Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

I’m not quite sure what this emoji means. I was asked by Facebook if I would like to respond with this instead of the usual Like function to a request as to whether I would like to go for a bush walk with my wife. It looks like some gross Trumpian Murdochian racist shite. Horrible. Does everyone get this as an option or only white men? Thanks Facebook. Social media has become are really ugly place, eh?

Music- and sound-collage play in that bend in the river where public access and private property intersect. Its aim is at once the animal pleasure of cool water on a hot day in the company of friends and always those one or two new invitees/crashers AND the conversations that link the percussionivities of joy and tantrum. I will admit that oftentimes these conversations are heavy and BIG, but so often are the best and deepest chats had whilst two or more are walking or running or bathing or working at some simple task, like the task a drummer or horn player undertakes in the oneness of joy engaged in entertaining and educating the people gathered. Perhaps that lesson is community or self-acceptance/-challenge, perhaps it relates to Nature or the otherworld. In most play there is some work just as there ought to be some play in most work. Ludwig van Collage inhabits such waters – legitimating illegitimacy and illegitimating legitimacy plus the other stuff… The work was conceived an

Knoxfield, Vic, Australia                                                                                 Saturday, 2 nd Feb 2019 There are no non-Murdoch owned dailies in the newsagent. The Age “wasn’t delivered for the second Saturday in two weeks” – evidence of the new owner’s – the Nine Network, downsizing, and solely financially-interested acquisition. And so, rightly, I conclude, the descent of Oz into Third World status. 30 years ago, we had free universities for all and a vibrant print media. Now 20 years after the internet’s adoption, what...? In the suburbs...? The place where the voters live...? Where a house will cost you a million dollars...? In supposedly, the most progressive state of the nation…? – God help us! And so it is here I find myself with nothing to read and respond to – no dialogue; And a writer in a Third World Country, or the New Dark Ages, if you prefer, can ONLY respond to what he or she sees, hears, feels, experiences