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Had the privilege last year of seeing and hearing Raghu Dixit and his band at the Sydney Opera House – this one raised the roof ! Massive local audience participation and a joyful set !
…. and hear here – some Indian Celtic Bluegrass
26 Friday Oct 2018
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Had the privilege last year of seeing and hearing Raghu Dixit and his band at the Sydney Opera House – this one raised the roof ! Massive local audience participation and a joyful set !
…. and hear here – some Indian Celtic Bluegrass
25 Thursday Oct 2018
I was going to ask whether you can dig this – but hey – WAAAAY TOO CHEESY ! The great Justin Johnson
OK, pedants – I realise these are spades, but what the heck, they’re a lot easier to play than a fork or a rake 🙂
Pig’s Arms patrons can secure one of these for the musical gardener in your life for a snip – US$400 plus postage A$1,790. Try not to get it dirty and definitely don’t leave it out in the rain – especially plugged in !
23 Tuesday Oct 2018
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Rant by Emmjay
Dear patrons of the Pig’s Arms, no surprises that the rich cats of Wentworth gave the Liberal counts the hiding they deserve, but I want to remind everyone that this is early days for the fight for decency.
The good doctor Kerryn Phelps has a very spotty track record as far as things the traditional left might hold dear – she had a flirtation with preferencing the Liberals until somebody pointed out the wackiness of that idea and she dropped them to number ten on her how to vote card. Not low enough, I say.
Helen Razer (possibly the last living Marxist ‘journalist’) on New Matilda wrote a piece titled Pig Shit in reference to Kerryn’s win and highlighted some of Dr Kerryn’s previous achievements. Now, I’m no big fan of Ms Razer, but I reckon she’s more than adequately reminded us that replacing a deposed PM by someone who’s not a Liberal, but a quasi Liberal sympathiser is a very small step for mankind.
Helen Razer gives Kerryn the Big Finger !
It remains to be seen what Dr Phelps can actually achieve before (one hopes) the greatest Libnat thrashing since Federation.
But to finish on a more positive note, how hilarious is it that the Libnats response is to blame the guy they threw down the stairs for not supporting whatever or whoever the Liberal Candidate was ! I mean how stupid are these muppets ? As hopeless as the Libnats made Malcolm Turnbull (admittedly with a lot of participation on his own behalf), he was a million miles in front of Scott Happy Clapper – boat stopper extraordinaire.
And I sincerely hope that Jane Caro runs – and defeats Tony Abbothole in Warringah – I mean 30% of the Liberal party members did not vote for Tony in preselection – but the pissweak bastards stood nobody against him. Let’s hope that other bastion of Liberal voters , like Wentworth rich cats grows some moral spine and ditches the greatest self-interested fascist wrecker since Federation.
end of rant
02 Tuesday Oct 2018
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Warning: This article contains strong language and a really long sentence that may challenge readers with short atten….. sorry, where was I again ?

