Jesus

27dec2013
hey you know i'm a lot feed up with the internet as a whole. i have few things to share, not like vampires , who just wanna take. i took my time just to see who was in the back ground, a few. so, after a think, thought Jesus would be a timely kind of blog. one at which can be prolonged and rush as per leisure. as from previous blogs you can see i'm no stranger to the subject, a subject too which i take very personal. the reason being, as with most things  there's duplicates, peoples version and the rest. so, to end this beginning ,i shall say there are many jesus's  this is about mine.

3jan2014
first, happy new year. of course there's only one Jesus , try telling that to some, there's the Trinity, and everything after. so, it ain't quite the narrow path, there are many mansions etc, etc. this is to do with what has been come to be termed as the historical Jesus, of which there is one. the text which are used are the Gospels, you know Matthew, Mark, Luke & John. these being the records of such a person, the rest , well it's not really about the person and His words. Matthew starts off with the roots, birth, prayer, and such. Mark , you got to forgive me here , cause i ain't to up to date on Mark, so you could say i'm off the mark. i think it's to do more with the parables and stuff ,could be wrong. i have read Mark but i'm into reading John and Luke , their mainly where i find meaning.

6jan2014
saying i don't really read Mark, doesn't mean i haven't read it. it just means i don't read it as much as the other two. even then i have my own comfort zone there. saying that about Mark made me read it, to see if i was right about it. i ain't gonna do capitols no more, cause i'm slow on the shift. no disrespect. Mark, was pretty much what i said, they all are really. it's basically their account of the historical Jesus. Mark mentions John the baptist, who i believe to be the first true christian,  that being, he proclaimed Jesus as the Christ. the thing i got with it is, John the baptist is Jesus' cousin. another thing when Jesus split to Egypt , early on to avoid death, where did John go?. herod said all babies under two years old be killed, was that only the ones born in Bethlehem, there's a 6 months difference between John and Jesus. life must have been tough on John, surviving that, and then growing up with no friends your age.

13jan2014
i went back and put the capitols in. maybe john hung out in the desert even then. where did Jesus hung out in egypt? when you think about it , their gone from the promised land back to Egypt, safer?. surely there's records of that time, of life in egypt, hung out in a refo camp. pretty much dispossessed . i'm interested in the time in egypt, but i have not seeked the answer.

20jan2014
many have asked questions about this and that with the historical Jesus, such as what did he do , in the inbetween years? i believe all answers are in the Gospels. a carpenter obviously. we all know up until he goes missing talking to the elders. here i believe is the answer. when the parents found him , they were a bit angry, like most parents are when a child goes off. they told him not to do it again. this would have played heavy on his mind. so from then on til we hear about, say the water into wine , when Mary says the time has not come. he would have refrained from such. two things are sort of required, to honour thy parents and loved your neighbour. so, did he get on with the neighbours ? it's obvious , that there was something there , when it's one of those things. i think the in between years he was just a worldly type of guy, he had a mission but the time had not come.

31jan2017
i haven't wrote for 4 years hear. i've been interested in the near last earthly miracle Jesus performed , that the one of Lazarus. my thoughts on the subject are very much questions. was it an eye for an eye? how long did Lazarus live afterwoods?

22feb2018
you know the clag eartha blog can end where it is, i'm happy with that, it can end were it began in a sense. google pissed me off with their responses , and not. today i thought of a story, a true story, about a chocolate wheel. a chocolate wheel is just a number wheel used in fetes and things. maybe they won chocolates or something. anyways there was one in the priests garage next to where they live in the church, which they use at fetes. one day there was a few of us waiting for some reason or another, can't remember why. a couple of older boys  and a few my age, not many. while waiting we noticed the wheel. and got spinning, we all picked a number. one of the older guys picked 54, he said it always lands on 54. so the thing lands on 54. it was just leaning up against the wall. end of story. the time had to be 1967 cause we were living in the shack. i remember this story from time to time, it's no great story. then came the day of the last big fete as i remember. people were a community. i don't know if you've read about the guy who , we rode to oilies. anyway his family had an old vehicle truck with wooden spoked  wheels with bales of hay. drive around the streets for the fetes hayride. one of the sideshows was the chocolate wheel. i checked out the prizes , can't really remember much, probably donated goods. but i do remember the magic set, a box of magic tricks. all the boys wanted to get the magic set. 

