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Fancy a threesome this Friday night (17 October)? [At the Merry Muse]

By Overheard - 15 October 2008 41

Friday October 17: Shiny Bums Singers, Canberra Union Voices and Ecopella

Shiny Bums Singers are a vocally inspiring and visually entertaining group of mostly public servants who sing their own wicked parodies about the working life of the Australian Public Service. They routinely stray into political satire but never sedition. Based in Canberra, the Australian bush capital, they have performed to packed houses at the Australian National Folk Festival for most of the last 9 years, including this year.

No subject in the workplace is safe from the finely honed fingers of the group’s talented writers, no song immune to their unique style of parody

Canberra Union Voices is a community choir who this year celebrated their 15th birthday. They sing a wide and varied repertoire of songs – songs of solidarity, songs of struggle and songs of survival; songs about women, politics, corporatisation and bastardisation. They sing songs from Australia, Africa, Italy, Spain, East Timor and the Pacific Islands. And they sing because they love to!!

Ecopella is an environmental choir that sings about the beauty of our world and the struggle to protect it from exploitation and destruction. We serve the environment movement by providing activists and audiences with the opportunity of enjoying a high standard of a cappella singing.

Members of the Canberra branch will be joined by choir director Miguel Heatwole and a few interstate Ecopellans.

Merry Muse at the Australian Polish White Eagle Club, 38 David Street, Turner (a five-iron from ABN).
$15/$12 members and concessions. All starts about 7.30pm.

Overheard
Your MC for the evening (and tenor for Canberra Union Voices and Ecopella)

http://www.merrymuse.org.au/

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Fancy a threesome this Friday night (17 October)? [At the Merry Muse]
Danman 11:53 am 21 Oct 08

Purple hair or rinse ?

Purple hair looks decidedly foxy on a lot of women.

Granny 11:33 am 21 Oct 08

How do you think I would look with purple hair?

Overheard 11:15 am 21 Oct 08

Jaysus!!! ‘..far north and far south..’

I’m not doing this deliberately! (Except for the ‘op’ bit.)

Overheard 11:13 am 21 Oct 08

Oh, and just to prove that I live in a glass house and throw pebbles, not stones, when it comes to spelling etc., just a couple of points of clarification from #6 above:

1. ‘bi-polarim’ is a reference to the two far north and far north equivalents of the Pacific Rim. Correct: bi-polarism.

2. ‘carbob trading’ is where two blokes called Robert get together and agree to exchange the pink slips on their vehicles. Correct: carbon-trading.

Thanks to the chorister who picked those op.

Granny 4:08 pm 20 Oct 08

I think Gramps has had enough news in the last couple of days. See you later.

: )

Overheard 4:07 pm 20 Oct 08

Happy to see you there then, Granny. So much so that I’m not even going to make any remark about your plan to ‘come out’ tonight though this will of course be news to Gramps!!

Off the air now until this evening. Tot ziens.

Granny 4:04 pm 20 Oct 08

No, I would like to come out. I’ve kind of been stuck inside all day, which is fine when I don’t have to be. But now I’m kind of feeling a bit caged. I’ve even bought the MEATBEES CD online now. God knows what I’ll do next. I may even dye my hair purple.

Overheard 3:58 pm 20 Oct 08

Nah, I only skimmed and commented over the front page this morning at The Front, Granny, and haven’t had time for much else. Man, I so should have stayed at Jamberoo today! Could have chilled in the pool or amidst the wandering peacocks. Should have also stayed at the Front this morning and not raced in here. There was something of a snafu with comms on Friday and I’m sitting in an empty training room as a confirmation email didn’t go out on my behalf while I was off doing other things on Friday.

I think I should have rung in sick to three or five different places on Friday and stayed body-surfing with my daughter and doing ham radio Scout stuff with my son.

Learning some priorities the hard way late in life!

Sorry to hear about your accident, Granny, and seriously, don’t knock yourself out tonight. sepi was talking about coming so I leave it to you creativity and innovation to see if you can hook something up for a lift (if perchance she’s in your part of the world).

See you if I’m looking at you!

Granny 3:48 pm 20 Oct 08

Did you see my other post Overheard?

Don’t have a car, as I had an accident recently but will catch the bus in if I can and Gramps will probably pick me up after.

Do you know if the Sheep Wranglers will be there? I’m really not good with astronomy, and as you know, I truly do suck at trivia. I know how many people on a water polo team however.

*chuckle*

Overheard 3:38 pm 20 Oct 08

PUBLIC APOLOGY FOLLOWS. (If anyone infers an ounce of ‘woe is me’ or ‘nobody knows da troubles I seen’ in what follows, you do that on your own time and not on my behalf!!)

At the risk of being a Four Nut Post Bag, this three choir night ended up being a good night, though it started off by resembling a furniture exhibition.

Meh! That happens in folk and other areas of the muggle world. I stopped being precious about rows of empty chairs long ago. Ultimately there was a good crowd, and my vocal cords were hanging in tatters by the end of the night.

What didn’t help was that I have a penchant for losing water bottles (four this weekend, and one of them actually IN the car on the way back from Jamberoo this morning!), so come choir(s) times, I had a bottle of very fine Polish beer on stage with me.

Unfortunately, the mixture of a) visible bottle of beer, b) adrenaline, c) the Overheard personality, d) some stress from totally unrelated areas of life, e) etc., some people inferred this to mean I was intoxicated.

(Those at the Dr Lambada SIMS Challenge Night and the Trinity Bar afterwards know what the result looks like: animated, extroverted, demonstrative, but not intoxicated. I almost received counselling on the spot on Friday night for alcoholism and possible bi-polarim!! Highly ironic, given the source of some of the ‘counselling’.)

