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CLAY DJUBAL and PETER KNOX

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One enormous project that has been underway at UQ and several other Halls of Academia is one by the name of AUSTLIT. The site tells us this:

AustLit is a non-profit collaboration between twelve Australian Universities and the National Library of Australia providing authoritative information on hundreds of thousands of creative and critical Australian literature works relating to more than 100,000 Australian authors and literary organisations. Its coverage spans 1780 to the present day.

I am not actually writing about AUSTLIT. I am writing about 2 of the researchers involved in the Project.  Peter Knox and Dr Clay Djubal.

I am not actually writing about them either. Not in any Intellectual manner. I am inclined to honour them instead for their baking abilities.  Dr Djubal arrived at The Cottage on The Hill one fine day all the way from Brisbane and supposedly for a hard day’s work with Peter.  He was, in fact, bringing SCONES. With cream and jam. The lads did appear to deal with some degree of business activity but the highlight was MORNING TEA. Peter is a BAGEL baker but failed to produce any on this occasion. BRAINY, BEAUTIFUL and gifted BAKERS. 

NEW SITE FOR DR CLAY DJUBAL’S ALTER EGO – HAVE GRAVITY WILL THREATEN

http://havegravity.com/

About HGWT

Originally founded in Armidale (NSW) as S.T.D. Music, Hire and Promotion (1983) by Clay Djubal, Have Gravity Will Threaten (HGWT) is an independent specialist publisher of music, plays, poetry and images from writers, musicians, composers, bands and photographers who emerged out of the New England region of New South Wales during the ‘pub rock’ era of the 1970s and 1980s. After being based in Sydney during the mid- late 1980s HGWT was re-established in Stafford Heights (Brisbane) in 1993.

 

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REHEARSING WITH GABI BLISS

THURSDAY AFTERNOON and we are in the COTTAGE. THEY are rehearsing for GABI BLISS on SATURDAY.

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THAT’S the poster. Been out sticking them up all over the place. Down at Panorama Plaza in the place of Rejection – Chick stuck ’em up and in bus shelters and on backs of loo doors because this weekend is the launch of REFLEXIONS. GABI BLISS is on the loose. Out on the FRONT PORCH with Evan on Lead, Izzy on bass and kazoo and Mike Fisher on drums. The Cottage sits on top of the Hill with the BILAMBIL VALLEY down there – amphitheatre like. Up here the new PA is set up. The DOS is out at lunch for the day. The Electric guitars are plugged in. Mike Fisher is here with his drums and the Final Rehearsal is on.

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SATURDAY – BUDDHA BELLY CAFE AT UKI.

SEE YOU THERE.

 

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WOT ABOUT SCRUBBY ?

Well the Bill just heard that mebbe Scrubby won’t be playing at the Club anymore. Looks like the Bill won’t be going down those Fridays. He likes the Scrub same as a whole lot of other people do. In fact O Fans of the Scrub and the Hillbillies – Why not give the Club a call and ask for the Scrub to come back. Some changes is good changes and some changes ain’t. The switch to Friday Nights is one thing. It is however , I am sure, meant to be an upgrade not a downgrade. Or even a sidewise grade.

BRING BACK OUR SCRUBBY !!!

says the BILL. 

WHY IS HE GONE ?

HE LOVES US !

WE LOVE HIM !

WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE ??????????

SCRUBBY RICHMOND 

WANT TOP  MUSIC FRESH FROM THE MURWILLUMBAH HILLS ?

WANT GREAT BLUES ?

WANT SLIDE AND LOCAL COMPOSITIONS,VOCALS AND GUITAR.

Take a look at the Re-Sume of this man and his bands and see just what it is we are losing if we let him go whimperlessly.

WANT A REALLY NICE BLOKE ?

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Take a look at the Hillbilly Blues Bandits website.

Winners of 2 DOLPHIN  songwriting awards  HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITS TAKE ALL THE TREASURE AT NCEIA DOLPHIN AWARDS IN THE BLUES CATEGORY

HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITS

IZZY FOREAL IS SELLING HIS WASHBURN BASS

ON E BAY TAKE A LOOK

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A rare 1980s Japanese-made (Matsumoku Company) Washburn Scavenger Bass, in original moulded hard case. Solid mahogany body with carved arch-top, detachable rock maple neck, strings through body, anchored at back, polished rosewood fingerboard, single-coil split pickup, precision die-cast bridge with brass saddles, metal volume & tone knobs replace plastic originals, all other fittings original, rare redish woodgrain finish. Played for many years by Izzy Foreal from Zarsoff Brothers (he has owned about 6 of this model).

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2 WEEKS IN BILAMBIL

And the Blues begin to lift with fine weather and warmth and some resting from the year of transiting between two worlds.

This week we proceed with the partnering as well as inviting the populace to Izzy’s birthday party extravaganza at ILNAM WINERY in Carool on Sunday 20 April.

