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Black Crowes, Blind Melon, Carly Simon, Doobie Brothers, Eric Clapton, Green Day, Johnny Cash, Led Zeppelin, Neil Diamond, Paul Kelly, Phil Manzanera feat Sonia Bernardo, Richard Clapton, The black Keys, Uriah Heep, Van Morrison, Yes
Playlist by Algernon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGvMjgLXBi0
Girl you’ll be a woman soon – Neil Diamond
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfmkgQRmmeE
Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GoJQxAxEfU
You’re so vain – Carly Simon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnFvTrcogOg
No church in the wild – Phil Manzanera feat Sonia Bernardo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ee33FsDANk0
Over the hill and far away – Led Zeppelin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnQ8N1KacJc
Good Riddance (time of your life) – Green Day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhKAh4RJM0Q
Little Black Submarines – The Black keys
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8_5U0M9ErGA
She talks to angels – Black Crowes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVgMzKMgNxw
Listen to the music – Doobie Brothers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTdiJ9GPIsk
Girls on the avenue – Richard Clapton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fh79619xxk8
How to make gravy – Paul Kelly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmVn6b7DdpA
No Rain – Blind Melon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPCLFtxpadE
Roundabout – Yes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTpwRb8xFnk
Lady in black – Uriah Heep
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_L-0Ryhmic
Layla – Eric Clapton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vt1Pwfnh5pc
Hurt – Johnny Cash
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
The Black Crowes were great. Will have to look for more of their music.
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Nice guitar collection you have.
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I hope that’s not a pick up line
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Some great tracks, big Yes fan.
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I’ll be back for a listen. Was out yesterday arvo and missed it.
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I remember partying to this Doobie Bros’ track…and China Grove..etc..up in Darwin back in the seventies…What a time…what a party..
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I’m not giving any secrets away when I tell you that the seventies — in Darwin — were something else!!…and some of the characters there were downright dangerous!
“Potts”…
He crashed through the door in a foul but kind of satisfied mood..went to the fridge, swished the door open , plucked out a “green-can” and threw himself on the other recliner (I had swapped Santana, which he did not like for Neil Diamond ; “Hot August Night” which he did like)…He took a long draught out of he can smacked his lips a couple of times then began;
“Bloody hippies!…you wouldn’t believe what just happened to me down by Adelaide River on the way back here……You know how windey and narrow that stretch of road is there, not many places to safely overtake and all..well I came flying around a bend in the road and there, right in front of me was this Kombi van…fuckin’ all painted over with peace symbols and rainbows and fuckin’ flowers and shit and chock a block full of pot-smoking hippies!”
He took another draught to lubricate and continued..
” Fuckin’ hippies..hate ’em!..so the next straight stretch I planted the foot to overtake ( Potts, it must be mentioned at this point, ALWAYS drove these souped up V8’s..and this one had a bull bar on front )..but the bastards swerved right out in front of me to block my way..like it was some sort of joke…and they’re leaning out of the Kombi waving their “peace man” fingers and laughing and offering me a joint while they’re at it…fuckin’ hippies!…and every time I tried to over-take..the same thing ..Drrrrrrrrrrr ..the Kombi would swerve over to block me…with them all laughing..I got jack of this so I waited until we straightened upon the road and then I crept up to the rear-end of that Kombi, nudged it on contact with the bull-bar and then PLANTED MY FOOT!!…”
“The fuckin’ Ford howled and the wheels spun like fuck and I pushed that Kombi up till we were going over ninety miles per hour and they’re all screaming now!..”
“…scream you fuckers! scream..it’s not funny now is it !!??” and I started singing that John Lennon song : “Give Peace a Chance” out the window at them and they’re screaming and I waited until we got to a clear part of the road-side and I shoved them into the paddock..you shoulda’ seen it…geez it was fuckin’ funny..!!”
…and he got up, went to the fridge and got himself another beer…
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I liked the Doobie brothers in the 70’s but not Neil Diamond. But I like the one included here.
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Ah!…Potts loved the old “Hot August ‘”…He purchased a quadrophonic system to play his favourite tracks on…and we had Tiger Brennen , the Mayor of Darwin living on the next level up in the block of flats there in Darwin… Tiger Brennan.