24feb2018
you've got to remember this is 50 years ago, my memory is bits about 10. the garage bit, the hayride bit, the prizes and chocolate wheel bit. the next bit was my mother and grandmother turned up. she brought some numbers for the chocolate wheel spin. in the bunch of ticket numbers was 54, whether she asked me or i asked her , i ended up with a few of the tickets, and one was 54, i think i said it always lands on 54. they looked at me and said ,sure. like always with me. it landed on 54. the next bit was shit for me, then . the guy who was running the wheel, reckon i had won it before, earlier on. this wasn't the case, what a let down. my mother asked me what i won. i told her the bloke reckoned i won it before and you can't win it twice. the bloke had my mother and grand mother saying words, the guy said i won it earlier, i never did, after the words i got to pick a prize, i picked the magic set. that'll do 

 

4nov22

awhile back, i was thinking about this chocolate wheel episode. i sort  of came to the conclusion, that maybe some other guy earlier won with the 54 ticket, and the ticket seller thought i was him. 

sav

11sept2013
probably the easiest, hardest, longest, shortest blog, i've had to write. okay, the shortest. the kids couldn't say svejda, neither could anyone. so, it got as far as sav. so like mud the name stuck, that's it.

15sept2013
i could go hardest next, then whatever, i don't work like that , but then i do. mainly i do things out of necessity or enjoyment, boredom?? . i find boredom to me is when you go head over heels to tell someone something, they don't get it , then they do and decide it's their idea, that's fucking boring. or they misconstrued it and it turned out to be a misinterpretation, a lot like politicians, their forever fucking things up on both sides. the sad thing is that's all  we got. probably the hardest things about this blog, there are a few, like, you who??. get it.

16sept2013
like you who is reading this. today i bumped into a culprit or one of them, runny. a name i gave him, cause he was always runny to the dunny. he's not known by that anymore. he was a friend of jester , lived close  to each other then, he left the catholic school before 5th class. they lived about 3 miles away in a different suburb, probably close to half the class. i'm sure runny was one who said the sav name. he's had a drug problem, serious drug problem. another one i thought about was rednick, he hated me calling him that, that came later, he left quite early also. i hung out with him around 76 . he lived down the road from when i lived at bruce st. he had a mate named kevin who was the only person who liked the sex pistols at that time, no one liked them at that time. we were too far away , and the publicity was bad. i always think of rednick when i cook , i remember they were starving , he went down road and knocked someone's old rooster off, then plucked it and cooked it in the fry pan, what a disaster, i don't think he cooked it right , tough as nails. he headed north not long after that, i think he ended up doing alright. him and another kindergarten friend broke into mullumbimby cop shop and stole the pot locked in a cell, that made headlines. so the story goes. when i heard that i thought of the chook, desperadoes. catholic boys. sav name

22sept2013
of late , i personally have really had enough of the whole internet thing, it's become the same. i thought it would be a buzz looking back on this shit, to tell you the truth , i don't think i'll ever look back at this stuff. not because it's uninteresting, mainly because the world is different to me, and it's fucking pigeon hole  category, which only fit in a mirror. it's better if you and the world can't relate to this. you meaning, my people ain't real savvy on the net, most are gone or oldish and not the same anymore, maybe that's how they really were. probably better finish this before it turns into a rant and ammunition for the dicks. on entering high school in 1971, and the class being divided , the sav name was nearly lost except for a few , who decided not to pursue the catholic journey. only for that did the sav name stay, good or bad, that time was low for me and hard to share, and even to look back on.

30sept2013
you savvy, yes, you chrissy. was this guy called shovel, greeting every time he seen me. he was in a higher class with some old class mates from primary school, they told him sav, you savvy, i didn't know what the fuck he was on about, til years later. he was a good sportsman, i first heard of him at assembly, when his name was called out for getting a hat trick in cricket. i never knew that stuff then. it turned out, we were born on the same day in the same hospital as was another . didn't find that out for a bit. he called me the beast when he first saw me, i think at that time i was fairly wild. i was low at that time, them guys had fairly normal home lives, mine was far from that. probably a guy called bradley, told him, who was in my class since kindergarten. he had as close as life as too me. although he was adopted, he had an ok home, he was just bad. he told shovel sav, and nicked the pot with rednick, among other things. last i heard, he had testicular cancer.

3october2013
so the sav name grow from that really, til a teacher call me that , then i felt kind of stuck with it. after leaving school and working in the mine, there was 5 others my age there , 2 of whom were from the kindy class. so the sav name was there among a few, i only worked there some months. the saveloy name came from a bloke called rory, or though others called me battered and other shit. when you're low, you just take the shit , really. probably that's the best way i dealt with things. when you ain't got nothing, they can't take anything, but it's pretty much the low end. i think i just had enough of nothing and went straight except for cigs and got the steelworks job , fitters labourer, 3 shifts.  there was a couple of people there, who called me sav, 2 of which have gone, 1 liver cancer, the other suspicious accident. neither of which were originally born here. 1 from birmingham , he liked the cough medicine high, that it fucked his liver as well as grog. he was the hippy type, read alot of moorcock and stuff, his mannerisms reminded me of that richard branson, when i see him on telly and such.    

vids

 

 at the top of cobblers hill , then walking south to unanderra

pathway to unanderra

old crossroads

old photo

 

 

old photo

 

 

 old news vid april 1967

 russians in the backyard

a bit more than halfway, run to nowhere

milk bottles and skyrockets dont mix

embassy and shack

17august2013

these vids are a walk on a track i've walked many times. probably even more than the cars in them, and as many stories. it's all ad lib. the main reason to go out there , was to get a photo of the embassy room sign , which has survived many decades. it was a real surprise. the camera is crap, i need a better one, i wonder if the sign will last that long. as for the music, again coincidental, them songs aren't mine , there not about me, i think i'm allowed to listen to them?? one has a thing , if you're at that place on certain day , at a particular time, and ask a person the right question , you will get the answer. but like everything that time is slowly diminishing. 

