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Merv is Spaced Out

02 Friday Jun 2017

Posted by Mark in Mark

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Tags

Angler, Big M, Father O'Way, fiction, Hon Shades, humour, Nurse Barbara, Sister Yvonne, Warrigal

…

Merv is Spaced Out

Story by Mark.

Sandy was sitting at the bar fiddling with his drink, Trotter’s Ale of course, what else, when Merv approached and in his usual affable way thought he would engage in some jaunty repertoire about space.

“Hey Space priest, how the devil are you? What’s it really like, you know, out there?”

Sandy

Merv loved calling Sandy a priest because he knew he hated it, a bit of ribbing I guess, well not until the next punch up anyway. Merv points to the sky and scowls his face and growls lowly as if space is really spooky. Well, to be honest and that’s copiously rare, actually space is really spooky.

“Bless you my son for asking” replies Sandy.

“I’m not your son!”

“Yes, I know but that’s how us parish priests talk, bless you my son, go the farce has ended, thanks be to Gordon, you know, that kinda shit.”

“But I’m still not your son” persists Merv.

“Look, it’s zarking metaphorical”

“What’s that mean?”

“Dunno, I’m just reading the back of this coaster.”

[Sister Yvonne here. Jesus wept Hung, don’t you know what a metaphor is? Not happy

Sister Yvonne

Hung, now I have to read this and contribute at the same time.

Hung: So what is a metaphor then, I dunno?

Sister Yvonne: It’s a noun.

Hung: Thank you Sister. I’m glad that’s cleared up.

Sister Yvonne: It’s always left to us nurses to save everything…dot dot dot and it could even become DOT DOT DOT now that I’m in charge of the keyboard, hahaha.]

“Well, now that you ask space is sort of spacey” continues Sandy “you know big and spacey.”

[Big M here. For fucks sake Hung saying space is big and spacey is akin to saying water is wet and grass is green. Do you want me to take over writing this bit?

Hung: Well, no, not really but space is big and spacey. I guess there is a lot of black and stars and shit but there is a lotta room out there.

Big M: Here’s a new concept for you Hung, think about it.]

Merv

“Yeah, I like that” says Merv “big and spacey, sounds great. When I was young I was taught that water was wet, grass was green and now space is big and spacey, wow, perfect man. I guess there would be a lot of black and stars and shit but the sounds like a lotta room out there to me.”

“Yep, big and spacey for sure.”

“Bullshit” says Angler. “More space in back of Zephyr even with shotgun and dogs”

“Crikey! Where did that Yorkshire accent come from Angler?”

Angler gets hungry

asks Nurse Barbara who had been listening to everything while reading the form guide. Now is that multi tasking or what.

“I did a bit of rehearsing before the gig but anyway I reckon it’s all Gordon’s magic” smirks Angler hardly able to believe the most outrageous lie he has ever had to tell.

“Nah, it’s rocks, gotta have rocks” pipes in Shoe.

“Hey shoe, you forgot to scramble your name to Hon Shades.”

“Oh, shit. Nah, it’s rocks, gotta have rocks” pipes in Hon Shades.

Oh, well, if they only knew the truth which is…

Baiame Redraws the Map of Mirriyuula’s Heart

The Tail of God 3

05 Friday Sep 2014

Posted by Mark in Mark

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Tags

cricket, Father O'Way, Gordon O’Donnell, humour, Pigs Arms, Sandy O'Way, Viv, Warrigal

Pic by Warrigal

Pic by Warrigal

Just a recap, my name is Gordon O’Donnell. I am scientist from another dimension and me and a couple of class mates accidentally created the universe. Our teachers have sent us here to study for our degrees and I am heading for the planet Earth in the galaxy know as the Milky Way. My task so far is to create a monetary system, teach everyone in the galaxy to speak English but more importantly teach them cricket.

“C’mon Gordon” says Viv. Viv is my SNAP (Space Normalisation Adaptation Process) Coordinator, oh, in case you forgot, space an acronyms go hand in hand. Damn. “We are heading up to the bio so I can show you where you will be living till Earth is ready for you” Viv informs.

“What’s a bio Viv?” I ask as I glance around my beautiful cabin, a book list to die for, my own cook and a bar that never runs out.