Story – as told to Emmjay by his alter ego…. Walter Wall
In late breaking news, it has been revealed that the long-time stalwart and sometime publican of the Pig’s Arms has produced his greatest grand final triumph this last weekend.
The Pig’s Arms team doctor (Dr Fockter of the St Generic’s Brand Practice) revealed in a pressed conference this morning that Mervyn Purvis pulled beers the entire weekend (the season’s busiest piss-up) with a badly fractured reputation scrapula.
It was originally thought that Merv had been shoulder charged by one of the bankers named in the Royal Commission into Banking and Paedo Activity, however in a front page retraction by the Austrian News broadshit, the paper stated that the injury had been sustained when Merv was attempting to change a keg ….. while Manne was being sin-binned for going into touch on purpose. He was apparently going in to touch Granny who was taking a quick nap in the cellar – as is her usual habit. As opposed to Father O’Way’s usual habit – which is of course, hoarse racing. That is, running with a sore throat.
Merv said that he tripped over Manne and Granny in the dimly lit cellar, took flight and busted his shoulder on a keg tap.
Undeterred (as opposed to “under turd”, which is best used to refer to Scott Morrison’s thongs), Merv pressed on and managed to maintain an uninterruptured cruciate ligament flow of crisp foamy Trotter’s Ale for the duration of all the weekend’s grand finals.
Hung One On was quoted as saying “Don’t quote me, but…”. In which case, Big M undertook not to quote him. HOO then said that provided Big M was as good as his word (supercalifragilisticexpialidocious), he (Hung) could (parenthetically speaking) reveal that Merv was one huge mountain of a Manne and had shown bravery above and beyond the call of the beer taps.
Big M was palpably relieved by the fact that HOO had produced nothing quotable at this time. But he was not nearly as palpably relieved as the time Dr Fokter relieved his palps with a round of ring-banding.
When arsed what his view of Merv’s grand final weekend performance, Emmjay might have replied “He gave his all for the Pub Team”. But he really said “I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention – I reckon footy is a fuckin’ waste of time – except that it clears the streets of boof heads for a few hours for half the year – unlike cricket – which clears the streets of flannelled fools for days on end”.
Then he ordered another glass canoe of Trotter’s. Merv winced.
19 Sunday Aug 2018
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We’re up in Brisvegas this weekend and the paper this morning had a headline shouting that Dutton was making a play for the Prime Minister’s job. What a C-bomb !
On Monday I’m going to find out who to join up with to campaign against the steaming pile of shitty pond scum.
In the meantime, we can draw strength from Stewart Lee’s take on Trump.
Love and peace to all our Pig’s Arms contributors and friends.
Emmjay
11 Saturday Aug 2018
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Ry Cooder has been a favourite guitarist of mine for many years – since I was a teenager, actually. He rarely comes to Australia – the last time he did, I was in Paris. Damn,
But he can play just about anything with strings. and he likes to do exotic collaborations like this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=g0iaTsSHuWY –
and there are other older ones with Mohan Bhatt – A Meeting by the River with the fabulous Ganges Delta Blues
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKE3gDpgd2c
and Gabby Pahinui – sadly now deceased Hawaiian slack key guitar master.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3Th-0LdjWQ
And Flaco Jiminez Mariachi Band (a really old clip)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUpZwW4C_NY
And the Amazing Delta Bluesman Taj Mahal ( I’ve heard him twice down in the old Basement)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEw0Lt8xgcA
And the Rolling Stones from the cult movie “Performance” (in the 1960s for Pete’s sake) – Ry wrote the song and played slide here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP0zsWupANs
That’ll be enough for now 🙂
Take your time and enjoy a guitar virtuoso.
Emmjay
07 Tuesday Aug 2018
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Ramble by Emmjay
I stole this line from the Australian poet Mark O’Connor. He was referring to mirages in the arid outback landscape in his 2009 collection “Pilbara” (John Leonard Press).
But I think it now has a far wider application.
The other day LinkedIn reported that Apple had set up its own employee health clinics.
Now, we all know how insanely expensive health care is in the United states and I for one puzzle over why the main beneficiaries of this prohibitively expensive healthcare should vote for Trump and be OK about the attempted assassination of Obamacare.
The curious thing was the unbridled praise for Apple (the world’s first US$Trillian company). I guess, on the surface it sounds like corporate munificence, but I wonder how many of those who praised dear old Apple had stopped to consider the wisdom of handing over one’s health information to corporatized hackerdom.
We see here in Australia the growing opposition to what was originally touted as a great idea – a centralised MYHealth Record – that could be accessed by just about anyone with a pulse – as well as a rampaging pack of health industry blood sucking corporations. Any reason why would we not be concerned – with all the famous governmental IT fuck ups from something as simple as running a census, to plundering Centrelink recipients’ payments. Did I mention the crash of the ATO’s DIY online fuck up ? This is a classic. The one department with unlimited funds manages to stuff up people’s access to actually provide those funds by paying their taxes on time. Sorry Commissioner, I tried to pay my tax but your dog ate my homework.
Needless to labour the point. I give you WikiLeaks. If the Pentagon can’t maintain security, best of luck punting on the Australian Department of Health. There’s no security. LinkedIn was hacked. So was Facebook – oh no. They GAVE access to those pommie bastards caught red handed who have wisely filed for bankruptcy and disappeared into the sand.
It’s no wonder that doctors are coming out of the woodwork and saying they they personally won’t be participating in MYHealth by supplying their own health details into some unsupervised cesspit open to every corporation who would want to flog us pharmaceutical and other megabuck treatments – rather than help staunch this river of cash.
So, imagine you work for Apple and one or two of life’s vicissitudes befalls you. Imagine your mental health isn’t in great shape after the death of a loved one, or a diagnosis of a terminal illness. Would you be comfortable that the patient-doctor bond of privacy would be respected ? Let’s remember what Apple actually does – they are specialists at hacking. And of course, your doctor also works for Apple and he or she doesn’t want to risk a fat pay check by holding back information that your productivity just now might be a bit crap.
So – best of luck Apple employees.
Sorry, I’ve got to rush off and close my Facebook and Twitter accounts.
04 Wednesday Jul 2018
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Emmjay spends two nights in Manhattan – Gepps Cross Blair Athol.

26 Tuesday Jun 2018
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Borrowed with thanks from the Guardian 25 June 2018

Dear Friends of the Pig’s Arms,
Sad news indeed, one of our greatest performance poets, Ms Candy Royalle passed away this week, having lost her battle with ovarian cancer.
I watched her award-winning performance – I am my Grandfather’s Memories. and I encourage you to see her unparalleled passion, cadence and deeply thought provoking work.
26 Tuesday Jun 2018
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Careful where we park, said the Black Headed Ibis