22may2019
i had a few views at the vids, and i was out that way today. i took some photos that are relevant to the blog.

 some photos of the embassy room sign taken 22may2019.

the embassy room closed in the 1960's

 

1nov23 today was out unanderra, the embassy sign is gone.  they've paint the buildings grey, the soto place is still there. luckily i got the photo when i did, whether or not it's still here in the future, doesn't matter to me, i got my point across. it said 'the embassy room'.

 

 
also,

down the road a bit, across the road from my grandmothers old house.

a old milestone still , in miles , k for kiama, w for wollongong

jester

28june2013
it's taken me a little time to figure out a name for the post, without implementing people, even so this still can be construed as such, nothing of a sort, this being of the nutter. for if you knew his name the title would be obvious. i first meet jester in jan/feb 1964, my first day of kindergarten , a strange day indeed. for, at this time i had done things them other people knew little of, firstly, i had everything , a car, morris minor ute, the old boy won the lottery, he had a few cars at that time, and the morris was mine, even though i couldn't drive and was young, it was called my car. so i was driven to school in my car. for me to go to such a school i had to be baptized, being a catholic school. so i was baptized a few weeks before going to school. all dolled up, i walked into classroom. all these little shits crying, i thought fuck this, and bolted back to the car, climbed in the back, my mother and the nun trying to talk me into going back, saying i had to. i still remember that. eventually, i was coaxed  inside (at this point i'd like to take time out to tell , google,  their dictionary really sucks, i have to always look in the proper paper one, how many times, too fucking many), i felt betrayed. talk about chaos, half the class mainly girls, just crying, and half the class running around the playground following a spazz running and flapping his arms like a bird, the nun just let them go and tried to calm the others, what a sight. by lunch he was still flapping but the followers had halved. the next day he's off again flapping round the playground, the followers had been widdled down to 5 or so , the rest being feed up or lost interested. next day, he off again with 4 followers, with the class basically under control , time for the nuns to work on birdboy , they got it down to 3 , then 2. birdboy and jester, by the end of the week , jester dropped off every now and then, but started again. i tell you something , birdboy finally did settle down, but he wasn't the full quid.

1july2013
i talked to my mother about that first day , she reckons , she had to sit with me on that first day cause i was crying, i'm not surprised, hated it. this ain't about that anyways. it's more about my next 7 years of endurance. jester and birdboy had some intelligence about them, in a goody goody sense, but something wasn't right. for starters neither could stand on a chair, jester was worse. birdboy used to rock back and forth , every now and then make farty noises by pushing his hands together, i think there was some autistic thing there, now. there was probably encounters, but fast forward to 1967or 66, i got one of them james bond corgi cars for my birthday. by this time the money had gone, we were living in what we called the shack. the parents back at work, the cars gone, mine even, no rights when your under 18 them days, any days really. i got busted by the old cheese looking for my birthday presents,  it was never the same again, a lot like bart simpson getting caught shop lifting. i think kids go through the thievery stage around that age, some get caught and stop , others, well they don't.anyways , i took my last real birthday present to school. the teacher took it off me, and put it aside. came the time for class to end, and it was gone, the teacher forgot about it. someone tea leafed my james bond car. months later jester brought one to school , he reckoned it was his.

8july2013
although jester had the height thing, in the water was a different story as i remember. it was his little revenge thing he had over me, which he used conveniently to his advantage , when i done swimming lessons. you have go forward to 1969 for the next remembered episodes. i had to sit next to him for a time, that class was shambles that year. anyway, me and jester ended up having a full on fight in the classroom, we were sent to the head nun , i just bolted up the road, home.at this time we had moved from the shack to a rented house not far from the school.  then went back and got the cane. another memory of that same year, concerning jester , was someone had burnt a broom and written shit on the wall with the blackened stick, it was a big thing with the nuns. the words were , look that up in your funk and wagnels . we weren't allowed to look at it. it got real heavy, that jester had to own up, and another. but jester had written it. on reflection , she must have thought it said you fuckin wankers or something, for such fuss. jester and two others were elevated to 6th class for the rest of the year.

25july2013
now we joined jester in the 6th grade, the head nun had him under control . his daily ritual was to clean the black board standing on a chair, you think that's nothing, but for someone who freaks out on heights, it was a sight . then came the day of the voice. must of been near the end of 1970. i was sitting behind birdboy or 1 up from him, daydreaming . jester doing his ritual after lunch. birdboy rockin with the occasional farty noise. next thing jester throws the blackboard duster hitting birdboy in the side of the head, temple, he was gone. the nun didn't know what to do , police were called . now my recollection is somewhat vague, now but, something significant happen that day.

