We can’t take everything with us when we move. So tonight saw the beginning of what is going to be a long, laborious process. The chucking out of STUFF.
Storage space no. 1 was attacked tonight, being one door of one sideboard. Removed from said cupboard was a whole bunch of vinyl, c1980-1990, including imports that have not seen the light of day for at least 15 years nor shall ever see the inside of a dumpster. Hours spent rifling through the racks of Impact Records in Canberra. Cry of “What is that?” from 9 year old, upon seeing an actual record. Discovery of an album by Neil from The Young Ones and a soundtrack from The Goodies. Where did all this Neil Diamond come from? Put them back in cupboard. Step 1: failed.
Next, CDs – an odd collection spearheaded by at least 5 different bands formed by friends and acquaintances over the years. Some of whom I barely recall. Some of them are awesome. At least two were bought at late night gigs I do not remember well. Obviously then, none of these can be binned. Others, somewhat scratched, plastic casings cracked, but great cover art – must stay. Early Daft Punk, should be framed. Step 2: failed.
On to sheet music. I am by no means a musician. I dabbled, briefly and badly as a teenager, but I can read music (thanks Mum). Hubby can play a mean guitar and sing like a … well, I don’t know how you would describe it, but he can sing. Do we need all this sheet music? You can download guitar tabs and lyrics for free, that’s all we need. But it cost so much to buy, way back when. Maybe the kids will use it one day. Surely they’ll want to use 101 Hits for Buskers. Step 3: failed.
What’s left? Guitar leads, mike leads, instructions for the once-used very expensive mixing desk, part of an amp, box of unopened Pink Floyd plectrums, ACDC guitar strap, half a guitar stand, a guitar pedal and a mike. Step 4: failed for fear of own life.
Things are not going well. I’m going back to my knitting (I’m not very good at that either).
OK so it’s been out a couple of years now and I have read it twice, but I think there’s a great read some of you might be missing out on. It’s the wonderful novel Freycinet by my author pal Melanie Calvert.
Melanie is one of what I call the ‘clever people’. The ‘clever people’ are people I know who are doing marvellous things that they are passionate about and for Mel that’s writing.
Mel’s own description, that Freycinet is “Picnic at Hanging Rock meets Twin Peaks” instantly had me hook, line and sinker.
Mel’s words fill the page with luscious descriptions of the incredible Tasmanian landscape. You can almost here the breeze and smell the bush. I had strong feelings for her main characters within a few pages of their introductions and she draws you in before you even realise. As for the plot, well… you’ll just have to read it but hang on for a rich, eerie and murderous ride.
Check out Freycinet and Melanie. They say everyone has a novel in them, I think Mel has more than one and I can’t wait to see what she does next.
Don’t trust me? This is what others have had to say.
BREAKING NEWS: 24 May 2014 – Author Melanie Calvert is off to talk to a prominent Aussie director about the possibilities of turning this magical and mysterious novel into a feature film! Fingers crossed.
Photographer, film maker and all-round nice guy Glen Ryan will be showing an excerpt from his film ‘Brindabellas’ at the National Films and Sound Archives in Canberra on Friday 30 May from 5.30pm. Not only will this be visually stunning, but the technology behind the process is fascinating too. See silverdory.com for a full rundown.
Entry is free but you need to book a seat, phone (02) 6248 2000.
silverydory.com says “Like karst country brindabellas has been filmed in near infra-red, with the focus shifting from the limestone of Wee Jasper to the to mountains and cloudscapes of the Brindabella ranges west of Canberra, Australia. brindabellas also takes a closer look at the smaller details of this natural environment.”
I can’t wait for this event. Glen’s work is amazing. Not only that it’s turning into a bit of a Narooma expats reunion. See you there folks.