Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  FORGET IT! Apparently, I spoke inappropriately to a pub employee It was a Saturday and I’d had a few I said nothing of a sexual nature Nothing illegal Nothing abusive There was no touching or gesturing to touch I told of my recent grief at losing my late mother, my late best friend, my wife having separated from me (a year after she had had 2 brain operations) & my father had died a month earlier   I am new in town I have no friends here I live by myself I was drunk & lonely & had not talked to a living soul in days I have PTSD and acute anxiety for which I am medicated and receive therapy I am loquacious in a muzzle culture   I did not raise my voice I did not express anger   Strange town Castlemaine   I thought it was meant to be a ‘Human Rights’ supporter Evidently, People are bigoted beneath the sales pitch & I’ve worked out I far prefer ordinary country people To the trendy ex Urbanites...

  On Music Space   In music   ̶   Good   --   Real percussion &/or drums   ̶   Good   --   Bass guitar   ̶   Listen to Cool Rasta (by the Heptones) The tuning pure   Not a keyboard In sight   --   You see,   The piano   Standardized Tunings   ̶   No longer For the ear   ̶   But the scientist   It spread to The piano accordion   ̶   & folk musics Became Colonized By Western Academic Music   That’s why I like Reggae Bass From the 70s   ̶ Tuned for the Caribbean ear   --   I like dry Vocals in Country music   But I also Like the echo & Delay Of Burning Spear & Sun Studios Elvis   --   Lead guitars   ̶ The flashier & more insubstantial the better   ̶   Give me a couple...

  Question is: is that Tragedy or Comedy or something else? I remarked to my friend Len, how frustrating it is that people barely listen to the deeper work in my sound project dance parrot & yet to my novelty joke songs, people jump all over them – he replied that “it’s a weird time, so I guess we all gotta get a bit weird” – a very 60s idea – ‘let your freak flag fly’ to borrow from Hendrix & Crosby – Having said that & now committing it to the written – I wonder if people jump on the weird stuff coz they’re sorely in need of a laugh – I’ve talked about this before with my sound work – how the airwaves are being starved of Comedy like some Victorian dystopia – & when people forget to laugh at life & themselves – when they forget to laugh – or are given no reason to laugh – then they take everything more seriously – perhaps why so many people seem so angry? – Is it such a long bow to link the current dearth of Comedy Films & Programs to a WarMonger’s...

  Not the lacerating scream of Blake’s dream   Tonight when I have looked at the stars & looked at the stars & there are millions of stars Perceptible from this spot on Planet Earth Were the lights to turn off JUST ONCE!   Is that why they leave the lights always on? So that we might never be knocked out By Existence?   & so musk & his little spunk Who gives a blow? Anyway fuck him & other wasters for the satellite surveillance (But hang on!, He and his kind are trying to monopolise  The Earth’s access to viewing the stars By filling up the sky with mechanical lights The stars he gets to see as if the lights were out  But blocks out our view with his fat arse!)   But I look at the stars & there are thousands of stars perceptible from my home Even with the street lights on I’m lucky in in the Lucky Country While most do not Imagine we got out to the desert & Eternity not in a grain of...