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I was talking with Troy at work about Rock Profiles and he came up with a few memories - duets in fact. The first one was Suzi Quatro with Chris Norman STUMBLIN' IN. The second one was Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty STOP DRAGGING MY HEART AROUND. I cant remember how many times I have seen that film clip but it is deeply embedded into my unconscious. I remember thinking how ugly Tom Petty was and wondering if they had pashed or slept together. She was still wearing all the hippy garb, and her hair was tittering on the edge of dreadlocks ( the deep aroma of incense and flaky skin wafting). She had long since been America's sweetheart and he was reviving his career which finally bit the dust with the Traveling Wilburys.
It happened again. I was watching the telly again last night and there was the same film clip playing (unannounced and untitled) of Nick Cave strutting his stuff with all those back up singers and so on. It was also on at the same time - between SOUTH PARK and that dumb British thing. I thought to myself this is in the same tradition as the old ROCK PROFILES that were played between shows on Channel 10. My main memories of those profiles where the Ted Mulray gang and Rod Stewart. Rod Stewart really did it for me though. When he sang SAILING I remember thinking about how skinny he was and how big his nose was and how big his dick must be (proportionally). He was scrawny but in a sexy way and really proud of himself in his sailors suit. So I hope this tradition continues on SBS (but please don't play that World Music track with all the stupid camera angle tricks - you know the one with that kid singing). 

Dear Readers,
Friday night we by-passed the dear ol' Greyhound which I was a bit peeved about because you never know who you will run in to. We rushed to meet some friends at the Dalton Bar and who do you think we had the pleasure of seeing? If it wasn't dear Dr. Carl and Izzy from 'Neighbours'. They were there with their respective partners ofcourse (Jennifer Hanson looking strangely pink and booted up) and this surfy dood that was with Izzy. I dont know how she gets the time to 'av a chat with all that singing but then there were alot of fire works at one stage between the ol' Doc and herself. And he was certainly wearing beer goggles and pointy shoes that night.
The Year Of Magical Thinking

Last night there was a program on SBS about OJ's trial. A lot of the footage I'd seen before but what struck me a few years down the track was how dumb everyone seemed. Everyone just focused on race and not the bloody murder. Noone except 'The National Enquirer' seemed to be doing any relevant investigative journalism. Apparently they were the only reporters that kept getting the scoops on everything - interviewing housekeepers, delivery men, gardeners and so on. These people seemed to know the take on everything.
My strongest memory of the whole ordeal was OJ driving the van down the highway and being followed by police on choppers. The funniest memory though is Ruby Wax interviewing him a few years ago. He grabbed a huge knife and pretended to stab her 'Psycho' style.



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