TOO MANY TIMES by MENTAL AS ANYTHING Story by Stephen Andrew
Greedy Smith was the biggest dag in a band full of dags. They looked like they didn’t take anything seriously, yet they made some ripper records.
Greedy Smith was the biggest dag in a band full of dags. They looked like they didn’t take anything seriously, yet they made some ripper records.
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
We’re so open to it all it’s no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.
A quarter of a century later, I hear this song again, rising spontaneously through the eucalypts.
Stephen Andrew recalls the night of Bob Hawke's 1983 election triumph, via - of all things - a song called Too Shy by a band called - of of all things - Kajagoogoo.
The song still belts my heart like defibrillator paddles.
Staring at nothing/But sleep’s petulant absence./Most nights were like this/Toward the end.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
The lyrics of Rattlin’ Bones were apocalyptic and disorienting but somehow strangely comforting after our deeply personal experiences of the Black Saturday fires.
Kerouac’s bebop fills my body. His mellifluous slurring cha-cha-cha’s itself into a new instrument, floating notes like his beloved Charlie Parker saxophone...