Contrary Clarissa

One thing strikes me about Clarissa at the moment. I have no idea where her head’s at (so to speak). She’s just all over the place. One moment it’s fighting for Somalia, the next moment it’s crocheted bicycle covers. I’d say it was hormones if…you know….

We went to the Brunswick music festival the other week and now she’s asked me to knit her a pair of socks. I looked rather dubious but she said ‘Oh, they aren’t for me’ (that was not a great surprise since she doesn’t have any feet). ‘They’re for Greg’. She simpered. Honestly, simpered. There is no other word for it. We’d been to see Greg Champion, you see, and Clarissa has been giggling ever since.

I figured she needed a reality check. ‘Clarissa’ I said,

(a) Greg has a beautiful girlfriend, have you thought about that? You saw her that night.
(b) He is tall. You know what they say about tall men. Big feet. NOBODY knits socks for men with big feet, let along for men as a favour to somebody else.
(c) What about Fevola? You can’t be carrying a candle for Fevola one day and fancy Greg Champion the next. Get some consistency, girl.’

As usual she had an answer for everything.

(a) She may be a beautiful girlfriend, but can she write? I’m going to send Greg some songs for him to play on Sat morning. They’ll be the funniest, cleverest songs he has ever received. They will make him fall in love with me.
(b) His feet aren’t that big, really, he has quite refined feet for a man of his size. AND you are a fast knitter, are you not? She stared at me. Daring me to disagree, I suppose.

She muttered something about not liking how Fevola had played on Saturday. It’s all very well, she said, to get those goals at the end when they are desperately needed – she was talking about the game against Brisbane – but if he’d gotten them earlier on they wouldn’t have been desperately needed, would they? It was logic hard to argue with. But was it enough to make a girl turn from Fevola to Champion??? I feel like there is more going on here than I’ve been told about….I’ll let you know if I uncover what the real story is.

The Brunswick Music Festival 2009

Brunswick Music Festival 2009. The headline act is Peter Rowan supported by the Red Stick Ramblers. What a treat to see them together for a few songs at the end.

Red Stick Ramblers and Peter Rowan get together

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Photos by Simon Hinge.

Peter Rowan is living history. To see him is to see somebody who carries an entire music tradition with him. Not to mention he has an exquisite voice and diction.

You can still catch both these acts. They each have a second show….Red Stick Ramblers with Perth’s 10 cent shooters who are a great local talent.

Next night Irish Colum Sands had a tough call…imagine your support act being Greg Champion. I hadn’t realised that Greg had a sensitive side, I’d only ever heard him on Sat mornings, 774, doing The Coodabeens. Not that he wasn’t mostly playing for laughs.

Anyway, Colum Sands did a fine job of the second half of the evening. The most gentle of singer/story tellers with sharp observations about the world couched in soft songs. I gather there are a wide range of Irish accents and Colum has one that is as clear as crystal. Just as well…I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a word.

Next night and it was The Borderers and The Rough Diamonds. I hesitated to put this pics up. The Borderers are non-stop energy. I’ve never seen anything like it. Unlike Shooglenifty who seemed to be pointlessly loud, The Borderers are there to have fun and you can’t help but join in. All of that noise, vibrancy, energy is lost in the pics. As they danced around the venue, playing on the bar or wherever else took their fancy, there was not a moment of stillness.

The audience was a surprising mix. In the middle, front of stage, tables and chairs for the diners-and-show types, mature, sedate. Scattered all around them, the kiddies. To begin with I thought that the kiddies should be sent out the back as they talked through the first song or two, but no! It turned out that they had a strong knowledge of The Borderers’ music and were there to bop. And bop they did, even getting the odd adult involved in their activities. The Borderers do not invite sedateness.

I have to confess that last time I saw The Borderers, the guitarist spotted that I’d nodded off and came off the stage to play literally right in front of my nose. I woke up – I don’t know how long after – rather startled to find a guitar literally in my face, to the great amusement of one and all. Really, I can’t imagine how I could possibly have slept during that raucous revelry….it just goes to show that sleeping is the thing I do best.

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