Category Archives: Brisbane

I bless the rains

brisbane storm

This morning I woke early to the sounds of heavy Brisbane rain. I took the opportunity to record an audioboo so that I could enjoy the serenity of it all again sometime. About half an hour later the construction crews working on the northern busway started playing dueling jackhammers in the distance and I was very glad to have recorded when I did, instead of putting it off until after breakfast.

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Happy Birthday To Ya

Found out tonight that it was Stevie Wonder’s birthday yesterday. Here are some different arrangements of one of my favourites of all of his songs Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing:


Brisbane, 2008


Tokyo, 1990


USA, 197?


Original recording from Innervisions, 1973

Blighstar Governmentica

There’s going to be more than a little tension in your neighbourhood geek-with-more-than-a-passing-interest-in-Aussie-politics this weekend. Said tension will arise from a challenge of attention allocation; does one dedicate oneself to seat-by-seat punditry of the Queensland election tomorrow, or will the tweets & liveblogs capture minute-by-minute tactical analysis of Admiral Adama’s last hurrah, and what it all means in the end, as Battlestar Galactica reaches its conclusion?

Will Qld Labor be slapped by the voters? Will Six’s name be revealed? Will Anna Bligh lead them all to their end, as the hybrid foretold? Stand-by.

Christmas CD Splurge

CDs! Books! DVDs! CDs! CDs! CDs! BUY! BUY! BUY!

You know the ads. A promoter gets a big space and fills it with crap not worth buying. At least that’s what I thought before hitting the CD sale at the Brisbane Convention Centre one afternoon late in my annual sojourn home for summer holidays. My old man had warned me that he’d spent a whole $100 when he’d gone the year before, but given our diverging tastes in music I thought that meant it’d be full of older country stuff. I’d tried to not buy any CDs in December, as a test of willpower, but I said I’d go along just to hang with the family. It’s what summer holidays is all about.

But it was all so cheap. And not nearly as craptastic as I’d anticipated. I went a bit nuts (in no specific order): Get the whole story »

More Brisbane Street Art: Zed and the Janome of Doom

Spotted at the end of the street today:

Zed's Dead

Janome of Doom