Issue 125

..me over for the holiday weekend until I could arrange for another visit from the plumber to fix it properly. That evening I decided to pop down to the local Red Rooster as I’d absolutely nothing in the fridge. As I arrived home there were lightning flashes as the predicted change swept over Melbourne, so…

..bloke talking about an amazing band he’d seen in London. When he said they were called The Rolling Stones I was actually quite disappointed. I didn’t get the blues connotation and thought the name sounded like they were just another folk band – and you had to live through the folk boom of the early…

..grimly to myself whilst checking discreetly if I’d been observed. Nobody was smirking knowingly, so I mopped myself up as best I could, extracted the wayward saucer from the bowl and continued my meal as if nothing had happened – but in truth I’d well and truly lost the vibe. That was some months ago…

..where you might be going. A period, or even a singularity, when one realises that this is as good as it gets. When you have achieved the right balance between youthful folly and the wisdom of age – a brief moment in time – such as when Goldilocks found the best porridge, chair and bed…

..subject to the fashions of the day and it’s only the occasional performer who manages to transcend fashion. Dutch’s pithy advice to Geoff Achison to ‘play what you know’ is all you really need to know, but Dutch’s bigger-than-life personality surely played a part in his becoming the quintessential expression of Aussie blues. It’s a…