“With long distance space travel you need to live in a biosphere otherwise you will go mad or in your case, madder” laughs Viv.

“Do you think I’m mad Viv?” I question.

“No, not so far anyway Gordon but you will eventually live in Inner Cyberia at the Rectory of the Church of St. Generic Brand with Bishop Bishop, Father O’Way and Belinda the housekeeper. Most of the time this lot are found drinking at the Window Dressers Arms Pig and Whistle affectionately know as The Pigs Arms. A stoic bunch of drinkers are always there and they are going to test you out. You need to know how to respond to fit in.” says Viv.

I find I cannot speak. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined such a scenario. We jump in an elevator and after a few minutes the lift door opens and we are in the main street of some sort of village. A mixture of housing surrounds and I can see a hotel, café and a few shops. People are moving around the streets.

“C’mon Gordon, I show you your house” instructs Viv and we walk a very short distance to a beautiful bungalow style house that over looks the beach.

“Wow this is fantastic” I mutter out loud, more really thinking about my surroundings than making any intelligent comment.

“Fair dinkum Gordon, anyone that doesn’t like this is a few kangaroos short in the top paddock” says Viv. Viv reads my face in an instance. “Fair dinkum means is that right and a few kangaroos short in the top paddock means that if you didn’t like this then you must be a mad” Viv informs with that irrepressible smile.

“This bio is the beach side village with fishing harbour, point break for surf and foothills at the rear and cricket oval in the centre of town. There are about 50 droids here who will create the atmosphere so it seems as if you are having a normal existence plus a four team cricket comp. The central computer has set the weather to replicate your birth planet and is fairly similar to Earth, you know day night, summer winter.” Viv states as this is all fairly ordinary.

Me, I’m overwhelmed. This amazing house with wrap round verandas that take in all possible views. A village, here in space, fair dinkum, hey its working, maybe I can settle into Earth after all.

“Come on Gordon, lets hit the pub for a couple of frothy’s, beers, before tea, dinner” says Viv, teaching as she goes along.

We enter the pub. A magnificent low lying building with a grand bar and a dining room to one side. Several droids are sitting at tables talking about the weather and some at the bar like they are propping the place up and watching sport on the screen.

We perch on a couple of stools at the bar and are approached by the barman. “Gerard, this is Gordon” says Viv. We shake hands, a custom I’m not quite used to yet.

“What will it be Gordy, we have Trotters Ale or Trotters Ale” informs Gerard.

“Make that two” says Viv. I’ve been drinking this Trotters Ale since coming on board and I must admit I really like it now although it did take some time. “So for tea Gordon it’s Bat Shit on toast or Kanck’s gizzard sandwiches?” smiles Viv.

My jaw drops and the bar erupts in laughter, hmm, Inner Cyberians, a tricky lot.

We enjoy a few more ales and I’m feeling quite relaxed but there is something that has been puzzling me. “ Viv” I explore, treading carefully, afraid to be thought of as mad “ Look in the last episode someone spoke to me about getting on with it, I thing the name was Hung”

“ Oh, Hung” reveals Viv, full of knowledge “ Hung’s the author of this story. Look see that screen over there, and how you can see a faint image of a person typing at the keyboard, well that’s Hung”

“ Author, story, you mean I’m not real but simply a fictitious character.” I blurt confused as to what’s going on.

“ Of course you are real Gordon. Everyone that reads this story knows you created the universe and this website has over 450,000 hits so mate you are very real” asserts Viv.

“ But he spoke to me” again my anxiety rising.

“ And yeah, you can speak to him any time but it must be inside closed brackets like this []. If you don’t like something or have a suggestion on the story just type you request inside closed brackets and Hung will talk to you” says Viv. “ Here I’ll show you”

[Hey Hung, great gag about the bat shit on toast]
[Thanks Viv. Gordon may need some sedation later till he understands]
[Yeah, he’s a bit wet behind the ears but I think we can work with him, I mean he likes beer for starters]
[Hung, Gordon here, am I real?]
[As real as anything else in this universe. Don’t worry, any concerns just talk to me. My closed brackets are always open to you.]

