I wish I could
play a musical instrument or sing but unfortunately I can do neither. I am
completely tone deaf and have a voice that resembles a cat being strangled.
This is all rather tragic as I love music and as I wander around the streets of
Singapore my iPod is constantly blaring in my ears. I am listening to music
now. I always do when I write. I have my favorite songs and bands from when I
was young. This is so long ago now that the music is considered retro.
Retro is a
shortening of the word retrospective. This is a derivation of the Latin word
"retrospectare" which means "look back". My son Tom
can sing like an angel and he can also play music from sight. Tom can get on a
piano and belt out a tune without any effort at all. Tom puts me on to current
music and bands that I really like. We have the same taste in music. He often
sends me the names of Australian songs and bands that I download and listen to.
We both like the band the Hilltop Hoods and The Cat Empire too.
When I was
about the same age Tom is now I lived in a large share house with seven or
eight other people. There were sometimes more as people drifted in and out. We
were all university students. The house was a huge and ancient decrepit place
in the suburb of Richmond in the inner city Melbourne. The house was more than
a hundred years old and had horse stables out the back. We thought it was
haunted but we used to smoke a lot of dope back then so it probably wasn't.
The house in
York street was famous for the big parties that we used to host. They were often
impromptu and hundreds of people would attend. Our neighbors were a motorcycle
gang called the Bandidos who looked very scary but they were actually very nice
guys. They came to all of our parties.
There was
never any trouble.
Often at the
parties a live band would play in the stables. We knew quite a few proper
musicians and they would set up their amplifiers and they played their music
very loud. Despite my complete absence of music ability I was in a band for a
short while. My mate Berty and I were the lead singers. If I had to describe a
genre we were sort of punk and the Sex pistols were our primary influence .- so
singing wasn't really required. It was more screaming. I wrote the lyrics for a
number of our songs. We had a couple of proper musicians in the band.
A guy named
Steve Brooks was studying music at Melbourne University and he was our lead
guitarist. Last I heard he was a successful session musician and he has played
and toured with many quite famous groups. Our drummer was a very hairy guy
called Lewis Burdikin. Lewis died of a heroin overdose about twenty years ago.
That was very tragic and we were all very shocked when we heard the news. He
was a very smart guy who got lost. We hadn't kept in touch with Lewis as you
sometimes do with friends, and none of us knew that he had an addiction.
If we knew we
would have helped or we would have tried at least.
The name of
our base guitarist was Dick Merriweather. Dick was one crazy fucker who was
very big into special effects. He tried unsuccessfully to convince Berty and I
to set our heads on fire for one of the gigs we played at a university union
night. His idea was that we would put swimming caps covered in Vaseline on our
heads and then put kerosene impregnated panty hose over them which we would
ignite during the show. We were young and naive but we weren't that stupid.
Ironically Dick is now a prominent surgeon back in Australia where he runs a
burns unit.
The name of
our band was the Fukedz and yes we actually played a couple of gigs to packed
out houses. Two gigs to be precise. They were at universities and we even got
paid. Our most prominent song was a number called "Baby Noise". Bert
and I penned the lyrics and it was very punk and politically incorrect. During
this song Bert and I would wear Klu Klux Clan outfits and we played kazoos
between choruses. At one of the gigs my brother attended and he was charged
with letting off flares next to the stage. It was Dick's idea for special
effects. With hindsight it was very dangerous but no one got hurt and the crowd
loved it.
They went off.
I can only
remember the first couple of lines of the song "Baby Noise". They
were:
Baby's got
a gun
The gun's
full of lead
Pulls on
the trigger
Blows off
it's head
That's what
happens
When you
give them loud toys
Blood on
the baby
Play that
noise
Baby noise
....
We would rip
the heads off baby dolls we had on the stage during this song and throw them
into the crowd.
Here are a
couple of pictures of the Fukedz in action:
Here is a
picture of Berty and I when we are about 20 years old. Remember this was the
1980's. We were all hair and attitude - but mostly hair.
It was very
good fun but we were never going to be a success. I am smiling now as I recall
those times. They were an era when we were really alive and nothing seemed
impossible. We were brash and brave and were full of hope and dreams. We didn't
dwell on things like consequences or responsibilities and we lived in the
moment. We thought we were indestructible. We were footloose and we were fancy
free. I know Berty will be smiling too at these memories as he reads this.
Won't you mate? I wish you were here with me now so we could remember those
days together.
So long ago
now. So long ago.
Those
were the days.
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