In 1977 as a ten year old I heard about the song and asked my dad if he knew it. It was the simplest, most emphatic answer I'd ever got from him. "It's a fantastic song". So I was amazed to hear just then, late night radio, a cover that more than does justice to the song. I was dead certain it was Tina Turner.
Sacrilege I know, but this cover is very possibly better than the original brilliance of Ike and Tina. But no, as I watch this I get tears in my eyes. This still holds up. 1973 is not really that long ago.
Genius can be troubled. Nobody cried too much when Ike died. But his freaked out lead break and bizarre lead riffing just astonished me. Nice to hear horns. And Tina - I only came to understand her brilliance as I grew up a bit. Beth Hart and Joe Bonamassa do justice to both of them.
The album looks set to be a cracker.
And a lyric I never knew until I heard it from Beth:
"Salt pork and molasses is all you get in jail"
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Cullen of Adelaide
A reasonably educated person trying to make sense of it all, and a little tormented as a result. Thinking aloud, mostly. These opinions rarely reflect the ideas of any of my employers.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Masterchef deserves to go under..
Big Brother made some horrendous decisions in their style and went off the air. "The Weakest Link" and "The Mole" died, eventually. And with this gender bullshit, Masterchef deserves to go under as well.

Surely we have grown past this? This is not a positive development.
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Surely we have grown past this? This is not a positive development.
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Friday, May 17, 2013
An online wine retailer buys some penetration
I love being sold to. I heard a radio spot (pr) googled the book (sem) and bought it (web distribution).
Enclosed in the pack was a special deal (sales promotion) for a dozen wines (penetration pricing policy).
Gee I'm glad that not all that marketing stuff they teach in University is crap. The art is in how to use the stuff, I suppose. So the other piece of advice is "get out of uni at the right time"
But importantly I live being sold to, well. So I'll be following the hyperlink any time now.
A joke: Theory and practice
I picked this up from Catallaxy, and it speaks a little to the decline of larrikin intellect.

The joke:
In Germany we say “in theory that is correct, but in practice it won’t work”. In France they say “in practice that is great, but in theory …”

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The joke:
In Germany we say “in theory that is correct, but in practice it won’t work”. In France they say “in practice that is great, but in theory …”

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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Guinea pig saga: Not looking forward to this one
Among all the other things. A TAFE course I'm doing with some twenty one pieces of assessment, my own 180 students putting in their third assessment at midnight. Managing casual teaching loads across three employers/contractees, there's the guinea pig story.
My daughter Mia has a pair. The pair had a stillbirth litter two months ago and today had a 2/3 stillbirth litter. But Mia got to see the third, alive, and called it "Baby B".
We made a nice indoor house for Baby B and her mum, and Mia went off to Theatrebugs. Baby B is not gonna make it. Probably dead even now. I'm picking Mia up in another 20 minutes. This will be no fun. No fun at all.
First world problems, I know. But they're real on the inside. Still, working through these things sensitively is part of the job, no? It can't all be beer and skittles.
My daughter Mia has a pair. The pair had a stillbirth litter two months ago and today had a 2/3 stillbirth litter. But Mia got to see the third, alive, and called it "Baby B".
We made a nice indoor house for Baby B and her mum, and Mia went off to Theatrebugs. Baby B is not gonna make it. Probably dead even now. I'm picking Mia up in another 20 minutes. This will be no fun. No fun at all.
First world problems, I know. But they're real on the inside. Still, working through these things sensitively is part of the job, no? It can't all be beer and skittles.
First impression "what an "a**hole"
I emailed some parents recently. The first time this person has made any contact with me was:
Please note my
email address ****** is not part of your footy training and game. Please delete the email address.
Although in the email I sent, I had apologised and said I was going to stop soon. Shit if I dealt with every problem that was going to fix itself like that my life would be quite different.
Probably just a good person having a bad day, but the impression was something else.
Probably just a good person having a bad day, but the impression was something else.
Australian Larrikin Intellect Under Threat?

I'll have some words about this at some point, but Nick Cater's book is worth a thought. He deserves his $16 from me, and to reject his thoughts without reading it is to - well - prove him right. I've stayed quiet because of many people's speed to jump to conclusions - in this case it might be that I'm a right wing patsy. I'll tread carefully. Who better to launch the book in Woy Woy, however, than H G Nelson?

I've had a few instances that indicate the Larrikin intellect such as H.G's caricature (you know he's not real, right?) is far less popular. I've seen much of the sneering from those with an Education. As Cater says "they don't just feel as if they're better off, they feel that they're better people".
I've desperately tried to avoid that, I hope. And any rudeness I've shown has been - I hope - to weak arguments. Some of the weakest I've seen have been made by highly, highly educated people. Eloquently.
UPDATE: An example I had was where Cater faced a pretty hostile Q&A panel but held his ground well enough. A tweet came through from somebody I respect (@kathoc) "a silly man with a silly book, get him off".
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