First published: http://hungsworld.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/the-tail-of-god-3/

Hungs Wide World of Shorts

26 Tuesday Aug 2014

Posted by Mark in Mark, The Sports Bar

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Australia, cricket, Warrigal

Pic by Warrigal

“Lillie approaches from the Vulture Street End, Boycott pads up, its bowled him, Boycott’s off stump knocked out of the ground, no shot offered, can you believe that……”, the lounge room roars into action, grown men cry, dogs bark, people flood the street tossing hats in the air rejoicing, backs are slapped, beers are poured, babies are conceived, this is summer this is cricket, this is heaven, their best batsman bowled without offering a shot, life doesn’t get any better than this, ah yes, cricket where the only thing better than cricket is more cricket.

Yes cricket, the one true national game. Forget your football codes cricket is life and life is cricket. Understanding cricket is easy. Get more runs then they do, simple. Nothin’ too hard bout that. And yes the culture, the joy, the atmosphere, its quasi-religious and coming from an atheist that’s saying something.

As a kid growing up in Wollongong all my mates played cricket and for me batting, bowling or fielding I couldn’t care less, just playing the game was all I needed. Weekends were cricket in the juniors Saturday morning, Grade in the afternoon. Sunday morning surf then when the nor’easter came in cricket in the park with me mates. Mum had to come and get me for tea as the sun had set ages ago. She’d call out from the street “Mark, get home, it’s as black as, tea’s on the table, how can you see that ball anyhow?”, “But Mum, a century beckons”, I always wondered why mum called me Mark when my name’s Hung, anyway some thing’s are a mystery.

My Dad, an Englishman tolerating us colonials, would get the bus to the bottom of Bulli Pass then from the roadside would hold up a sign “SCG”,

Pic by Warrigal

someone would always pull over and give him a lift. I was too young to go along at first but then my initiation came, the SCG, the hallowed turf, the smell of the freshly cut grass, the crowd, the banter between the Poms and the Aussies, always witty, never violent or abusive and supporters of both sides could sit together and barrack for their team. Mum would pack ham and mustard sandwiches and Dad would shout an ice cream, bliss.

Then as a young man going to the test with my mates, eskies full of beer, pies and hotdogs, hot chips and seagulls. Doug Walters would stride out and the crowd would erupt, “Dougie, Dougie” we’d chant. If he got a boundary the noise was deafening, all of us would rise as one, “You bewdy”. Then tragedy, Dougie caught in the covers, “Poms can’t field, how’d they catch that “.

Then as I aged a bit more and the Hill disappeared and my brother-in-law, Brad, and I would sit in the stands. One birthday, which falls in January, somewhere between the 4th and the 6th, hint hint, we went to the SCG and watched India play, Azzarudin, mate, me and Brad wanted to make him an honorary Aussie, he was brilliant. But it was against the Poms that was best, the old dart, the mother country, those were the days.

Tutu and I moved to Adelaide in the eighties and loved it. 15 minutes to the oval, no rain, 5 days of heaven. Saw the mighty West Indies, Adam Gilchrist, V.V.S Laxman, Wasim Akram and the graceful Brian Lara. In the first few years here, Tutu would bring books to the game to read but it gets hot in summer, 40 plus, so now she drops me at the Oval and goes on a spending spree on my credit card, I mean am I a winner or what.

So for those that don’t understand cricket, don’t worry. Just pretend you like it or compromise like Tutu and read a book, enjoy the fresh air, the sun, the community, being as one with total strangers, the total boredom, applauding your opponent for good play, all of these things are cricket and oh yes check the scoreboard occasionally.

 

Hung One On Whitman

08 Thursday May 2014

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Neville Cole, Poets Corner

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'Shoe, Algy, Asty, Big M, Emmjay, Gez, Gregor, Helvi, Hung One On, Lehan Winifred Ramsay, Merv, Neville Cole, Vivienne, Voice, Warrigal

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Story by Neville Cole

I’ll admit it. I tied one on with Hung One On down the Pub last night. As I recall, it all started amicably enough. All the locals were there celebrating the 5th Anniversary. Viv’s spread was a real treat. Gregor took to the mic early on and told some raunchy jokes. Big M was singing Karaoke. I had a grand old time catching up with Algy, Shoe, Voice, Asty, Lehan, Gerard, Helvi, Warrigal and, of course Emmjay. But, much, much later, as closing time drew nigh, things got a little…well, strange. Hung grew increasingly introspective, almost wistful, as the night went on and we began to talk – as we often do when we get this way – about life, about love, and about…poetry.

