knocked for six he would simply roll like a circus tumbler until his feet found the floor then he’d slowly wobble – or claw – his way upright-ish but because of his gimbal mounted wrist he never spilled a drop of his drink. It was like magic.

In a bus, a tram or a car….never spilled a drop. Even in a car that went off the road and into the sea with him and his mates inside; from the shore he looked like a goner – didn’t even try to swim. They  thought he was fukked. When the rescuers dragged Uncle Zac by the collar half dead into the rubber ducky they discovered he was still holding his glass of whisky with the one hand and the other hand firmly clamped over the top.

“Why didn’t you let go of the glass and swim…??” they shouted at him

“And get water in me whisky…. I’d rather drown!”

It’s sad he’s gone. They don’t make ratbags like that these days and even if they did the council would probably ban ‘em.