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The battle for Melbourne’s soul: Sporting Capital or International City of Culture?

May 8, 2012 by Leave a Comment

AFL Grand Final day 2009. A young Japanese tourist wandered down Spring Street, Melbourne, dressed in a fashionable clinging top with blue and white horizontals. She was quickly surrounded by Geelong fans, vying to have their photo taken beside her. An observer described her as “utterly, utterly perplexed”. tonyward

Vale Jimmy Little

April 5, 2012 by 6 Comments

I first heard Jimmy Little on the radio in 1963 singing Royal Telephone. I hated the song (which struck me as 3rd rate country gospel) but even then I recognised that Jimmy had a great voice. Royal Telephone wasn’t the first Jimmy Little song to be played on the radio. In NSW he had had [Read more]

Music and the footy – they go well together

April 4, 2012 by 9 Comments

  by Andrew Fithall “I love football and I love music. But I don’t like music at the football.” These were the words of the founder and self-appointed head of the Floreat Pica Society, Steve Fahey, when I had the privilege of sitting next to him at the Round 1 Collingwood Hawthorn game at the [Read more]

The Danihers

March 28, 2012 by 4 Comments

  by Rod Oaten It’s a long bow to draw the Port Fairy Folk Festival with the Essendon Football Club via the Danihers but seeing Anthony at the recent Festival, as I have for the last four or five years, sparked  up the grey matter and the writing bug. I’ve been a regular at PFFF [Read more]

Deeper Water

March 13, 2012 by 32 Comments

  by Andrew Starkie Growing up in the south-west, Labour Day weekend used to signal the end of summer.  The first icy rains and wind would sweep up from the Southern Ocean, turning the camping grounds at the Port Fairy Folk Festival into a sodden, bleak mess. This long weekend, Linda and I put the [Read more]

Tamworth 2

March 4, 2012 by 2 Comments

by Andrew Starkie   Our hostess has her head on the counter and appears to have nodded off.  Suddenly alert, she grimaces, runs her hand through her bed hair and focuses bloodshot eyes. Sorry darls… I’m a bit hungover…where was I? That’s right, here’s your key.  Towels are in your room.  Andrew Starkie

In search of a winning score

March 1, 2012 by 33 Comments

By Jeff Dowsing It’s fair to say the rocky relationship between sport and music is an obvious yet strangely elusive one.  Venture into any changeroom and protagonists will be plugged in, psyching themselves for battle.  What are they listening to?  I dare say nothing that relevant to sport.    Sure, rousing abstract tunes made for [Read more]

Bring on your wrecking ball

February 29, 2012 by 10 Comments

  by Rick Kane I received a text from my sister’s daughter’s husband or as I like to call him, Glenn. They live up in the dry dusty heat of Port Headland. This is what he said. “How’s life in the big V? Wish I was there right now. I bet Melbourne is getting that [Read more]

Comfortably Numb

February 10, 2012 by 7 Comments

  A slow boat to China creeping southward from Keelung to Manila, slicing through the inside of the South China Sea, on the outside of the typhoon season, a long time ago.   Alone, together on a traditional but unique honeymoon, cocooned within a quaint two and a half thousand tonne refrigerated rust bucket carrying [Read more]

The flat white chord

February 7, 2012 by 14 Comments

  by Vin Maskell At first I thought the voice was coming through the speakers of the large, neat café, trying to be heard above the burble of lunch orders and the boiling, bubbling and steaming of the baristas at work. Then I wondered if a busker, carried away mid-song, had strayed in to take [Read more]