“Some day, Mate,” he says to me, “I’m gonna go walkabout. I gonna drop this…” he paused for a moment to choose just the right word, than added: “façade…and start living.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” I replied, appropriately emphasizing exactly in exactly the right way as I downed my last Trotters.

“I think you do. I think you do. I know you do!” Hung said with a sudden smile. “You and I aren’t the types to be penned in by… by rules…and, and rules. We are the truth tellers. We are the rebel alliance. We are poets, man…and we should be out there poeting our guts out.”

“We are poets,” I agreed with him. “When I look at you that’s exactly what I see.” I was at this time somewhat fixed on the word exactly as you might have already guessed. But I continued nevertheless: “You, for sure, are a fucking poet, Hung. Walt Whitman’s got nothing on you, brother.”

“Walt Whitman!” Hung leapt to his feet like a sleeping dog woken by a noisy cat. “That’s it!” Hung cried climbing his stool to reach the bar.

“Hey, hey,” Merv sang out. “Closing time, Hung. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

“Hear him out, Merv,” I said quietly. “He’s on a roll.”

“Warrigal kept to himself. Quietly sketching away in the corner; but I saw a wry smile break across his face as Hung began to recite a poem in a loud, clear voice.

“Song of MY self,” Hung announced to the almost empty bar. “By Hung One On Whitman.

And what followed, I recorded exactly as it poured from his soul…’cause no one would believe it if I didn’t write it down.

 

Song of my self

 

Come breathe the musk of morning
sit silent at the desert dawn;
Listen for my breath
Here me cry the empty sky
into being
Bathe in the light
I am not lost
nor hidden in rock
I am not dead
you are not dreaming
we are Life eternal.

Throw off your shoes
Did toes in solid earth
Draw kindred souls into your veins
There is not end in sight
no apocalypse is nigh
there is not one of us will die
we all are Life eternal
we are the one supernal
I take you in as you do I
Give yourself to the forests and the seas
We are all what feeds the other
There is no turning back
This is a never ending track that leads back to an open door
no floor
no ceiling to block the light
you are in my sight
no need to fear the night
Feel my warmth on you skin
Let me in
Turn your face to me
Give me a smile for today
You are Life eternal.

Look to the sky
Not a cloud to block the blue
This is my gift to you
This blue sky
that greenish-yellow leaf
the purple pinkness of the flowers
the richness and ceaseless variety
you are wrapped in a multitude of color
all for you this glorious display
I paint the world this way
To make each day your canvas
Take it in
Hold it with you to look upon
During the hours of grey and black
Remember my gift
Seek it out
The new day is just beyond the horizon
It will not be slowed or stopped
It will not hold back from you
Even if you doubt or despair
Even if you curse and cry
Even if you lose your way
Even if you forget
A new day is coming
Every moment
a hundred million every second
all across the Earth
a billion others like you and I
feeling with us
We are Life eternal.

Hung stopped for a moment, then a moment more, then paused, then graceful as a dancer, he bowed deeply and humbly. Emmjay and I cheered. Even Warrigal rose to his feet in applause.

I don’t remember much that happened after that. It’s a bit of a blur. I remember watching the sun come up a few hours later and replaying Hung’s poem in my head; but that’s about it. Still, it was a top notch 5th Birthday bash and I can’t wait till next year’s party.

 

Warrigal is Grass Too

04 Monday Jun 2012

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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blogs, dingo, grass, Warrigal

Last night ABC 2 broadcast a wonderful documentary on the evolution of life on Earth, developed on the old aphorism of “all that lives is grass”.

The first notable thing about the doco was that it was narrated (or if you prefer) presented by a (now mandatory) Scot whose name eludes me.  The narrative line was brilliant and the use of computer animation was superb.  Yes, we did see the occasional dinosaur that moved like it had Parkinson’s disease, but by and large it was spectacular and represented rather arcane and complex (but crucial) scientific descriptions of processes like photosynthesis with stunning clarity for lay people and science-trained alike.

I was particularly impressed by the illustration of how photons split water into hydrogen (to be made into simple carbohydrate sugars) and oxygen (for we animalia to breathe) – and how the chloroplasts in plant cells migrate towards flashes of light – extending the notion that chloroplasts inside plant cells behave like free-floating algae.  Join your own dots, creationists !