Tiger Brennan was the mayor of Darwin back in the seventies. He was a strange character who got around dressed in colonial “pukka sahib” khaki shorts and shirt, replete with pith helmet and long socks and was always smoking a Winston Churchill style fat cigar…a punctilious buffoon and as politically bent as a drawer full of used Uri Geller spoons.
Tiger lived in a flat on the next floor above us..I don’t know when he was sober, because I can only recall him drunk..he drove this big Ford Fairlane in such a reckless fashion that he’d scatter the rubbish bins in wild collision every time he drove into the car-park of the flats, so he made a deal with Potts that he would leave the car out the front and potter would park it for him…this was a kind of trade-off for the noise of the raucous parties we held in our flat almost every opportunity..it was the seventies and this was Darwin!
I remember one night, another party…it was going great guns!…Neil Diamond pouring out of the quadraphonic system Potts had signed another rubber cheque for and the beer running freely..then there was this banging on the door..took a little while to hear it.but I threw the door open and there was Tiger..with the pith-helmet, but wearing only a pair of boxer-short undies and a pair of slippers and smoking that fat cigar…He didn’t say a word, just took the cigar out of his mouth with his left hand and with index finger and thumb of his right made “turn-it-down” motions he then shoved the cigar back into his mouth , puffed smokily a couple of times to make the point, turned on his heels and trudged back up the stairs.
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But he was never one to miss a political opportunity..was Tiger..
One balmy Darwin afternoon, just before the wet rains came in..I was sitting on the back balcony having a coupla quiet beers, watching the world slip by..I have to admit there is a lot to see from a balcony..Hal Porter was well paced on his cast-iron balcony…Geez, y’know..I wish I could have that title for a book..: “The Watcher on the Cast-iron Balcony”….f#ck that rolls off the tongue so sweetly ..another name I wish I could steal is the writer’s name of : “H. Rider Haggard”….what a name..what a bloody name…you say it slowly.. ; Haitch (pause) Rider (another longer pause) Haggard…and you almost bark that last word out aggressively!..THAT’S the name you need to become a writer!…not f#ckin’ Jaysee423…or just plain ; Joe……..shit!….that’s fate for you.
Anyway..where was I?…..
It was after cyclone Tracy and many of the flats were abandoned and ruined, but had been taken over by squatting hippies..who would congregate in a clearing, out in the back yards of the flats and would for want of a better description; Pow-wow around a camp-fire and pass the joints around…this infuriated Tiger because he had just that season driven the hippies out of their tree-houses on Darwin beach and they then retreated to squat right under his nose in these flats.
I was sitting there listening to the hippie conversation and then I could hear Potter talking to Tiger just under the balcony..I looked down and I could see Potter showing Tiger his newest acquisition, a short-barrel shotgun he had purchased to take with him every time he went further down the Stuart Highway past Berri Springs…The movie ; “Deliverence” had just done the rounds of the Darwin Cinema and it put the wind up many of the alpha males in Darwin, who believed the worst thing could happen to a red-blooded Aussie male was to get rheemed up the arse no matter what the disadvantage or situation..hence the shotgun.
“How many shots can you get off in a minute?” Tiger asked as he held his cigar.
“I can empty the magazine” Potter reassured him.
“Go on!” Tiger looked impressed.
“I’ll show you” Potter replied.and in doing so quickly filled the magazine with solid slug 12gauge shells…pumped the magazine once and fired off five shots in quick succession into an idle 44gallon drum full of water nearby. “boom,boom,boom…As the drum jumped and thumped and water sprayed everywhere, the hippies scattered like chaff in the wind in every direction, Tiger sprang to the offered opportunity and yelled after them;
“And there’s plenty more of that for you bastards if you come back too!”
I don’t know what happened to Tiger eventually..I do know he retired under some kind of cloud..but that’s all I remember….there are limits and it was the seventies!
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I’m so used to Eric Clapton’s Layla on electric. Nice change ! Thanks Algy.
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I like this version.
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