It’s been a wee while since my last blog entry, over a year in fact. However, this time
I have a reasonably good excuse. On 1st January 2012, I was walking down to my local grog shop to restock my cocktail cabinet which had been decimated by the New Year celebrations, when I was abducted by aliens. I saw this bright light in the sky heading directly towards me, was then enveloped in some plasma like substance, and the next thing I knew I woke up in this alien spacecraft which was headed for the aliens home planet, which I learned later was called Hardcoria.
It was the start of a year-long nightmare folks. The Hardcorians were an Amazonian-
like race of female aliens, somewhat larger than the average human female (see photo), and with some interesting physical attributes, but not unattractive, well, not after a couple of months or so......
I found out that the last male Hardcorian had died about 2000 years ago, eaten by his wife apparently, and that, though the female Hardcorians had stored billions of their eggs in special boxes in anticipation of this (see below),
a hitherto unkown virus, (no one knew eggsactly what it was) had infected 95% of the eggs and rendered them sterile. So the female Hardcorians were abducting various male life forms from many different planets to see if any of them were a procreational match so to speak. To this end therefore, I was subjected to many humiliating (and exhausting) tests of a mostly physical nature. I resisted them for months, as you would expect, but then the inevitable happened, I fell in love with one of the aliens. She was called Imgaga, and for a while we were blissfully happy....
But eventually her physical demands on me just got too much, (she was a big, strong energetic lass), and more and more I began to plead headaches as an excuse not to indulge in harooting. as she called it. And though our relationship ended in hurt, anger and bewilderment, as many do, she retained enough fondness for me not to eat me, and instead decided to take me back home,
which she did, depositing me via her spacecraft back in Happy Valley on December 25th 2012. And so ended my alien adventure.........
And if any of you believe a word of that, seek professional help.......
Why the lack of communication then, to you, my loyal bloggites? Laziness of course, allied to a complete lack of organisation, a deadly mixture. But I have been somewhat busy this year, albeit with non-musical happenings. Carmel and I are renovating another house, our retirement paradise. We’re downsizing asthey say, although the only thing that seems to be downsizing is my bank account. The renovation and imminent move has consumed our lives for the past 6 months or so. Mostly I’m so exhausted at the end of the day that all I can do is hug my empty piggy bank and cry a lot....
On to musical happenings......I think there was some, but I’m hard pushed to remember them. I know I did a show in Adelaide for the Fringe Festival 2012, and I know I did concerts in Tanunda, Tamworth and Tumbarumba ( I have a weakness for T’s). Also a concert in Yackandandah. And Pete Titchener and I did 5 concerts in Victoria in October last year. Pete and I are now doing the Elderly Brothers tours as John Munro has gone to Darwin for a couple of years. If you want to know why, e-mail him. He seems pretty happy up there though, and I fly him back for the major gigs, finances permitting, so our combined talents are not yet lost to the magical world of showbusiness. He will eventually return to Adelaide he says, which I note has just been voted Australia’s most liveable city for the third year running.
Anyway, some tour photos for you. I’ve no idea where most of them were taken.....
Oh yes, as you will see from elsewhere on this site, I’ve just recorded a new CD called “A Toss of The Coin”. I was going to call it “Sargeant Bogle’s Old Farts Club Band” but was dissuaded from doing so. Seven original songs from me, a coupleby John, one poem set to music (J. McCrae’s “In Flanders Fields”), one by Pete and one by Mike O’Callaghan, a friend of ours.
Talking of Mike, as some of you know he and John and Pete have a trio called M.O.T. (MUNRO O'CALLAGHAN TITCHENER), and they are off to the UK and New Zealand in June and July for a tour, if you read this blog and you are near any of their gigs, get along, you’ll enjoy them.......
Tour details are on their website www.mot.net.au
The CD will be flooding the shops around April I think, both in Oz and overseas, all I can do now is sit back and watch it shoot up the charts.........
On the home front, Optus won the battle to erect their bloody phone tower over our back fence, the result was a foregone conclusion I suppose, but democracy had to be seen to be practised, and we delayed them for a year at least. They’ve not built it yet, and hopefully they’ll go bankrupt this year and never will. We lost one of our wee dogs last year, Ranger was knocked down and killed a by a car a few months ago now, a black day, I still miss him. He inspired the title track of my new album, just got me thinking about love and loss....
On that note I’ll finish.
Wish I could promise you a more frequent blog, but if wishes were fishes.....
Peace
Eric
I hear there’s a good job on offer in Rome....might stick in an application.......