Which brings me to our dear friend Warrigal.

I “met” Warrigal over at the ABC when “the Drum” was called “Unleashed”.  He was a vigorous participant – and may still be – although I think it highly unlikely.  I remember that he forgave me for calling him “Waz” – possibly on the grounds that I meant no harm and that I do tend to shorten nicknames (Gez, for example).  Waz went on to answer in careful detail my question about how could we tell whether the changing temperature of the Earth (whether it was impacted by man-induced effects like burning fossil fuels or not) was not merely the onset or end of an ice age – the likes of which have occurred throughout long periods in the Earth’s history before the rise of industrial man.

If I recall correctly, since it was some few years ago now, Warrigal has detailed knowledge of the critical differences in the rates of change and sound evidence that placed a great weight on the likelihood of anthropogenic climate change.

Moreover, I was struck by the clarity of his prose, his encyclopaedic knowledge and his generosity in taking the trouble to respond in the first place amidst a plethora of redneck rage and just plain bone-headedness of the many commenters that my piece equating climate change denialists with creationists, flushed out.  Ah, those were the days when the articles were open for long enough to let hundreds of comments pass through.  Moderating nightmare, I reckon.  But I digress – which essentially sums up all my pieces – I digress.

I am deeply grateful for all the brilliant contributions Waz has made to the Pig’s Arms.

I love the way he has of seeing the world of Molong on four legs from about 18 inches or so from the ground.  I love his mysterious lives – his appreciation and passion for indigenous art and his eclectic tastes in music.  And I love his humour, wit and skill with Photoshop.  “Digital Mischief” indeed – and Waz’s collaborations with Hung One On are legendary in my book.

In recent time’s we’ve seen less of our Waz and I know that we are aware of his battle with the big C – if not some of the other travails he and I have shared privately across the interweb tubes.  And it is true that while I have met many of our Pig’s Arms patrons, friends, contributors, ratbags, artists, poets, writers, foodies, musos, historians, car nuts, trainspotters and casual observers of the human condition, I have never met Waz face to face.  Or rather if I HAVE met Waz, I was completely (if not exactly blissfully) unaware.

Nor do I remember sniffing his bottom when I was playing in the park or hanging at the back of some random pack in the Inner West.  Which, I suppose is just as well.  I mean, there are limits to a friendship, are there not ?

Anyway, there come times in the lives of men, women, and indeed canine spirits when it is right to take an extended walkabout and explore further afield.  Recently Warrigal wrote to me with a long discussion about changing priorities and the downside of blogging and I know from close hand experience that there are touchpoints in a person’s life that change us profoundly and cause us to evaluate our fundamental positions and even revisit things that we usually hold so constant that we take them for granted.   I know that a lot of extremely challenging and difficult events have prompted Waz to take a critical look at blogging as an activity and make some changes.

He was saying in effect that he was going to be absent from the pub and that while it has been a good idea and we’ve had some terrific times, the recent shitfighting and personal attacks amongst patrons is not conducive to sticking around and is a signal that it is time for change.  I know that Waz and others have misgivings about my (over)reaction to Hung’s troubles and I can’t blame anyone for feeling uncomfortable about that

Waz’s position reminded me of a well-worn aphorism from my profession (if it’s not puffery to think of consulting as a profession).  It’s called the Law of Dill Pickles and it goes like this: “The cucumber becomes more like the brine, than the brine becomes like the cucumber”.  Put another way, like Woody Allen’s Zelig, we soon become alarmingly like the company we keep and the environment in which we spend our days.

To my mind this is a two way street.  We also contribute to – and – absorb the goodness as well as the less wonderful things.  But we are all free, as friends always are – to come and go.  To be kind to each other.  To be selfish and unkind as we may from time to time be – sometimes without intent – to be misunderstood and to misunderstand.  Is human.  And so is forgiveness.

