While you’re not looking

Mas­ters of Appren­tice, a 70s Aussie band, on was the radio this morn­ing. “A blast from the past”, it’s what we say to cap­ture that sen­ti­men­tal Sun­day morn­ing feel­ing. There are songs which are from my child­hood that are prob­a­bly not very good but I love them and make me think of those corny, magic moments.

Not because we’re far apart, and this is not so far apart from Oz. It always reminds me of pri­mary school, stand­ing out on the stage and singing this in front of amused parents.

In my heart and in my mind, this recalls gui­tar lessons dur­ing my pri­mary years after school. When I was a lit­tle girl I loved the gui­tar rif­fle in this, how it weaves in and out of the main rhythm and I did used to mimic the gui­tar wawa with my mouth.

Right there on my TV was my first Nick Cave expe­ri­ence. It was my anthem in high school, being your typ­i­cal teenage of angst and melancholy.

Down my spine and into the 80s was The Church and the Hunters and the dri­ves of end­less miles that I have trav­eled with my mother and my aunt, to count­less engage­ments that rests no mem­ory in my mind, but the jour­ney, star­ring out the win­dow lis­ten­ing to the radio or my walk­man, reflect­ing on what it means to be here in a soci­ety that is all about fend­ing for oneself.

Wish I knew what you were look­ing for, rum­mag­ing through the glove com­part­ment for tapes dur­ing road trip with friends. Of drink­ing too much and eat­ing too much junk, Crowded House was always the major­ity rule of sooth­ing those belly aches and heavy heads.

I fall… singing the rest of my day away.