28july2013
leaving that school and going elsewhere that year end, meant i wasn't to see them two again. i caught up with jester around 1976/77 . i was working at the steelworks at that time, doing fitters labourer work. he had just got his car licence, amasing. he couldn't fucking drive. he picked me up from home and drove into town a few times. i remember him checking out my record collection, he was surprised at my records, i was going through a zappa thing then, so there  was a few of him, probably all up about 60 albums then, i remember buying the eagles greatest hits at that time, the hype. thinking this isn't that great. probably now i could listen to it. as far as west coast thing goes at that time , i was mainly into zappa, i thought beefheart was demonic, after the street life of 1975, i had lived, i needed a safe place. jester drove me into town around the next couple of weeks, but me doing shiftwork and a weekend off a month , i don't know what happened there. years later, i learnt  he crashed the car and ran away.

4august2013
here's where it becomes sketchy, 1984, not really, because i keep a diary that year. i thought it would make a good year for such. enter simon pieman middle name peter, friend of john mc and jester, he played the blues, or white poor little rich kid blues. i had heard about pieman through the others years before. i had a flat in town, i'd caught up with them there, and invited them back. i was trying to learn guitar and writing, i had two guitars , and a amp. a washburn acoustic and an ibanez les paul copy, which i played mainly just barre  chords, the blues what pieman played didn't fit my ascetic, of that time, which was mainly punky reggae type of thing. jester had lost his wallet and was strangely coming and going, looking for his wallet. he still had the height stance thing as he clinged to the wall walking up the stairs , that hit a nerve with the what comes back thing.

7august2013
around this time, maybe even before, i caught up with jester at a psychedelic furs concert. he was into stuff like sid barret and julian cope, and other fringe type stuff which surprised me. a long way from following birdboy around the playground. probably a year or so later , i sold him a teardrop explodes 12" ep, the only thing i remember of that was ouch monkeys. i never seen him really much after that, on occasions. i remember, me and a girlfriend, nymph fartarse, were having pizza at a pizzahut . next minute, who should walk pass but jester. looking at the people eating pizza through the window, he done the mime act of holding a piece pizza near his mouth, pulling it away and letting go, then jestered with the hand that pizza comes back and hits them in the face, then laughs, a laugh i could heard in my head from way back. i just thought you dickhead and laughed, he didn't spot me though.

15august2013
at the end of 1988, i chucked the railway job in, done the jack, on  the road. lived in the van basically for a year and a bit. after that i got a flat in the same block as 1983, this time in the ground level, the rent had almost doubled, that gypsy life , changes you in ways. i met up with jester , he lived not far , probably what you'd call a block away. he was working , but lived in a mens guest house, he had a morris minor, the same as my old car but a sedan. he used to drive everywhere in 1st gear, reminded me of mr bean, not as radical though. he was still into cope alot. he gave me a swell maps album, i didn't go much on it, i thought midget submarines was about the best thing on it. some drama at the guest house and he was turfed out , he lived there for some time. i'm not sure if he done the little excursion before or after that. his work gave him the opportunity to work in the middle of australia, eyres rock, and put in the fibre optic. i told him he should do it , do something you can look back on. he did it. he used to ring me up from there, in a stinking hot tin humpy, saying he couldn't hack it, i told him to hang in there.

20august2013
strangely, i'm not sure, before or after the excursion , he got a flat in these old tower type flats. under him was nymph fartarse. pieman had chucked his job in and was living in a half house, we visited each other, playing cards and yakking . he told me , he had slept at jesters house as a youth. he slept in jesters bed and jester slept  in his brothers bed. jesters old man came home, started laying(hitting) into pieman, thinking it was jester. pieman says he bolted home. they lived in a different suburb to me. another story, these other class mates told me, they had a swimming pool with all stuff stored in it, not water. jester set it alight. they keep him in a parrot bird cage til the cops arrived. in 1993, i was in hospital and jester visited me , i appreciated that.

29august2013
probably never seen much of jester after that, although i did bump into him around '97. he gave me a few dr who postcard things, he was right into jerry anderson and that stuff , a big collector. maybe a curse from the james bond car.  it's funny how he turned up in 97, i was thinking about birdboy and that voice. all i remember it said about jester, to forget about it and tell him to get on with his life. i asked jester about that day , he said it was the scariest day in his life. i asked him what happened, he said best forget it and get on with life, that's all. the exact words of which that voice had said. birdboy??, i was curious about birdboy, what happened to him. pieman and jester both ended up going to the same high school, as did birdboy. during our card games, i asked pieman if he knew him, this is around 92. straight away, he started doing  the rockin and hand moves to a tee. he reckoned he copped a hard time in high school , the other guys burnt him with cigs and stuff, i thought that sad, i seen birdboy in the 90s one day , i didn't say anything, but all of a sudden he picked up a vibe and looked around strangely , he didn't see me. about 4 , 5 or something years ago, i walked out unanderra way and decided to go to the church, thinking, i know this church better than most of them, then all of a sudden this bloke walks out, it was birdboy. i felt like God had hit me back, birdboy always left at a particular time, and he was still doing it after all them years, i felt a revelation.

