Pretty Little Things…. A Tribute to Hayden James’ EP Artwork


I am really  a sucker for great artwork – mostly on album covers and wine bottles. Now if you think that says a lot about me personally maybe you should think again. Hey c’mon I just really like pretty things and I’m more willing to part with the hard earned when it looks real nice as well as serves some sort of function. You must admit that music and wine do kind of go hand in hand!


This cover art on electronic musician, Hayden James self-entitled EP is simply amazing and I do have to say it really influenced my decision to buy the album. I’m not joking. I listened to the tracks but it was the artwork that pulled me in initially.


I didn’t own other persuasive knowledge at the time like that, James is on the Future Classic label, a label that also features the artist Flume – whose music has just about rocked everyone’s world who has come in touch with him. Call it intuitive, call it crazy, call it down right stupid if you will. I pick things cos their pretty.

Why are we so attracted to pretty things even when have been beaten down with the old adage;

it’s really what is inside that counts’?


Can you just love art for art’s sake? I think you can. We could have a long discussion about Andy Warhol and the commodification of art in the Postmodern Era. But we won’t. I’m just going to own it. Hayden James, the artwork on your album rocks and it looks real pretty next to the Parallel Paradise EP by Hermitude cover in my iTunes. Amen.









Would my life be more fulfilling if I watched Aussie Rules Football? (A Fiona Apple fan speaks….)



I love Fiona Apple. You can listen to her music over and over and over and never get sick of it. I must have listened to Tidal hundreds of times yet it still blows me away upon every listen.  How cannot you not love someone whose song lyrics include:

 When all I do is beg to be loved”.

I think Pitchfork magazine summed up the how, the why and the what of Fiona Apple is in this interview with Carrie Battan.

And, at 34, the singer’s energy is coiled as tightly around a core of human emotion as it was during her Tidal days in the 1990s. She still seems so tethered to pure feeling that she has nothing left to expend on the practical and logistical concerns of the world around her…”

Battan captures for me how I would, if I could describe what Fiona Apple’s album’s are like and the emotional well (if you like) of whence they came. I’m talking like I know Fiona Apple! The scary thing about her is that she puts everything into her music, her heart, her sweat, her life, her energy, her soul and you think you that you do get to know a piece of Fiona Apple. I’m even assuming that I know that much! The truth is probably that the more you think you know of Apple the more she would be there to confound you with a clever contradiction. Yep I really like her a lot. I think she is fascinating. And I guess the reason I like her so much is that she just is who she is. She is this great artist, who you can’t really say you know despite the fact she puts it all out to bare in her albums.

I was at work today. Sometimes I work. I try to work. I do bits and pieces of this and that. This job though was quite a serious one. Temping in an administration role for an accountancy firm. I really enjoyed all the people that worked there. My interview consisted of the Office Manager driving 100 kilometres to meet me for five minutes.  She said:

I don’t believe in interviews

So that was it! I got the job…

Anyways I was at work and my boss gave me his business credit card to buy nespresso pods for the office. I was trying to make light conversation as it was awkward him standing there whilst I went through the many various screens of the Nespresso website. It was his last day before he went on annual leave.

I said: ‘You must be getting excited’.

He then stated in a tone: ‘What? -about the Grand Final?’.

I said: ‘No about going away for annual leave and then I added for good measure ‘that I didn’t like football and didn’t watch it ( so no I didn’t mean the Grand Final).

He then said ( in a very serious way) : ‘Your life would be much better if you followed football’.

I told him: to ‘get over himself – (in a joking kinda non-disrespectful way)’.

To which he stated again: ‘that my life would be a lot better if I followed a team.’ ( he didn’t say that in a joking way at all by the way…)”

So then I came home. Actually I really started to think about what he said the instant he said it. I started thinking would my life be better if watched football and had a team. Went to games and supported my side. Wore a scarf and screamed and shouted when the team got a goal. Was the fact that I didn’t have a team make me an incomplete person? I don’t know, maybe I’m weird. Give me Fiona over football any day. I’m just that kind of gal.


