Text life

Some of the books I enjoyed this year

Top five

Each year, when I remember, I share the top new posts on this blog

  1. Wisdom from Uncle Iroh
  2. Humans of Boards of Canada
  3. Ozzy! Ozzy! Ozzy!
  4. Muddy mix
  5. Toxic avengers

These results reflect the popular additions during the year and I acknowledge that some older material might have had more visitors than current preoccupations.

It's interesting to see that, when I returned to making these lists last year, I made a resolution to post more in 2025.

This year I've posted the most since 2017.

12 tones of Christmas

I've been cultivating a friendship with a local guitarist

At Christmas he surprised me with a bag of guitar parts, including a red Fender and a couple of necks.

The right-handed guitar had a left-handed neck, which isn't uncommon since it gives a strong Hendrix vibe.

It also was missing a couple of screws and resisted adding more, an issue that revealed two had already snapped off in the heel of the neck.

I swapped that neck for the next one, which was also branded Fender and it felt like that was meant to be.

The slim profile of the guitar body suited the slim neck, and it felt really fast to play.

I realised it was a style of guitar that suggested it was late 1980s or early '90s when shredding was popular.

After filing off the broken screws on the warped left-handed neck, I was able to revive a busted guitar that I already owned and it now has a good character despite some intonation issues that I continue to tweak.

Anyway, as I reflected on now having two more working guitars, I offered my new friend the "Grungemaster" guitar he'd admired when visiting.

They say it's difficult to make new friends in middle age and I'm grateful for how my new fixation on pulling apart guitars has created so much joy in recent months.

My mind is often pondering the possibilities of modifications and there are so many to explore.

And it's wonderful to have found someone interested in hearing the results, as it must bore my family.

In the meantime I'm humming "12 days of Christmas" with words about how my new friend gave to me three guitar necks, a bag with "decent pickups" and a busted Fender Stratocaster.

 

2025 in one minute

Still life

While visiting my sister I woke from a dream about being at a school and teachers asking I to build a pop-up skull

I think I mentioned it to her, but it was still surprising when she suggested we make art on Saturday afternoon.

She identified there were the flowers given to her after our father's death and a collection of animal skulls to choose from.

It seems like a memento mori scene and was fun to try using watercolour pencils.

Reminds me that I should draw more often.


Stronger protections

I love time travel stories so this should be fun

Spilt Milk in Canberra

Took my son to this music festival in Canberra and it felt like the first time I'd been to something like the Big Day Out in decades 

This guy was a highlight of Spilt Milk and it seems unusual for a local act to compete with the headliners, which were also hiphop amongst a heavily pop lineup.

I mean, some of the other bands I'd heard on those rare moments I listen to Triple J but mostly one could tell when they were playing a single because everyone would whip out their phone to film it.

One of the strengths of Genesis' set was his wide variety of influences and tempo shifts, as well as energetic movement across the stage he held on his own.

(And occasionally I'd look to see what the sound guy was doing, because I kept recognising his VSTs.)

Recent performances

The "performative reading" fad led me to contemplate which book I took to jury duty yesterday

In the end I decided to lean into it with my copy of Masculinity In The Modern West by my former history lecturer Chris Forth, whose unit History of The Self I failed but enjoyed a lot.

Sitting at the courthouse gave me a couple of hours of reading time and, aside from being the only person I saw reading a book, I was also the only person wearing a mask. 

Anyway, dear reader, my performances didn't stop there. 

The case involved a couple who'd been arrested with a commercial quantity of cannabis and the judge clearly did not want any jurors who didn't want to be there.

He implored people to come forward if they have sleep apnoea!

So I raised my hand and took the opportunity to tell the room that I supported drug law reform and in particular thought cannabis should be decriminalised. 

The judge told me I was dismissed. 

Careless classic

Currently revisiting the Primus drummer auditions with my son and thought to investigate this band

George Michael's poignant song is beautifully rendered in a soulful way, and the rest of their set is great too. 

Another modern classic for your delection!