21march2019.
today i bumped into jester , had a bit of a chat. i hadn't seen him in years.

midnight cowboy

31may2013
if any movie deserves a blogging from me, it can be midnight cowboy, why ?, it will soon be apparent. released in n.s.w. australia before the  r category things, which is just as confusing as the shitfull of crap movies today. then, it was only the big AO (adults only) rating, x was something somewhere else. R was just a letter after q, i think the first R rated was percy, which seems a bit ,some word. i think they had to start somewhere , just like this, blog.

1june2013
being unsure about the percy movie, i had to do a search , it was the first r rated in australia, 1971. i got one of them ,the great rock discography (5th edition) with forward notes by john peel, it has come in real handy at times. i checked the kinks, they done the soundtrack for percy, the book only gives it a 4/10 rating, i 've only heard the lola, probably not the coca cola version thats on vs, cherry cola. the old percy's getting a write up here, no pun intended. i seen it on a late night movie , maybe the 80's or 90's. with the midnight cowboy movie, i would have been in 5th or 6th class, either 69 or 70. i thought it was a modern day western, something like billy jack or something. so i got a few class mates to travel into town , about 4 miles, big day out at the pictures.

3june2013
for me it wasn't no big deal, my mum was always a keen movie goer, for a long time. so saturday at the flicks was not an uncommon practice. them early days everybody stood up for a photo of the queen and anthem, i think that had just fizzled out, with my generation. them other guys were all dolled up  for the occasion all from the happy family or so called. me, by this time, i knew the streets, i knew trouble, and how to avoid it. probably the only difference here, when we went with mum , she'd go up the top level. cinemas them days had the 2 levels, downstairs the cheap seats, riff raff, up top bourgeois, so called. i don't remember too much about this time, but some things are clear. them days you got the ads, usually cig ads, the cartoon and 2 movies. i can't remember the other movie.

6june2013
that other movie kept playing on me, i thought it was a movie called, the confederate. i did a search it came up with some later thing. the movie i was looking for, was about a soldier who was killed by eating poison mushrooms. luckily, after typing the confederates, there was a movie called the beguiled , staring clint eastwood, never knew that was him, never knew him then anyway. that was the movie about the mushrooms, but it wasn't the other one for midnight cowboy. it must of been later. midnight cowboy came out may 1969, you know how long it took to came out here? i went to the library yesterday and did the  microfilm search. each roll has a month of papers. starting from may 69, i did a quick search of rolls . i knew it wouldn't be may 69, or dec 69 or jan 70 cause of school holidays . it was 29 oct 1970, some 18 months after it's release, i was not long 12. i seen it 31 oct 1970. the other movie was the mosquito squadron . strange match.

7june2013
i thought there was only 3 of us that went that day, there could have been 4. a few class mates didn't turn up that week, but after hearing our reviews  went the next week. the 4th kid could have been a john mc , i not one for name dropping, but i can see some relevance, and seeing i was a great fan of the man from uncle a few years earlier. when i heard that david mc callum song on those john peel tapes, i thought of john mc, whose last name isn't mc callum , but claimed to be a relative of david mc callum, he reckon his mother had letters and things, david mc callum was in mosquito squadron, so maybe john mc was there, doesn't matter anyway , just a thought. we all have some degrees , distant and removed. so there we were.

11june2013

the first movie came and went, no worries. intermission. now for the modern day western, don't really remember too much about the movie then, what i do remember is one of the other guys freaking out at the sight of tits and bum. there we were three young guys  with stiffys and a fucking nutter, what a sight. when it got to the little dog scene, he was in hysterics. the usherette came down with a torch to see what was going on, we tried to calm him down , with threats and such. told him to put his hands over his eyes when them scenes were on, so much for the western. i don't think we knew that much then, we knew fucking made babies, but all that other adult stuff was above us. i remember looking at the faces of the other guys , big smiles and one cry baby with his hands over his eyes. i used to play a  trick on my sister at the creepy parts on movies when she had her hands over her eyes saying is it over yet, then just as the creepiest bits on say it's over now , she'd take her hands off right on that part, sick. you guess it, the movie was getting boring , down comes the usherette, we seen the movie though.

bought this on ebay, i think that means i own it

16june2013
if it means anything, after the movie we all went to a pinball shop, i can see some relevance. there was no space invaders then, the big thing, were them car on a stick indy 500, a bit like screen projection once you got the hang of it you can get replay after replay, but at 20cents a pop, bit out of my league. john mc played that, we just played the 5 cent pinnies. you can do a lot more with 20cents then, than you can do with a dollar now days.  i think that movie stayed around for many weeks. i never seen it again for many years, i seen it on telly. you couldn't tell if it was cut though, before the rating system , even after, they just cut out bits.

