Happiness as Anarchy #85: When You Wish Upon A Star

My grandmother had a little porcelain Pinocchio that lived on the bookshelf. He had a music box in him that played When You Wish Upon A Star as he gently turned in a circle. It was written for the 1940 Disney film of Pinicchio, for the adorable Jiminy Cricket, and sung by ukulele hero Cliff Edwards. I can remember Nan singing it in her kitchen as she baked and I wound the music box over and over.

Happiness as Anarchy #78: my Audience

That’s you! You make me happy! It’s always a pleasure to play for the diverse mix of people who come to my gigs (and this all applies to you too, the people who read my blog). Tonight was no exception – from the jolly group of birthday party women, to the regular attendees and new faces and occasional friend-attendees. I’m perpetually delighted that you like my music and stories enough to come out on a cold Winter’s night and listen. I love sharing the time and place with you and look forward to the next time we meet over sounds.

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Happiness as Anarchy #77: Time-travel Images

I came across this gorgeous little watercolour by Lily Allport at the Becoming Modern exhibition at the Ballarat Fine Art Gallery on the weekend. It was painted in 1931 and is called “French Nurses”. No doubt the nurses are doing embroidery, but they have exactly the same posture as someone looking at a smartphone. Is the smartphone the 21st century’s embroidery?

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Happiness as Anarchy #68: Robust conversation

I caught up with my arts tribe tonight at an impromptu birthday gathering. I’ve missed them, and as happens so often, didn’t realise just how much until they were all there again. We talked of art and life, big things and small, with a wine and a few laughs, but what really stands out is the depth and robustness of the conversation. None of us are very good at small talk – we’re much more interested in the grit of life and making stuff and how everything fits together. I meant to come home earlier, but it was difficult to extract myself. Now I have a head buzzing with ideas and heart full of appreciation for this eclectic group of souls.

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