So – who was the coolest Billy of the 80’s? Ocean? Joel? Baldwin? Not even close.

Rae just bought Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits and emailed me ‘Dancing With Myself’.

I’m sitting here tapping my feet, chair dancing and it’s all I can do to stop myself punching my fist in the air like Mr Idol in any of his clips. If only I could do the snarl.

How sad I am.

RetroAGoGo On My PC

Today’s music :

Fox On The Run, Sweet
Rhinestone Cowboy, Glenn Campbell
I Go To Rio, Peter Allen
Yesterday’s Hero, John Paul Young

Before you all get too worried and start calling the funny farm they are for a mixed CD. This one is ‘Songs From My Youth That I Should Never Have to Hear Again But You Like Them Anyway’.

Hearing A Song For The First Time

Oh dear. Growing up in a country town with it’s own radio station playing a varied mix left me exposed to many different sorts of music at a vulnerable age. It played everything from country, pop to rock at night so I think in my years there I must have heard ‘The Green Green Grass of Home’ at least 200 times.

It was only this morning though as I played my ‘The Best Of Tom Jones‘ while driving to work (any day that starts with ‘It’s Not Unusual’ and ‘Thunderball’ has to be a good day) that I realised this song was being sung from the perspective of a condemned prisoner who is just about to be executed and will never see the green green grass again.

Late New Years resolution : relisten to every song I’ve ever heard, just in case…

Guru Who?

MTV was on today and they played Guru Josh ‘Infinity : 1990’.

One lyric stood out. “1990’s, time for the guru”.

Guess it didn’t quite work out the way he intended, but what do you expect from a 1990 keyboard wiz with both a mullet and a pony tail?


It’s Christmas. Know how I can tell? It’s getting hot? Phee won’t stop talking about Santa? Nope. I know ’cause Bing Crosby is singing to me.

When I was but a lad Dad always seemed to be playing Merry Christmas, a collection of Chrissy songs crooned by the one and only Bing Crosby. Whenever I hear Bing singing any of these songs, but especially Christmas In Killarny, Mele Kalkimaki and It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas I’m taken back to Blamey St with the old 33rpm spinning and memories of wondering what Lego Santa was going to bring me.

Bing Says Party HardToday I heard Mele Kalikimaka on the audio at work and thought ‘I have to have a copy of that CD’. A quick trip to the shops and I now have it playing on my PC. Dad probably won’t believe it when he reads this but it’s true. Christmas ain’t Christmas without Bing, and it’s all thanks to you Dad.

The Clock On The Silo

If there’s one song that is so Melbourne it makes me home sick even when I’m at home it would be Leaps and Bounds by Paul Kelly. It has a line “The clock on the silo says 11 degrees” and many is the time I’ve had to call somebody as I drove past, or was on the train to the G just to say “the clock on the silo says 11 degrees”. Sadly The Age reports that the silos are coming down to be replaced by an office block.

Thankfully the sign is protected and it will be placed atop the new building but I wonder what my kids will think in years to come as we go by and dad mutters under his breath “the clock on the silos….”