18june2013
i'd spent half of my life with them two guys, john mc had only been at our school, 2 years.  i could write a blog on the other nutter, who went on to the Catholic education system , we others went to public high school. so it bon voyage over the next few weeks. i seen midnight cowboy about 30 or so times, i had/have the video and dvd. i relate more to the little big man.
 

lynore

24april2013

like the clash, i seemed to have worked my way into a corner, where to go next? start something i'm not real confident about writing or fill in past blogs. i have bits here and there, many in fact, but being true to the clag eartha style there's flow and relevance and a link between the lot. so begins the blog of lynore, a person of person i do not know, but once considered a myspace friend. after accepting my friendship, really enjoyed my little richard blog, that can be found here in an older blog . what i've done here is paste that whole myspace text for all the snoops, snoops ??? scorn flakes to wollongong snoops
 .....

it's not aztec, it's not native, it's not african
maybe it's all, but one things for sure and more
 it's lynore galore!!

what is that beauty in yonder mirror breaks?
is it some kind of tinnka¿

with this piece in 1592, you could have brought manhattan isle,
 with maybe n.j. thrown in as a bonus.

yes lynore of some galore, this is i your new + friend, robert. wanting
to thank thee, for thou wise choice. thank you. if you haven't noticed
i put up some comment. i always wanted a friend from new york. why
you? it must be them beady  little eyes, again i jest. in my browsing
i noticed you, you remind me, (in that particular picture) of a
minnie ripperton, joan armatrading or one of those skipping  girls,
you see on the telly. so i had a look, and wallah, you not only
look pretty, you actually do something, very impressive. only one
thing, maybe you should number your photos, so that way people
and you know what piece interests them, go girl.

your friend,
robert may 2008.


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Dear Lynore, I'm somewhat puzzled by your asking about an old newspaper.
Which old newspaper do you mean? Could it be the extree extree? I think not.
Could it be the Little Richard article? I don't know, I'm confused. If it's the Little
Richard, there is a story behind that. It goes something like this. One day,
around 1997, I had to go up town for some reason.
 Now, down here we have a roadside garbage collection, every so often. Stuff
like old pipes, bits of wood, old wares and the like. Well on this particular
day, as I walked up town, I noticed this old greek bloke (man) putting
some stuff out on the curb. As I walked pass I noticed a old 50s  record
player, me being a collector of old record players, thought I'll grab that
later, if it's still there. Not really caring if it was there or not, being a busy
street. Anyways I went up town to do my business, it took awhile, I
walked home a different way. I completely forgot about the record
player, then after awhile I remembered, I thought, I wonder if that bloody
record player is still there, there's only one way to find out, go and have
a look. So off I went up the road again, I was thinking it'll be lucky if it's still
there. Now as I got closer a young dude, a real office type, dressed in a
suit, what I call suits. He was looking at the pile, me thinking he's spotted
the player. As I got closer not knowing if it was still there or not. I could not
believe what happened next, the young suits dude picked up some old bits
of copper pipe and trotted off. To this day I am amazed by this, the
guy obviously had a descent job, there was about 75 cents in scrap, the dry
cleaning bill would have been bigger. Guess what, that's right it was still there,
so I grab the handle and carried it home, a brief description it was them old
box type you see, that open up. As I walked home I noticed it was a bit heavy
and had some other goodies in there. I went to the garage, where I keep other junk.
I opened the box, and there was all these old 50s rock 'n roll records about 30 to 40
in all. I took the records up stairs to check them out. There was Little Richard,
Eddie Cochran, Freddy Cannon and a heap of others, I fell in love with them. For
some unknown reason I became possessed by them. I wanted to know about
them. Now for some unknown reason, I went to the library to check out old newpapers
on the microfilm, I think maybe it was to see my birthdate in the personals of the local rag.
I got the lady to show me how to operate the apparatus, and I was off flying through the news.
It was a speedy machine, zooming and stopping every once and awhile to see what
page and date you were up to. I am not sure whether  my birthdate was on the same reel.
I don't know maybe I was looking for the sputnik, I don't know, but I stopped on a particular
page, now I remember, it was more my conception day what was happening around the time
I was conceived, I am a nutcase, just interested in dumb things, anyway getting back.
I stopped and there was the ad for rock 'n roll show. I went far out, I didn't
know Little Richard played in Wollongong. I didn't know much at that stage.
I'd seen Little Richard on the American Today show, where Bryant Gumble, asked him about
throwing the ring into Sydney Harbour, and that's about all. With the microfilm
machine, you can photocopy the page for 50 cents. so i copied the ad and the next
weeks ad and the next day write up, which is part of my blog on the subject.
I decided to look in the Sydney papers microfilm, to see what they said,
not a mention. That's when I noticed the atomic bomb blast picture, I thought
it's like a figure with wings, like an angel. Another view looks like a face. This
picture can be viewed on my photo's the one behind jimi hendrix, webcam infinity.
A few days forward and it's sputnik. I was amazed. I became more
interested in that time and Little Richard. I read Charles White's book about him.
All them punk years through the eighties, I knew nothing, it was amazing. We
actually had a little concert on that block of land in 1982. I suppose that'll have
to do for now. I hope that's the old newspaper you were talking about. any
questions?.

