The other day I found Harold Budd while listening to the Boren and The Club of Gore channel on Pandora, so I looked him up and found this album on the tube. I thought Harold Budds name sounded familiar and soon figured out where I had heard of him: my dearly departed friend Matthew Sorensen used to play me this album when hed sneak out of the Grammar boarding house and come over to my place a lot of nights because he didnt much like it there. Hed get into bed with me after plugging his ipod in or putting on a record and wed lay there in silence listening to tunes or talking all night. This album he put on one night when he was particularly distressed and we lay in the semi dark drinking gin I had pinched from my mum and smoking Kent cigarettes (back in the days when a pack would last us a week and cost us $8). Matt taught me a lot about music and he introduced me to Brett Bevege and Harriet Hudson who would subsequently invite us to a Happy Christmas show at 610 and introduce us to the wonderful world of the Brisbane underground. Finally we had found somewhere we could feel like ourselves, where we belonged. Everyone was so accepting and lovely and genuinely interested/ interesting. In the following weeks we would see Turnpike, On/ Oxx, The Nightcrash among many others and learn more about music in just a few weeks/ months than we did in years of searching by ourselves and making our way through my uncle and aunts combined record collections which consisted mainly of old Australian punk. Wed often mused over whether or not a scene existed like the scene in Melbourne in the late 70s early 80s and wished that we had lived then... We found what we needed and became grateful for living in the time we did and that I still do. Its been around eleven years now since we went to our first show and since I started playing shows with my first band, Frou-Frou Foxes, and received the level of understanding I/ we couldnt find anywhere else. I am eternally grateful to those who were so supportive and eager to educate (you know who you are, Michelle Brown, Ying-Li Hooi, and many others) and I wish that my dear friend Matt could be here to see what is happening now. Even though he cant and we will never fall asleep listening to tunes again, I will always love him and will always appreciate his honesty and deep knowledge of music and literature, and his thirst for something more that led him to meeting Brett and Harriet and sparking up a friendship with them over MSN messenger. Without him I dont think I would have found what I was looking for, I was always just a little too scared. Matt taught me not to be and encouraged my music and my relinquishing of inhibitions. Thanks Matt, and thanks all. Im having one of those sentimental/ nostalgic kind of days but Im glad to feel this way from time to time. XOX
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 00:34:47 +0000
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