In recent times I have been pressed and unable to make the kind of contribution to the Pig’s Arms that I made in the first couple of years.  Work is a real problem at present – finding it and making a quid are very high priorities for FM and I – otherwise we cannot afford to keep the roof over our heads.  There is also the possibility of ~ and the need to beat burn-out.  I have been consulting (which is really a series of shortish well-paid jobs interspersed with no pay at all) for over 23 years now.  If you can imagine what it’s like going for three to six job interviews per year – every effing year – with all the preparation, anxiety and disappointment for those that do not pan out – regardless of how well you could have done, you can see why it becomes hard to write funny pieces all the time and moderate hundreds of comments on a blog.

And it’s hard to keep the black dog at bay.  Thank goodness for FM.  I for one have been rather short-tempered and cursory in my visits to the pub of late, and for this I apologise without reservation.

But I value our community, warts and all, and I treasure the hundreds (more than a thousand) of contributions made with no thought of personal gain.

I miss the wonderful works of Neville Cole and Atomou for example and I will very much miss Warrigal Mirriyuula.  I wish you all the best, dear friends.

I am very pleased that Waz’s departure has been delayed a little with his participation in Hung’s rehabilitation – re-creating new digital mischief for the O’Way Empire.

May the force be with you; may the grass be green here too.

“May you grow sweet and lush and may you not be cut or trampled for we are all grass.”[1]

Kind regards,

Emm


[1] Silage Marner.   No, he didn’t really say this, I was just making a fodder joke.

Jangle, Angle, Ang

28 Friday Oct 2011

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

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Billy Bragg, Dave Edmunds, James Griffin & The Subterraneans, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, Led Zeppelin, music, Nick Lowe, Rod Stewart, The Doors, The Easybeats, The Faces, The Kinks, The Move, The Police, The Rolling Stones, The Small Faces, The Who, Van Morrison, Warrigal, youtube

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Jangle, Angle, Ang by Warrigal Mirriyuula.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7pA1Tk7FED0

Van Morrison, Here Comes The Night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=–HaFAtC17U

The Faces, Ooh Lah Lah

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F01aLeErvoU

Rod Stewart, Maggie May

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CivvdtlZ4ok&feature=fvwrel

The Move, Blackberry Way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJzcF0v1eOE

The Small Faces, Itchycoo Park

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSowZcvoqr4

The Easybeats, Friday On My Mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMWNwHof0kc

The Kinks, All Day And All Of The Night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVXmMMSo47s&feature=related

The Kinks, Lola

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzcWwmwChVE

The Rolling Stones, Time Is On My Side

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPk3-GmPRnY

The Doors, Roadhouse Blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=594WLzzb3JI

The Who, My Generation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2Qad-gaHMg

The Police, Roxanne

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bkjv9SscotY

Led Zeppelin, Since I Been Lovin’ You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAXy8gyMFI0&feature=related

Dave Edmunds, Girls Talk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0l3QWUXVho

Nick Lowe, Cruel To Be Kind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kn1CXbf2xF8

Nick Lowe, I Knew The Bride

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcrEqIpi6sg

Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGMHSbcd_qI

Joan Baez, Diamonds And Rust

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjUA3RU4B8E

Billy Bragg, Between The Wars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qAggcERAxU

James Griffin & The Subterraneans, The Angel Run

 

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Gamble and Huff

21 Friday Oct 2011

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

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Billy Paul, Dee Dee Warwick, Dusty Springfield, Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes, Jerry Butler, Joe Simon, Lou Rawls, Luther Vandross, Max Merritt & The Meteors, MFSB, music, Philadelphia Al, Teddy Pendergrass, The Communards, The Intruders, The Jacksons, The O’Jays, The Stylistics, The Three Degrees, Third World, Warrigal, Wilson Pickett, youtube

Gamble & Huff

Gamble & Huff by Warrigal Mirriyuula

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxoFKu4Ok_Q&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PLF3B09D1372EFAC20

WATCH THIS FIRST

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1T6A1fFq-Y

Philadelphia All Stars, Let’s Clean Up The Ghetto

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ2n87_DxfI

Lou Rawls, You’ll Never Find

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPkd9ZQOtbI

Jerry Butler, Only The Strong Survive

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWs2y9DcE3I

Dusty, Brand New Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgGLcTeCBi8&feature=related

Max Merritt & The Meteors, Western Union Man

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ao8Ttbzqdns&feature=fvwrel

The Stylistics, You Are Everything

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLN4K2c6Eqo&playnext=1&list=PL630FDC8BB4A279D5