Anyhoo, what put the capper on the night was that I inadvertently used the F-bomb once on stage, albeit not direct into the mic, and all in a good-natured way as I was asking the raffle-winner to vacate the stage. I was laughing, he was laughing, but others out there who were in the audience (including one woman in particular) took great offence.

Good on her for telling me so.

Telling me about it JUST as soon as I’d finished MC-ing a full night, singing with two choirs, and singing two songs a capella on my pat malone, one as a warm up and the other as a filler while one of my choir directors arrived late from Sydney and took a minute to compose himself (boom boom!) — yeah, well, timing is everything. And tone doesn’t help.

Oh yeah, and I’d done not a little bit of publicity for this gig in my own time and in all sorts of places and at weird times of the day and night and in strange places and unconnected fora.

Still unforgivable behaviour. You don’t use the fock word on stage.

But after the exhausting process of the lead up to the evening, having slaved feverishly on my day off to prepare a bunch of stuff, having walked/run into my four-day a week job just to catch up with my colleagues for a few beers as a PR exercise and then to walk out of there in abject misery having these people I thought I liked mock me for one of a few chronic medical conditions I harbour that make every day that little more difficult to get through (works wonders for your resilience, mind), and having spent my own money to taxi to Turner, and having spent valuable time sifting through a choir person’s basement lock-up to find scores of scores, and having sung and MC’d my lungs out, etc., the rebuke was made quite snittly and snippily. Not much of a recipe for success.

But she was right to say it at some point, and better to my face rather than behind my back and good on her for that courtesy, ahem, for want of a better word.

You don’t pay your $15 to come and have your sensibilities offended. Yes, you do need to apply the “Man on the Clapham Bus” test (web-search it) but that wasn’t at issue here. In anyone’s book, unless I’m MC-ing at the Nash Hash (Manuka Football Oval, March 2007 – next one in Cairns May 2009) where the F word is not only de rigueur but expected – and worse.

But in this case at the Muse, it was right off limits.

So this is my public apology because maybe, just maybe (though I doubt it) there were lurkers in the audience. And they too may be offended. It’s exposure the MFS does not need, even if it is through a volunteer.

There’s no little amount of history to this. Despite MC-ing at about 10 festivals around the country every year, I was barred from doing so at the Muse until recently because according to one of the officials in the Monaro Folk Society: “I’ve been told you [Overheard] are a worse MC than Bill Arnett”.

I don’t know who should feel more offended: Bill or Bill! I’m actually offended on Bill Arnett’s behalf. And yes, I know there are other things about him that MFS people have issues with, but treating this in isolation (if that’s at all possible), I was and am offended. I wouldn’t consider Bill Arnett a close friend, but we get on just fine as colleagues of sorts in similar spheres of the folk world.

Either way, last Friday night was my third and last MC night at the Muse, not just because of this incident, but because of a lot of things. This woman’s fair and reasonable protestation was a wake-up call that I need to direct my energies elsewhere (like I’ve said for ages I would) because as was proved last night in spades: you get what you pay for, and you’re appreciated right down to the last cent of your volunteer’s pay packet.

Imagine if I’d stayed in Sydney on a $100,000 package (1998 money) with a three piece suit and company laptop, and gotten into the consulting game? I could be implementing payroll systems for gas and cigarette companies and sneering in quiet distaste at phrases like ‘carbob trading’ and ‘climate change’ and ‘folk festivals’.

The load otherwise travelled. Typo! Should have read: The road otherwise travelled (I’m copy and pasting from elsewhere) but Freudian slop rules apply here. And I’m not even going to change that to ‘slip’ as it should have read. Slip, slop, wrap, crap.

Deary me!

That will do for now.

I plan to cut the posting down for a while.

But I probably won’t!!!!

Maybe I’ll just go and hide in the Return of the Son of the Offal Thread!

See any trivia nuts tonight. I’ll be the one looking for the number plate of the truck that’s just hit me. And backed up over me. And slapped with the truck door for measure!

Overheard 8:42 am 17 Oct 08

No needle-off necessary. No knitters in evidence last night at the ABN — Bells had a lace project that kept her away! Don’t know about any others. Certainly when I was telling NTP some stories, or giving Sleaz elocution lessons, there was a lot of knitting of brows going on!

Congrats, Jazz. Just warble your name at the door dragons this evening. Be there by 7.30pm for a 7.45pm start (unless there’s a walk-up act).

Hope to see others there.

Overheard 6:44 pm 16 Oct 08

You can also try your luck for two comps to Culturazi where the secret password is ‘Canberra Eco Bums’! Ah, Nige, you crack me up every week.

Overheard 6:42 pm 16 Oct 08

So far you’re it, Jazz. So even though I ruled you out on a technicality, in recognition of your hard work and diligence and the fact you’re just a nice bloke, they’re yours.

However, if a knitter thrusts their name in front of the selectors when I finally get there tonight, it’s going to be needles at ten paces!

I still haven’t left work (1), so unfortunately I’ll have to leave my darn socks at home.

Zut alors!

Jazz 2:09 pm 16 Oct 08

I dont knit, but can i have them anyway?

Overheard 9:50 am 16 Oct 08

FREEBIE ALERT. Knitters are quite often seen at folk gigs, so all are very much welcome.

In fact, the first knitter to send their details to JB (for onforwarding) will win two free tickets (value $30) to this gig. On the proviso that you turn up (because unused comp tickets just make my soul weep) and produce your knitting paraphernalia.

Ask at the door for ‘the MC’ but I’ll have them clued in. Why am I writing this? You’re going to send me your contact details!

Knitters, get to it. You have nothing to lose except that dropped stitch. You don’t need to get the tickets in your hot little hand — call them e-tickets. Though if you’re at ABN tonight I can scribble out a note for the door dragons at the Muse.

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