Wednesday,
19th August 2009
If you know me, you know I love Catherine Deveny. Here she lists points against which you can measure your Melbournianess, which include:
- When diarising anything in September you first consult the footy fixture.
- You’ve attended a children’s party that had rice-paper rolls, cous cous salad, croquembouche and a pinata.
- You refer to rococo furniture as “very Franco Cozzo”.
- You felt betrayed when you discovered Melbourne was not the only place in the world with trams.
- You’ve looked out the window of Puffing Billy and waved like an idiot at the cars at the railway crossing. And you’ve watched Puffing Billy pass as you sat in a car at the railway crossing, and waved like an idiot.
- You think beyondblue does great work but you hate the way it makes Jeff Kennett look good. Which is depressing.
- Jon Faine shits you but you can’t switch him off.
- You pretend the Sydney-Melbourne rivalry doesn’t exist. Which it doesn’t. Because Sydney doesn’t care. And that really shits you.
- You brag Melbourne is the creative capital of Australia, but your walls are full of signed football jumpers.
- Your kid’s favourite foods are sushi, spanakopita and felafel. Which are also the names of the three kids they sit next to at school.
- If a friend gets a new boyfriend or girlfriend, your first question is, ”Who do they barrack for?”
- You lose respect for friends if they move over the other side of the river.
Tuesday,
19th January 2010
Played 1,293 time(s).
Last song at The Tote.
The drones with Joel Silbersher on vocals singing My Pal by Joel’s band GOD.
Fucking amazing. Nuff said.
Update: Download here.
Tuesday,
11th May 2010
The newer Australian suburbs I grew up in were largely typified by a rat’s nest of streets. Streets and roads led into avenues and crescents which lead into courts, places and culs-de-sac. Once I lived in a court which came off another court, causing pizza delivery men unending confusion.
The reasoning behind such planning was that lower levels of traffic led to quieter, safer communities. Kids could play in the streets, safe in the knowledge that a semi-trailer wasn’t about to come barrelling around the corner. Vehicles could get around their neighbourhoods much easier with none of the congestion you might find in the suburbs of the Victorian era.
Research from the University of British Columbia suggests that such town planning leads to problems of its own. As there’s a lot less traffic in these areas, there are fewer observant citizens and crime is able to flourish. Long, winding and dead-end streets mean that getting from A to B actually takes much longer than it would in a neat grid. This discourages walking in neighbourhoods and encourages the use of cars, resulting in higher levels of pollution and lower levels of fitness and health.
Governor Tim Kaine of Virginia recently passed a law limiting the number of culs-de-sac in new developments, pointing out that they’re also a lot more costly to provide amenities to.
It’s only fair that I point out that I am an inner-suburb-living soy-latté-drinking bicycle-riding Hoddle-grid-lover, and that the crime statistics in Melbourne don’t back up these theories at all. But in a country growing fatter that needs to reduce its dependence on oil, it’s certainly an idea worth thinking about.
Thursday,
10th June 2010
I’ve said my goodbyes. I really don’t expect The Tote to reopen and be the same as it was. I don’t really know what I was expecting — perhaps it would become some kind of rock ‘n’ roll disco, or maybe a quiet local’s pub. Hell, it could’ve been knocked down to make way for a car park, a Red Rooster, or medium-density housing.
So why aren’t I jumping for joy on the eve of the venue’s reopening?
I’m worried about the new owners, Seventh Tipple. For many years they’ve operated Pony in the CBD, which has served as the destination for trendy young things looking to get smashed and make out with strangers since the days I counted myself as young and lucky enough to be allowed in.
They also operate Bar Open, a long-lived venue on Brunswick Street which has a history of getting bohemian types smashed since the long gone days when hippies actually lived in the area. It also provides the perfect venue for making out with strangers thanks to its many dark corners.
Recently Seventh Tipple have opened Yah Yah’s in Collingwood which is fast becoming a noted destination for trendy folks in their late twenties and early thirties for getting smashed and making out with strangers.
Notice a pattern?
Hopefully I’m wrong. Hopefully it’s just me who sees this pattern and that my observations of Seventh Tipple venues aren’t typical. But somehow I doubt it.
The Tote reopens today to a selection of industry folks, a sharp contrast to the the way it closed a few months ago.
Back then, only staff, musicians playing on the night and a couple of hundred punters were allowed in for a day of ear-shattering, debaucherous rock ‘n’ fucking roll. The punters allowed in were the ones lucky enough to snaffle tickets in a half hour period from a website which, under immense load, was rendered almost useless. I would’ve given a lot to be there, but unfortunately couldn’t get a ticket.
Now, Seventh Tipple have invited the Age in for an exclusive first look at The Tote 2.0, and tonight’s launch will be exclusively attended by those in the entertainment industry. The cynic in me imagines Angela Bishop and Richard Wilkins interviewing Molly Meldrum on the red carpet leading into the band room out back.
As I said, I hope I’m wrong. Seventh Tipple deserve a lot of credit for re-hiring a lot of the original staff and trying to stay true to the venue’s much-loved history.
All I’m saying is that I’m not getting my hopes up.
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