The Godfather of Soul
On Valentine’s Day we went to see James Brown in concert at the DEC. The promotor was Matt from Naked Dwarf (for whom I’ve done a fair bit of work over the years) so we managed to score two seats with a great view of the stage. I really enjoyed the concert - he’s still got moves and he can really sing, despite being about 73 years old. It’s an eye-opener to see an act like his, comprising an ensemble of musicians each of which could probably tour in their own right - it becomes very clear why the man is so famous.
Despite the fact that this was pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see James Brown in Hobart, the moron sitting next to me spent about 30 minutes reading email on his BlackBerry.
I haven’t even mentioned Ash Grunwald, who played support. He’s not someone I’d have gone to see otherwise, but he was really good live. There’s a photo gallery from the concert up on The Dwarf, with photos of both Ash and James Brown.
It’s about time I did another bunch of turbo book reviews. I’m waaaay behind.
Hayhenge
I imagine being a farmer could get pretty boring at times. But I’m sure there would be plenty of ways to occupy yourself if you tried. We drove up to Launceston on Saturday for my niece Emelia’s third birthday party, and along the way we passed a paddock that contained a minature Stonehenge made of hay. I took a picture on the way home:
