Now that I’m sitting by big glass windows, looking out from the 19th floor over northern and western Sydney, I’ve come to like rain. It darkens and lightens the air and the sky as it comes and it goes. The trees and the horizon appear and disappear and in our empty office the whole show […]
Ok, I’ll admit something now that I didn’t when I wrote about Pavement last weekend. I cried through a lot of the middle part of their reunion gig. It’s not that unusual for me, my favourite songs often make me cry. At the time I thought it was the time travel aspect of the show, […]
I experienced time travel on Thursday night. I went to see the Pavement reunion show at the Enmore Theatre and they took me right back to the 1990s. I saw them a few times in the mid-to-late 90s and was at their last-ever (to that point) concert in London in 1999. On Thursday night suddenly […]
As I was making pancakes in my Sydney kitchen last night I suddenly found myself catapulted back into my London kitchen. Not my most recent London kitchen but one from more than four years ago. The time travel came courtesy of Belle and Sebastian’s album Tigermilk. I went through a period where I played it […]
“It is the same with our past. It is a waste of effort for us to try to summon it, all the exertions of our intelligence are useless. The past is hidden outside the realm of our intelligence and beyond its reach, in some material object (in the sensation that this material object would give […]
I was in the Art Gallery of New South Wales yesterday. I spent my time mostly in their contemporary rooms and had one of those inspiring gallery experiences, the kind where you feel that the rooms have become a playground. Childlike, I roamed freely, absorbing ideas and experiences and feelings. My favourite things were their […]
Baking hot and shivering. The waves and the boats and the blue. Water against rocks, leaves scrape the ground. If I could I would blink the boats away. Me and the blue. Wanting to surrender myself to the sun. Hiding in the shade. Grandparents with pram. Doggy walks by. Senior citizen. Stately with red bandanna […]
I can reach back. It was May 25 and I was sitting on the bed writing an addendum to the piece below. It’s funny, when I see myself sitting there writing I realise that my memory has placed me in a room belonging to a different flat. One that was nearby, but that I lived […]