Keep Calm and Write Poetry…



Many of us went through the bad poetry phase during our teenage years.  Most of it was pretty awful. Dark, morbid, badly written. Luckily this expression of angsty  melancholy dissipated with age ( well for most of us anyway). At some point the majority figure out that sitting around and arguing about the colour of curtains – are they peach or pink? Just doesn’t really get you anywhere. Goon and smokes, parents garages, rock classics, the philosophising, the pontificating, the witticisms were a period or at the very least a phase that one grew out of, moved on from.

This has been a really hard post to write. What started out as a kind of review of Coldplay’s song Clocks turned into an adventure into the history of modern literature and poetry. Now how does what I have just written about relate to what I am now writing about? Let me explain. Coldplay? Why? Well I’ve always like Chris Martin’s lyrics. But once I started digging into why one writes what they write in the time in which they write it. I had to embrace the fact that Chris Martin’s lyrics – although they ‘work’ with the music and can be quite cleverly rhymed are really in the context of writing and literature abstract poetry. I call lyrics poetry simply because in Latin the verb ‘poieo’ mean to create.  Lyrics are created and I believe can be some of the most powerful poetry to listen to.

Abstract Poetry was a term popularised by Dame Edith Sitwell in the early 1920’s.  It was actually the Futurists and Dadaists who were the pioneers of sound poetry. Abstract poetry or sound poetry  ‘is verse that makes little sense grammatically and syntactically but relies on auditory patterns to create its meaning and poetic effects.’  That is it sounds good but it doesn’t really mean a hell of a lot.

If you analyse Coldplay’s Clocks it does say something but in a very abstract way. It points to ideas but doesn’t specifically create a narrative. For example:

 Confusion never stops

Closing walls and ticking clocks

Gonna come back and take you home

I could not stop that you now know, singing…..

What does it mean? It could mean a number of things and that is beauty or the downfall of sound/abstract poetry.

Okay so what does that all mean in terms of Clock’s by Coldplay? Does the the abstract nature of their lyrics make them  ( the lyrics)  more versatile and relevant to a broad audience. Maybe that is part of Coldplay’s success. They don’t say much, or what they do say can be interpreted in so many different ways that it has a relevance to a wide group of listeners. Just thinking that that really bad poetry that one used to write may have a place somewhere! Now that I know that it has a proper name and is a real genre of writing there  may be hope for angsty wordsmiths with a penchant for wordplay after all.


Strike A Pose


Photo by: Denisse Cotes

My first experience with hot Yoga was some four months ago.  I had been practising Vinyassa Yoga, weekly with a client when my cousin suggested I try a Bikram class. I really didn’t know what to expect. I was surprised I could do almost all of the poses and was in awe of those students who could do the sequences so gracefully! The heat was overwhelming- it is true, you really do sweat  buckets.

Bikram Yoga was developed by Bikram Choudhury who began practicing yoga at the age of four. Bikram Yoga combines a 26 posture sequence which is practised in a heated room. The heat makes the body more flexible and supple – when you sweat impurities are flushed out of the body through the skin. Bikram and Yoga in general are fantastic for the body – Yoga teaches you not only how to breathe properly but also has several health benefits. Recent Scientific studies into Yoga have found that it is beneficial for a wide range of problems from lower back pain to mental health issues.

The second time I attempted hot Yoga was in a class where the room was heated to 38 degrees. The difference between hot yoga and Bikram is the style of Yoga practiced. Bikram Yoga is developed from Hatha Yoga whilst other hot styles of Yoga incorporate different methodologies. The hot Yoga class I was doing the second time round was Vinyassa or flow yoga which incorporated many of the poses used in Bikram. Having not been to a Vinyassa class regularly, for a while I was really struggling with the poses. Before the class I was told to rest if I couldn’t do anything which is the key to building up to be an elegant hot yoga practitioner. It’s not easy watching other yoga goers do all the poses when you can’t manage the tree pose! I was disheartened the first class went so well! The point though of Yoga is that it is a personal experience, you are at the class to develop and learn at your pace. The root of the word Yoga is the “Yug’ which means to join together. The word yoga literally means union and implies that the individual is united with the Universe. Yoga is the path of witnessing inner states in order to find happiness within – by entering a state of freedom, pure consciousness and enlightenment, also known as samadhi. 