This morning we take the FORMS to Centrelink. The Glossy 10 x 8s as Arlo Guthrie called them. Izzy has put thesis level effort into filling in these FORMS. Three times I have rung the Centrelink Hotline for advice and three times have been greeted with affectionate and understanding chuckles. Seems that they are now all filled in and we will head to town in the Charade and hand them in. Being a Celibate Single since 1987 (pretty much) – I find this DAUNTING. I didn’t realise the level of commitment involved in a Centrelink form. The three chuckling telephone advisors have, with compassion , explained it to me.

I understand that we are now PARTNERED and have only recently had the concept of re-partnering explained to me by the DOS who is now De-partnered.  Me – I will shortly be PARTNERED – in the eyes of Centrelink and before God and those gathered there at Tweed Heads Centrelink Office. This time of the year is significant for me. Mad O’Brian was born on the 22nd. My twin cousins Keith and Ross Carter were born 6 months after me on the 12th April 1950. My car rego is due on the 16th. Izzy is 6 months older than me – born on the 18th April 1949. I believe some of my grandparents were born around this time of the year and often Easter and the Easter Show are on as well.

And now it become OFFICIAL PARTNERING TIME.

REGISTRATION DAY

Registered the car today. Easily which is a most unusual thing for me. I cannot remember the last time I had enough money to pay registration without worrying. So there it is with a purple sticker to be put on. $30.10 it cost. The Green Slip with AAMI was $265 and I am a pensioner so the rego itself was free. I am reflecting upon times past while we transition into being PARTNERED. Thats what Centrelink calls it. PARTNERED. He on AusStudy and me on a disability pension. So I look back through the Albums to get a grip on things. See what you think:

My DOS and His Son Geoff from Newport are on the roof like a PAIR OF POSSUMS – as Doug said. They are cleaning out the gutters and the roof. A fine thing to see so it is. Father and Son on the roof. So life here had a good throb to it except for the aching hole where my kids go.
Izzy’s girls rang and they are coming to visit in Mid-May. From the South Coast of NSW. You need to specify that here. Because to the Northerners Coolangatta is the South Coast. To the New South WelshMen , Tweed Heads is the North Coast. Until last weekend , there was an hours time difference between the adjoining towns. I once lived on Boundary Street , on the NSW side. That meant that if I crossed the street I was in Queensland. That also meant an hour’s time difference in a 20 metre walk. The Shop was on the other side of the road and sometimes my car was parked on the other side of the road. In a different state. With different Police and Parking Rules etc.

I once taught for a little at Tweed Heads Public School. If you leaned over the fence at the back of the playground, your head was in Queensland and your body was in NSW.

Daylight Savings has ended now. That closes some of the Gap. A lot of people fudge a Queensland address to get the Car Rego. I don’t think its cheaper any longer but Queensland doesn’t demand a yearly inspection. Don’t matter to me this year because mine has passed the REGO CHECK. Thanks to Danny at D AND K. on Ourimbah Road Tweed Heads.

I went on from the RTA to take lunch at the Terranora Shopping Centre. Asked the girl at Raz Cafe what it was that they were building and she tells me its the new Tavern. 3 levels with 2 beer gardens and a bistro. She tells me a new Thai Restaurant is opening there as well. Hmnmm. Its taking time but its doing it. Spreading out into the Country is Sub-urbia so I might as well enjoy it till and if i can escape.

That means Pineapple and Cheese Toasted Fingers at Raz Cafe. With a Banana Smoothie on Soy. It brings back an ancient memory ( 1970 ) of the Gold Coast with Hilary Eastwick-Field of some rainy night landing in Surfers Paradise in a small tent and finding an eatery down some alleyway and being mightily happy to get cheese and pineapple fingers toasted. I still am mighty glad to get them. Specially when I come home to Rice Pudding from Panorama Plaza where they make their own and sell it to take away for $3.00. Along with Chet’s Thai Take-away.

BRISBANE IS DONE

And we are in Bilambil with more things than can fit into this cottage. Seemingly. And we will be looking for entirely new activities and adventures. Iz has finished at AustLit and is building shelves and ledges for books involved in his PhD. Fitting into the Cottage has the elements of my former caravan lives or presumed boat life. We have 4 guitars. 3 of them bass guitars and one of those a very large washburn . We have 2 of most things and 16 pillows. 7 doonahs. My Elmac Laptop is up in Armidale with Robert being repaired if possible. My little PC is on my desk. It would be exciting if the property were not for sale but IT IS FOR SALE. The Linden Gallery is NO MORE. Buggar.

