Nx – Live in the Bathroom

Have you ever started a blog and wondered how to increase traffic right from the start? You look at the top 10 ways to improve traffic to your blog. You consider outlandish stunts like pulling your pants down on camera in public. You turn roadkill into oven mitts and then bake a cake. Or you’re already famous and who gives a shit.

None of the above appeal to me so later today I’m going to record live in both my bedroom and bathroom a number of old and new songs to be given as gifts to those who subscribe to my new WordPress blog. My first attempt at drawing attention to this event met with the usual response: 0. Nil desperandum! I’m trying again. Over the years the number of people who commented on how much they like my music number in probably the dozens. Good start. So off we go again.

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Photo Spheres

The much-needed purchase of a new phone (Nexus 5) has meant it’s been absolutely critical I play with the Google Photo Sphere function. As usual,  I’ve jumped in, head crackin’ the concrete,  without reading too much about how to maximise quality. The unprocessed goopy ones will be on FB in dribs and splibs. But here’s how they look once on Google +.

Peter Cook (Nov 17, 1937 – Jan 9, 1995)

Peter

The other day my brother sent me a link to a Rik Mayall tribute doc. I shared it on Facebook & made comment of my teenage desire not simply to emulate Rik, but to be him. But I suffered no illusion that anyone but Peter Cook could be Peter Cook. I’m lucky enough to have been born at a time and in a place where as a young kid I had access to a world of comedy that straddled generations: The Goons plus Sellers & Milligan solo, Python & their constituent elements, Dave Allen…and that doesn’t even cover the older style, more music hall/vaudevillean types like Morecambe & Wise, Tommy Cooper etc. On the other side of the Atlantic, I was slave to Richard Pryor, Gene Wilder, Mel Brooks, Jerry & Deano. The Python-inspired (& by extension, Goons-inspired SNL) provided dozens of brilliant actors and comedians, but I also loved their old stagers like George Burns & hugely overlooked Sid Caesar. I was child enough to love Don Knotts & at 12 I thought I was old enough to get Robin Williams. I can’t count the number of comedians I love, from silent movies to now: Cosby, Hicks, Keaton,Newhart, Mitchell, Fry, Ayoade, Gervais, Chaplin, Tati, Humphries, Tomlin, Bamford, CK, Burr, Winters, Rivers, Atkinson, Louis-Dreyfus, Bernie Mac, Burr, Stewart Lee (my current obsession), Morris, Coogan, Sim, Wallace, Newhart…well, I think I’ve kinda made my point, even though I want to keep writing names – Connolly!

No matter how singularly brilliant, freakishly talented & burst innards funny these people are or were, none of them could be Peter Cook. Like a Beethoven or Tesla or Van Gogh, he somehow tapped the source.

He’s 20 years gone today. & I very much wish he were still here. Happily, through the visual medium of film & video recording technology, we can pretend for a few minutes.

Enter the Scruff.

A lot has happened since knocking the old Bigmouthery blog on the head, most of it in Texas. The one in America, not the one west of Stanthorpe. You’ll be hearing a lot about the many differences between my home & adopted home as the volume of Nx vomit begins to fill buckets, then barrels and if all goes well, massive vats of vomitus will liberally splash on these pages – note to some Americans, in this case ‘liberally’ means ‘generously’, not  ‘commie fag’. For those who read the old blog, it’s reasonable to assume you’ll be getting the same kind of long-winded, florid, toilet break avoiding rants that you’ve come to know & tolerate. But more than that, I hope to scratch a little deeper into the process of making art, whether it be writing, acting & musicry. I only have two New Year’s resolutions: engage more with my fellow artists on a more personal level in an effort to expand and improve the quality & volume of my own work and…I forgot the other one. I have set goals to write material with a view to record and/or perform. I have a renewed determination to obliterate what I believe to be jaded, one-dimensional, pigeon-holed perceptions of my work, as blogger, musician, voice over artist & especially as actor. I’ve not done myself any favours in this department in the past, so I’ll be going all ‘Wire’ and getting up in people’s shit cos that’s how they do, y’feel me? I’m not satisfied with being 45 years old and settling into the false notion others have that I can do certain things & not others…or that it’s okay to be comfortable with the fact that some of the talents I have which I believe to be verging on unparalleled in this city should be hidden under a bushel. Be ready, people who’ve judged & forgotten – expectations are soon to be confounded. When I was a kid I was forced to bashfully hand over literally dozens of report cards outlining the fact that I stubbornly refuse to live up to ,my potential. This is a monkey on my back, a monkey that will soon be released back into the wild to be ripped to shreds by its so-called buddies.

I have much to say about America in coming posts. I may also address the elephant in the room  – what the hell happened that I’m back in Aus in the first place? That stuff needs some consideration – I’ve been too preoccupied with catching up with family & friends, adjusting to the rampant expense of life here. And getting my breath back. Americans, Texans, H-towners, I have specific things to say to some of you & will likely address you individually as the tenor & thrust of what needs saying is seriously considered. For now, let me wish for you love and flowing, honest, happy souls. Happy 2015.  I’ll leave you with a tune I posted a couple times on the FB  to celebrate NYE.

Mañana.