Gertrude’s Diary #22 – Prayer, pigs and podcasting

Gertrude's Diary

I keep a copy of St Francis of Assisi”s Peace Prayer above my desk. Whenever I feel particularly ticked off with something or someone, I try to remember to read it. Today I”m focussing on the line, “where there is injury [let me sow] pardon”. That”s “sow” as in seeds, not as in a female pig. You see, I”m a little outraged because I offered a jar of my special marmalade, made with seville oranges, limes and big, juicy bush lemons to an acquaintance, and he pulled a face and said, “I don”t know, it sounds inedible”. How rude! That”s “rude” as in what a pig.

On a lighter note, you may have heard about our recent performance podcast at the National Film and Sound Archive. I”d like to gush about what a fantastic job was done by everyone involved, but that would probably be excruciatingly boring. So, I”ll be brief; the musicians were fantastic, the crowd were warm and appreciative, our special guest was charming, the venue was delightful, and the management and technical staff at the NFSA were helpful and gracious. Johnboy wrote that we had a blast up on stage. That”s true. I had a blast of nerves-induced adrenaline followed by a mild depression.

But quite seriously, Insatiable Banalities has been a great experience chiefly because there is so much truly good, original Canberra music. Musicians are everywhere in this town! I can hardly walk through Civic without seeing one of them. If all the musicians in Canberra were to stand together in one place at the same time, it would probably be really, really noisy.

And musicians are fun to be around. Who is that wise philosopher poet? Why, the musician, of course! That flamboyant young man drinking strong liquor, surrounded by beautiful girls? That fascinating woman? The goofy guy with the great rhythm? You guessed it, they”re musicians.

There”s a downside too, and I”ll include it just so you don”t get the idea that I”m biased. I speak of the musician”s tendency to be just a wee bit obsessive over certain details, especially in relation to musical recording and reproduction. Anyone who has ever endured endless sessions in a studio trying to achieve consensus among a number of equally opinionated people will know exactly what I mean.

Then again, I”ve noticed a similar tendency toward boring
detail among public servants. Some days it”s just me and my database.

Thank heavens for the music.


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