The almost military style of Bikram won’t appeal to everyone and being in a small heated room with thirty other people sweating it out isn’t a lot of people’s idea of fun but hot Yoga or more specifically Bikram Yoga is an experience.  When I walked out of my first Bikram Yoga class I was buzzing and floated through the day. Samadhi? Perhaps not – but on the path – maybe!

According to Georg Fuernstein ‘we are all philosophers’. Fuerstein is a German Indiologist specializing in Yoga who has  authored over 30 books on Mysticism, Yoga, Tantra, and Hinduism. He believed that we all ask the essential questions who am I? From where do I come? and what must I do? 

Abraham Maslow a Western philosopher developed the Hierarchy of Needs Model. In this model he believed our goal was self – actualisation. By meeting basic needs such as the needs for food, shelter and the need to belong we work our way up the pyramid to more developed needs. This person-centred approach to behavioural studies has much in common with Georg Feurnstein’s idea that we all ask the same questions. 

In the West the word philosophy comes from the Latin ‘Philo’ or Love and ‘Sophia’ meaning wisdom. It’s combined meaning is the ‘love of wisdom’. Metaphysics is concerned with the ultimate structure of reality. Typical questions asked in epistemology are does life have meaning? Does God Exist? and How does one event cause another?

Where the Western approach to Philosophy is based on the scientific rational model the East relies more on personal insight, intuition and spiritual discipline alongside rational argument. Whereas in Western ways of thinking we have a linear view of the universe and history based on Christian philosophy, the Eastern view of the universe is cyclical. Whilst Westerner’s are outer-world dependent Easterners believe that there is an interconnectedness between all things. For Easterner’s their beliefs are religious and social systems as well as philosophies. Feurnstein states, ‘ The main difference between Eastern and Western thought is that Eastern philosophy has retained links with psychology and mysticism where as western thought has concentrated on abstracting only those claims that be examined on the basis of reason and evidence.’

Although the West is becoming more ‘Eastern’ in flavour by incorporating Eastern ideas into Western philosophy as Maslow’s Hierachy of Needs Model demonstrates (Maslow’s belief that people strive toward self-actualisation is very similar to the Eastern notion of Samadhi or Englightenment). Western philosophy or ‘love of wisdom’ is still rooted in a Judeo-Christian linear view of the world and history and a rational, scientific, reasonable evidence based outlook on life. Bikram revolutionises the way we look at ourselves and the way we treat our bodies by allowing us to involve mysticism in our lives. Perhaps a step towards a union? East and West? – Maybe.



Oh what a mess!

The table is a complete mess. The kitchen is a mess too. Clothes are strewn on the 8 seater dining table. Here I sit, with my laptop, H20 (which has not been touched), Ruby Sparks, Acrylic Medium, paint, clay and chinese inspired paper. This is just at one end! At the other is a nearly finished painting. It is one of two that I will enter in the local art competition where my parents live. 

They have a cattle farm which is about 150 km’s south of Perth. They moved to the outskirts of the town some 15 years ago which in small town terms nearly makes them locals! The art competition has been running for several years now. The opening night party is always a blast. Practically the whole town shows up. There are fairy lights and everyone brings a plate.

I’m in this strange headspace of giving up smoking. Yes I’m still having a few, but it doesn’t taste good anymore. So in my head I’ve given up but my bodily habit of sitting down and going through the motions of having a cigarette are still there. I don’t know what to do with all the extra time I have even though there is obviously things for me to do. Motivation zero.

My Bf and I went to my parent’s place to catch up with my cousin and his wife the other night. My mum had made this mega carrot cake that looked really impressive.. So tonight I made dinner for my Bf and I was like, ‘do you want some vegies’ and he said ‘are they crispy like your mum’s?’.  

Mum is usually a really crap baker and she actually had to cut a hole in the carrot cake because it wasn’t cut properly in the middle ( only something she shared with me).  My bf (half jokingly?!) was like ‘ can you make me a carrot cake tomorrow?!!!!!’

Ha ha I told him that he was treading a very fine line comparing my cooking to my mum’s. Super sensitive me came out in spades. And no my vegies weren’t crispy like my mum’s and no I’m def not making a carrot cake anytime soon! As for the house that is tomorrow’s job…