robert
may 2008

26april2013
you see this isn't about a person at all, it's about a text on a usb called lynore. when i first started going on the internet, say 2007, i joined myspace, didn't know much about it really. i used to go to the library and net cafes things, time was short, so i put things on the usb at home and drop them off . i thought i'd carried baggage around too long , things like the little richard story , peel and such. then came the friends bit, their always prompting you look here blah, i wasn't interested in friends locally or even australia , i know this place better than any of them and it's boring egos. i was interested in other places without going anywhere. you know things look better in pictures, but there are magicial times that pictures can't capture. i went all round the place just looking at their prompt, the one thing that stood out at that time, was the infamous mirror pictures , hence the poem, i still think it funny.

1may2013
the time could not have been stranger for finding that record player. around 97, a bit after the peel tapes. i always believed there  would be the big movement 20 years on from the last , as well as the revival. didn't happen really , or was it windows 98, strange. i see the internet as more of a retreat, tool and a hindrance somewhat to true face to face stuff. it has it's pluses , but is not the big movement that rock 'n roll was, the generation gapper . the internet is more the fragmentaler. the bands i seen at that time, around here anyways, were strum and pedal and the same fucking racket that sends you deaf, there was the occasional treat. i seen a few bands mix and match, some got hot from playing , but couldn't hold it together, others stay together for what reason ??  you tell me.  i think what has been before is still here just the people ain't, maybe that's abundance.

4 october 1957 maralinga

i was in 2 minds on whether to add this, s'pose  it's part of it

the clash

5feb2013
it all comes back to 1980 really, and a few other factors. in town looking for something new to buy, i frustratingly went through all available new or different albums, i nearly bought comes a time, neil young, but it offered nothing new, i had enough of that stuff. arming and aring, i went through the new releases, i notice london calling, i'd seen the single on telly , it wasn't bad. still arming and aring , i notice it was only $11.95, only $4 dearer than an album, only for that reason did i make the plung , i probably wouldn't have bought it otherwise. thinking well it's got one song there with all them others , might get one or two.

8feb2013
s'pose  it's that time again, racking the brain, i often think why bother. i think this maybe interesting in a few more years or so, that's probably all that keeps this going. i was really after that, johnny rotten, neil young song, i didn't know the album or song title. i had harvest and deja vu csny. this time was early 80 or even dec 79. london calling was pretty much hot off press. on playing it , there was the punk thing but more, at that time there was defiantly not much sitting on the fence with the music, it was for or against. i was working hard , i'd put a record on when i got home , and probably crash half the time, side 1 got played a bit, that i got into it, then side 2, by the time i got to 3 and 4, i had made a tape of the songs i liked and just played that.

11feb2013
after playing london calling a bit, it made all that laid back stuff, yesterday. the trendies bypassed it , i think with some mod and ska thing and plenty of other, they didn't need a punk album. or some other excuse. being a double album, as with the white album, there's plenty of stuff and gems get over looked. after about 10 or so years i finally got, i'm not down, funny that. it's one of them tracks that just didn't make the tape and being hidden away on side 4, same with the cover. couldn't tell if that was paul or mick. didn't realise the cover was the same as the first elvis album. wasn't really an elvis fan then, that was my aunties generation. i think his main fan base was born around the mid forties. the elvis records i seen had different covers anyways. i seen a k.d. lang cd the other day using the some artwork, i thought what the fuck is that. and a lot of people think the leonard cohen song is hers, he doesn't mind anyways.... there is a point lenny.

26feb2013
it's was all a bit surreal , whatever that means, what i mean is london calling had songs you could really relate too. never mind the punk hype, there was some really good songs there, songs that where in your head at that time. i remember my grandmother saving all the boxtops from packets of tea, i always wondered why, i think they saved them and sent them away and got some cutlery set or some other prize they'd never use , or on occasions. to this day, i'm not real keen on the politics thing. i've got my views they don't change much, it's the times that do. i think the main thing is to make people think, politics is just a game, that gives me the shits. and you can't get away from it. i think old joe got lost on it, it's a game you don't win cause it never ends.