The Intruders, Together

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFIOYizNBhc&playnext=1&list=PL630FDC8BB4A279D5

Billy Paul, Me & Mrs Jones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy-AX5QItPE

Dee Dee Warwick, I’m Gonna Make You Love Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxOZ6gifTjA

Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes, If You Don’t Know Me By Now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifAtvI48R_0

The Communards. Don’t Leave Me This Way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8VLlVU7En4

Third World, Now That We’ve Found Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6fVDAjs9f0

The Three Degrees, When Will I See You Again

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbkFCnhqQPo

The O’Jays, Lovin’ You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvkMWGtvoRA

The Jacksons, Enjoy Yourself

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a487EX3hpQ

Joe Simon, Power Of Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3nPLfG9gZY

MFSB. TSOP (The Sound OF Philedelphia)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MJNEEptHrM&feature=related

Luther Vandross, Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDUYmo_FrRU&feature=related

The Stylistics, I Can’t Give You Anything (But My Love)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9w6p4gYHd-E

The O’Jays, Love Train

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQQlvYulXo

Teddy Pendergrass, Close The Door

Keywords: Philadelphia Al, Lou Rawls, Jerry Butler,  Dusty Springfield, Max Merritt & The Meteors, The Stylistics, The Intruders, Billy Paul, Dee Dee Warwick, Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes, The Communards, Third World, The Three Degrees, The O’Jays, The Jacksons, Joe Simon, MFSB, Luther Vandross, The Stylistics, Teddy Pendergrass, Wilson Pickett

By The Numbers

13 Thursday Oct 2011

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

≈ 38 Comments

Tags

B.B. King, Bob Dylan, Connie Francis, Crowded House, Dave Brubeck Quartet, David Bowie, Elvis Costello, Eric Clapton, Frank Zappa, Herb Ellis, Janis Ian, Kim Weston, Marvin Gaye, music, Oscar Peterson, Redgum, Rufus Wainwright, Split Enz, Tennessee Ernie Ford, The Beatles, The Eagles, The Temptations, The Tremeloes, Warrigal, youtube

Seeing Factually - Warrigal Mirriyuula

By The Numbers – Warrigal Mirriyuula

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CZL3G43FOM

The Tremeloes, Call Me Number One

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=URU-gWAOlDM

Marvin Gaye & Kim Weston, It Takes Two

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clz-X6NCkpo

Connie Francis, Three Coins In The Fountain

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clz-X6NCkpo

Crowded House, Four Seasons In One day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmDDOFXSgAs

Dave Brubeck Quartet, Take Five

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar7DgREshAk

Split Enz, Six Months In A Leaky Boat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-q7Mih69KE

The Eagles, Seven Bridges Road

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtuybFrq7Rw

The Beatles, 8 Days A Week

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkBSZUzds2c

The Temptations, Cloud Nine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sk1IK0VmzpA

Eric Clapton & B.B. King, Ten Long Years

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2bWjJDSGZE

Oscar Peterson & Herb Ellis, Seven Come Eleven

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIM03siHuaM

Bob Dylan, Rainy Day Women #12 & #35

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8sw080tjEg

Elvis Costello, 13 Steps Lead Down

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jbie_ER_tjE&ob=av2e

Rufus Wainwright, 14th Street.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTjsOzeIpc0

David Bowie, TVC 15

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUpTJg2EBpw

Tennessee Ernie Ford, 16 Tons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_X0a8bOifU

Janis Ian, At 17 (Still one of those songs I stop and listen to wherever or whenever I hear it.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIv1-4RWAew

Bobby Darin, 18 Yellow Roses

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urtiyp-G6jY

Redgum, I Was Only 19

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzJeqih30zI

Frank Zappa, 20 Small Cigars

Keywords : Frank Zappa, Redgum, Janis Ian, Tennessee Ernie Ford, David Bowie, Rufus Wainwright, Elvis Costello, Bob Dylan, Oscar Peterson, Herb Ellis, Eric Clapton, B.B. King, The Temptations, The Beatles, The Eagles,  Split Enz, Dave Brubeck Quartet, Crowded House,  Connie Francis, Marvin Gaye, Kim Weston, The Tremeloes, youtube, Warrigal, music.

