from the ridiculous to the sublime

How could these both be music?

Saturday night: National Junk Band. A chance to be silly and proud of it. Some hot uke licks and some excellent gags. Sorry Marcus - we weren't laughing AT you ...
After the show, so happy it hurt. And then I heard two guys sitting at the bar talking about the gig:
"Watchya think?"
"Yeh - it was different. "
"Yeh."
They reminded me of the two hecklers in the Muppets and in fact I had a quick check for big Jim Henson hand but couldn't see anything (puppeteers are clever these days).

Sunday arvo: Waverley Bondi Beach Band's tribute concert to Cliff Goodchild. Most of the concert was conducted by Paul Goodchild, but Cliff got up at the end and took the band through "Black and White Minstrel Show" which was really what the audience had been waiting for. He formed the band in 1959 nd only passed the baton in March this year. A well-deserved standing ovation. And I must say that the tenor horn section was sounding pretty hot in spite of my absence for the past eleven years. Actually, because of it.

I was excited to read that "the Black Rider: The Casting of the Magic Bullets" is coming to the Sydney Festival. I wonder whether there'll be fisty-cuffs to get tickets or whether the audience will be twenty-or-so people whose venn diagrams cross Tom Waits and William Burroughs.