1march2013
london calling even though it's mainly english it has more of a wide appeal than the first lot.i would call songs like the card cheat , epic rather than punk. i loved that song pretty much after buying it. a bit of a cecil b. demill production there. i could go on about london calling. i'm not sure if i got the first or second albums next, i did buy clampdown b/w guns of brixton 45 . at that time there was nothing like guns of brixton, the closest would have been peter gabriels', games without frontiers, had a similar musical thing there. after about six months the london calling was starting to gain recognition , here anyway. slowly.

3march2013
like i said before, not sure if i got the 1st or 2nd next. i would have got either some time later. the first was hard to get into at first, couldn't really get the lyrics, very brit. i'd heard police & thieves somewhere before, i thought the police done it, funny. it even remind me of the motels, total control, i don't know why. the first album has some really good songs, eventually, i got the first song book, some years later. the second album had some good stuff also, the trouble here was , too much too soon . with getting london calling before the first two, then sandinista , the 2nd was overlooked somewhat, i liked tommy gun though.

6march2013
sandinista, i don't know why, most hated it. me, personally liked the album(s) , and i thought the card cheat was epic, it was the label anyways. the title didn't really do much, a word in one song, hey joe, their been doing that stuff since columbus. the title should have been all aboard or something, here's our friends they do stuff too. the single here was the call up. i actually thought what a good song for woodstock, a little too late though, i liked the clip. you know it was the 3rd song i taped on the old betacord. it was on a afternoon show called simon townsends wonder world. me, at that time not knowing much about simon,who introduced the song, and said it was about what was termed conscientious objector . he himself being a infamous one during the vietnam days. to this day i'm kicking myself that i cut the intro out, apparently all the video from that show was destroyed, it went for years.

10march2013
i could go on about what i thinks good and not on sandinista, but it don't matter. we all have regrets about getting pissed, pissed being well intoxicated not that term i call pissed off , there is a slight difference. time came to see the clash , getting pissed on the train wasn't a good thing. 50 miles to see the band they wouldn't let me in cause i was pissed, they said came back tomorrow night, that wasn't gonna happen. the cops were called blah blah blah. at that time i was pretty powerful both physical and spiritually, being pissed didn't help, i don't know why we do it, i personally loathe drunks breathing and talking shit on me. sitting in the cop car handcuffed behind my back , felt like a fucking mad man. we do push things sometimes with me alot, maybe that felt trouble with me, too fucking right. thinking in the car it's bullshit, like i always thought. i gave the punk a go back in 1980. but it proved to be bullshit. that point was the end. strings were pulled , the cops let me go, they let me in, so fucking what, it was over, anything after was token. probably the saddest thing is, all these other fuckers who came later, even now, still don't get it.  never went back no other night they played. i was an idiot, but i wasn't an idiot that came back them other nights. i knew now just the small things were better, i had heaps better times at small gigs. not to say the clash or any of them ain't good. i just don't go much on the big bollocks out things.

11march2013
not sure if i bought the radio clash single before or after that. i bought know your rights single, wasn't much at that time. that's the thing with me, i think it's a bit hereditary , i'm a bit bent. not bent in a bad nasty way, like i say fuck it no more like that, and things bend and i end up forgiving or something similar, but most times their fucking dickheads anyway. probably one of my biggest battles that. i think it's the devil. should just say fuck it and move on, it's hard when your young though. they released combat rock, i didn't give two monkeys, never bought it straight up, i bought rock the casbah, and straight to hell singles for the collection. the album done pretty good here, all them old rodriguez people where playing it. i remember hearing it coming from a few houses where you heard cold fact 5 or so years earlier. blokes at work would come up and say they really like that band i'm into, i didn't know what the fuck they were on about. i'd go what band? they go the clash, one guy bought the tape combat rock. i didn't think it was that crash hot. maybe i'm missing something here. ended up buying it.

15march2013
you know these stories are already written in my head, whether letting them loose is a good thing or not. i only type when i feel like it, and thinking, can i do a paragraph in a sitting, when you start it flows you know. combat rock was an informative little package, many cameos . at that time i hadn't seen taxi driver, allen ginsberg  was part of another world mainly pencil squeezers. jane fonda? i think liked some movies, had everything and wasn't happy, or something. i think marlon brando said more with the award or without it. i might be making assumptions here, wasn't that her on the chlorine crystals ad. the album was a bit like a simpsons episode with something  new popping up with every view. during the nineties combat rock was played more by this fellow than any other clash album. should i stay... was the, i wonder of this album, maybe the riff is okay, but that's about it.

23march2013
i got, this is england  45, waiting for the film clip , to check out the band. there wasn't no film clip, no nothing voidoole . i was at paddington market , some trendy hippy shitty thing mid 80's. that's where i first seen cut the crap album, thought it was a bootleg, being a market . no it was a release, i didn't get it for a bit when i did, i thought they'd worked themselves into a corner with no direction. i thought time would change the album , but it hasn't
  
6april2013
of course the clash story doesn't end there, i swiped someones twitter page i found, i didn't follow though. using some sav clag and a bit of tech knoware, and walla...

.....the end of the chapter is the beginning