 

Only the Lonely

30 Friday Sep 2011

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

≈ 38 Comments

Tags

Bobby Vee, Bobby Vinton, Don Gibson, elvis presley, Gene Pitney, jackie wilson, lonely teardrops, Mark Dinning, music, Paul Anka, sea of heartbreak, The Drifters, The Platters, The Tremeloes, Warrigal, youtube

Only The Lonely by Warrigal Mirriyuula

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2whGEvy13Ag

Roy Orbison, Only The Lonely

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LunT2kP3JL4

Bobby Vee : Take Good Care Of My Baby

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4bo4ByFhLM

DON GIBSON: Sea Of Heartbreak

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icfq_foa5Mo

Bobby Vinton, Blue Velvet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7MLNRFpiYg

Bobby Vinton, Mr. Lonely

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Tc6GBb2w3M

Gene Pitney, True Love Never Runs Smooth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1oJuwkXr0E

The Platters, The Great Pretender

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYTTWeQDHKY

Paul Anka, Lonely Boy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vubJL1BbBn8

Guy Mitchell, Singin’ The Blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFgQ0cIZiDw

Bobby Helms, You Are My Special Angel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-XQ26KePUQ

The Drifters, Save The Last Dance For Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n03g8nsaBro

The Tremeloes, Silence Is Golden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsEodyuEikw

Mark Dinning, Teen Angel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRM8OWA_DNM

Mark Dinning, Jesamine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fOMgDs96rVU

Dee Clark, Raindrops

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHSKSynZM9w

The Rockin’ Berries, He’s In Town

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5Paf4W_Dog

The Lettermen, Sealed With A Kiss

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pr61Y-vFqhE

Jackie Wilson, Lonely Teardrops

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PotB76gi2_4

Elvis Aron Presley, Heartbreak Hotel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en4nGpwa0pc

Kitty Wells, The Lonely Side Of Town

Keywords: Kitty Wells, Elvis Presley, The Letterman, The Rockin Berries, Dee Clark, Bobby Vinton, Lonely Teardrops, Jackie Wilson, music, Sea of Heartbreak, Warrigal, youtube, Mark Dinning, The Tremeloes, The Drifters, Paul Anker, The Platters, Gene Pitney, Don Gibson, Bobby Vee

Cole Porter

23 Friday Sep 2011

Posted by Mark in Bands at the Pig's Arms, Warrigal Mirriyuula

≈ 38 Comments

Tags

blossom dearie, Charlie Parker, Cole Porter, dinah washington, Kate Capshaw, music, sinead o connor, Warrigal, youtube

Cole Porter

 

Cole Porter by Warrigal Mirriyuula

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeWqQ4i8dRk

Robbie Williams, D’Lovely

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJwNIDCAsfc

Diana Krall, I’ve Got You Under My Skin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Zxbkv4XKTM

Steve Lawrence, In The Still Of The Night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXYKGL6MgKM

Ella Fitzgerald, Lets Do It, (Lets Fall In Love)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7UwoPT_Xd4

Cary Grant & Ginny Sims, You’re The Top

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUllYrpEAk8

Blossom Dearie, Just On Of Those Things

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6BS4TrfFOI

Jo Stafford, Begin The Beguine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wT-ARHa3Yr8

Julie London, My Heart Belongs To Daddy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kRqx2to5Dc

Nancy Wilson, You’s Be So Nice To Come Home To

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i31KAYUWRSc

Rachel York, So In Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qt1FmSU3CY

Dinah Washington, I Concentrate On You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bejmPkV_GLg

Sinead O’Connor, You Do Something To Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IDgtH-rN6s&feature=fvst

Simply Red, Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrCn6G7cp5I

Kate Capshaw, Anything Goes (And apparently anything did go on the shoot of Indiana Jones. It was shortly after this that Spielberg dumped Amy Irving and married Ms Capshaw.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDKjZ9sWPCA

Paula Capovilla, All Of You (The spoken section is just for H)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSnEkQI9h6k

Manhattan Transfer, Love For Sale

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xn57XkDiNXg

Stacey Kent, Too Darn Hot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjouVLwyzC4

Charlie Parker, What Is This Thing Called Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzxqrEmoUWk

Gary Shearston, I Get A Kick Out Of You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gytmVi-Wh5w&feature=fvst

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