So we build a new home nest knowing that soon Buyers are likely to be INSPECTING and that we might have to move on 4 weeks’ notice. Nevertheless we unpack and arrange and dare to dream that we might stay here a while. We NEED one place for one year for Izzy to complete his PhD -undistracted. Out here the crows squark and the cattle low – especially on weekends and we each have a desk at the window. Our windows face Nor’East cause Doug built this with careful Capricornian thought and planning. The South is protected from the Wild Winds by a bank and stone wall and the forest behind which leads down to the Dell. I have not been down to the Dell. Doug tells me stories about it. He told me about the tractor and the grandchildren riding on it – down to the Dell. If I pause and think about the Brown Snakes , I don’t fancy the trek to The Dell. I have lived in the country since the early 70s and have never been so troubled at the thought of snakes until coming up here. Someone told me about the aggressive Brown Snakes which intentionally pursue Humans and hunt them down. Seems the nearer you get to the Queensland border the more peculiar the Creatures become. Perhaps – its simply the Tales about Creatures which become a little more colourful.

Now Izzy comes hurtling inside being chased around by a March Fly. I told him they don’t bite anymore now that April is here but seems I was wrong. I have seen snakes here. The Slasher was in Yesterday and Today. The paddock below is cleared and the path to the Dell appears to be. Ray from down Biral Close did the slashing. Today he came up and under the mango tree and the jacaranda tree.

We are coming down from a truly crazy year for me and two or more crazies for him. That involved a Centrelink call as well. I don’t like calling Centrelink but I came across a young woman called Kate in Disability Support and she was a sweetheart. She’s sending out the form for us to become PARTNERED. PARTNERED. I don’t recall having ever been PARTNERED. I will be a disabled PARTNER and he will be a STUDENT partner. They are SENDING OUT THE FORMS. Here we go then ! A Uni degree – Masters with Honours and a School Teacher and before I even see the Forms – I know we will not be academically qualified to fill The Forms in.

No matter . Kate tells me I will be down by about $100 per week before rent assistance so we will see. We are now resident in Bilambil. We have only ONE home. This could be – as Harry once said – GOOD.

 

We ate at A NIGHT IN INDIA for our Farewell Dinner. Thats in TOOWONG that is and it was SPLENDID. Courteous and efficient on the phone. Table for 2 said we- 6.30 ? IN we went. Very fine Indian Decor. Punjabi and across the way theres plenty of parking in the Woolworths CarPark – illegal probably – but plenty of it. We were shown to a table for two. Izzy said the chair was wrong for him but it suited my 5 foot perfectly. Seating is often a problem for me in restaurants etc as a Vertical Conservationist and Environmental Saviour. These seats FITTED me. The table was longer than wide providing room for the variety of side dishes in metal bowls . The water was presented in a chilled brass jug. A NIGHT IN INDIA had the ‘difficult to procure’ banana and coconut salad which disappeared from many venues during the famous banana famine of 2007 following the ‘ devastating cyclone Larry’. A NIGHT IN INDIA is the first place i have re-encountered it . Pay attention Restaurants , BANANAS ARE NOW IN PLAGUE PROPORTIONS. You can bring back the Banana and Coconut Salad. I will bring my own bananas if you like. And for me with my ancient love of Rose Water – the curry cooked with it was a wonderful way to finish one year in Brisbane. Fast service. Really Good stuff.

And now the 2 of us sit here and assess things. Me – I look back over this one year of romance and say goodbye to some things and hello to others. This year I will be seeing my kids and mebbe travelling. NOT to WINTERMOON – the first really big sticky resentment I have with him and its a ripper which don’t go away. He is going North. I want to go North. I want to see the towns I havent seen since the early 70s and the ones I didnt get to see then. But HE is going North with Paspalum to Wintermoon. 4 Old Boys travelling north and sleeping in tents. God be with Them. Cause I ain’t.

And I’m not amused either. Ah well. Going north yesterday to collect the last of the AuchenShuggle – we stopped in at Loganholme HYPERDROME. It is truly HYPER. The Qld Ecilops followed us AGAIN. It wasn’t till later that we realised the brake light rear driver’s side was blown. Lucky they didn’t stop us. We were a little nervous after the Cleveland Experience. Add to that the morning Izzy was stopped while running near the park at Auchenflower before dawn and despite our age and venerability – we are becoming a trifle anxious when it comes to the Queensland Constabulary. I am probably a little more anxious than he is due to GGG Grandfather John Ready having perished in a hulk in Moreton Bay in the very early 1800s. A genetic legacy of Queensland terror.

So the jigsaw of the last year or so falls into place ready for my next moves and I am taking a close look. What do I want to keep ? What do I want to be rid of ? What do I want to bring into my life ? All the deep and meaningful questions that come when a road has been crossed. Where am I going Now ? IN fact – WHERE AM I NOW ? How did I get HERE ?

 

 

 

I am going down to toss the fallen Palm Frond over the back. Then we are going to the park down the bottom for a WALK. Me in My Lynx sandals. I know the shoes I want now and am close to the Bag I want. Kate says mebbe the perfect bag I have in mind don’t exist but I am actually getting closer and closer all the time.

 

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