The Clean Ocean Festival came and went, numbers were more than a little down because of an unfortunate but unavoidable clash with The Melbourne Grand Prix, and the opening game of the Footy (Australian Rules Football) season.
Lessons learned but it had its wonderful moments, be it the films, the great people involved or the walk along a lonely bush track to a large and ruffled ocean that afforded spectacle but nothing to ride.
I didn't manage to catch every session though I'd seen every film, of course. My standout was Ollie Banks, Dan Crockett and John Eldridge's little wonder, Without Thought. On a big screen it is sublime. A small, impressionist delight.
The selfish side of me got a hit too when, at the end of the Musica Surfica showing, Kylie Clark, the photographer commissioned to cover the event, came up to me and made my day.
Then this past week I've been playing host to Korduroy TV's Cyrus Sutton.
Needing a little help in connecting with things of interest in darkest Victoria, Cyrus has had a relentless schedule down here, hooking up with Maurice Cole and Wayne Lynch, all to fuel the beast that is his wonderful web channel. A great guy, thoughtful and reserved, with masses of accumulated wisdom for one so young. We've had the odd surf together, he even filmed old fatboy at it which is a bit groan inducing as it was fun onshore junk but when you are blessed with elephantine grace the vision, however good the cinematographer, is bound to disappoint.
On Sunday, Richard Tognetti and I had a quick surf, and after it introduced Cyrus to him, which prompted an invitation to backstage access and a chance to film the performance of The Glide on Monday night. That evening was without doubt the most transcending combination of live music and film I've ever experienced.
If it ever comes your way, see it. Sydney people.. go. Thursday and Friday this week.
In a couple of hours I'm picking Cy up and he's off to Sydney for perhaps a rest before heading back home to Cali.
Pics: A lonely track, Cy and Maurice, plus a row of shaping history, via Hipstamatic, outside The Chook Shed.
3 comments:
I got myself a ticket to the Friday night performance of The Glide, Mick. However, it's Thursday night now and I'm suffering a fully blown inner and outer ear infection. It's the whole weeping deal too: can't chew, swallow, sneeze or even stand up quickly without being reminded of how bothersome it is to have a body sometimes.
And hearing?.....eh, you'll have to turn it up Richard.
Hope these megadoses of Vitamin C do more than turn my urine bright orange.
Pat? How'd that happen?
It's actually Stu, though I am on my pat at the moment...
I like Kylie's photos of you Mick
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