MARKO AT NO 5 CHURCH STREET BELLINGEN
THE BRIEF YAAN.
Another evening’s music in Bellingen for us. Music and good food and ‘ ambience’. That’s what its called – AMBIENCE. Takes me way back to the 70s and as Izzy said, it makes us feel like ordering cinnamon toast. I had the chickpea simmer again and a lemonade with honey and a man called Marko took the corner stage. Good Stuff. After years of “Blues” and “Jazz” and other genres, a Muso doing music I know inc Woodstock . What fine times !
I haven’t been doing well with the Blues since I sat one night in the Bilambil Blues Club and chatted with the Blues Muso, expecting him to have had as suffering a life as mine and to be poverty stricken and renting a shack. I am a musical Virgin so I have had a few shocks since I started going to “gigs” in 2007. That night with Scrubby of the Hillbilly Blues Bandits was one of the first major shocks because he wasn’t at all a homeless guitar player with noone to love. He had a home and family and day job and coached the kids’ soccer team. I was very disillusioned and haven’t really accepted the Blues since then. I kind of think you should have the Blues to sing the Blues. Apparently not !
It reminded me of the Bikie with whom I spent a night once, long ago. A Bikie should be a Bikie but this one got home and hung his colours neatly in a plastic suit cover at the opposite end of his wardrobe from the clothes he wore for his day job. That was somewhat of a shock as well.
Personally – I have never worked one day in an office. Ever.
I don’t know anything about Marko. We had the high table next to where he was playing and we liked him. That’s enough, that is. He played music which FITTED him.
As for the 2nd handset. Well. I have a 3 handset phone layout. I also have a granddaughter under 2 years of age and she once hid one handset in the sugar cannister. We found that one. While I was in Sydney, a second handset vanished and hasn’t been found. The other day another one disappeared. The blame seemed to be with the granddaughter but I suspected it was me who had ‘ misplaced ’ it. Sure enough, one week later, i.e. today, I found it at the bottom of my washing hamper. Only one more to locate. Cause for celebration, methinks.
Meanwhile: Back at No 5 Church Street :
WRAPPING UP WITH A FEW MORE PHOTO BLOGGERS CELEBRATING.
A TRULY ROUGH VID OF TONIGHT AT CHURCH ST.
JUST TO GO OUT WITH A BOOM.