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Posted on April 24, 2013 by
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As a young man I worked on David Bowie's Australian tour in which he inhabited the persona of The Thin White Duke. I even spoke to him backstage ...  he asked me where I got the sausage roll I was eating. I was too star struck to tell him it was a cheese and spinach pasty. In any case, he was brilliant, spectacular, cool.

Bowie had a massive bank of flourescent lights that acted as the stage backdrop. After an entire night with simple white lighting and just a splash of gold in the follow spots, they exploded in a cataclysmic show of white exactly on the line .... Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

I had been doing the lighting for the support act, The Angels. We were young and touring the world like immortals. A couple of weeks ago I attended a benefit gig for the lead singer, Doc Neeson. Doc is dying from cancer and the bass player, the gorgeous Chris Bailey, died a few days before the benefit. Only days after that Chrissie Amplett, who supported us on many tours, passed away. My sadness has been deeper than I would have anticipated. It was clearly not only of a personal nature but from sprang from a deep sense that a part of me that was still young, still travelling the world with a rock and roll band in very tight jeans, had also died .... Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

My business, Into the Blue Creative Walks, is about to become The Electronic Swagman Touring Company. It will be a welcome metamorphisis from the restraints of the past. It will flow with the reality of being a travelling writer and photographer. The recent Backhouse does Burra, an a cappella gospel singing extravanganza in the little South Australian town of Burra, is the new template .... Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

In this new incarnation of writer/blogger/photographer I need to learn to write my blogs without the illusion they mean anything. They don't. I stopped writing my weekly blogs because I sought perfect little stories and it took me days. Forget it. I am going to try to write daily and honestly and see what slips out between the typos. Like Tommie does every morning in the Wuffington Post.... Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

In the new traditon of blogs that are far less finished than I would like them to be I shall finish up now ... Vale Chris and Doc when you finally go. Vale Chrissie.... 

Turn and face the strain


Don't want to be a richer man


Turn and face the strain


Just gonna have to be a different man

Time may change me

But I can't trace time



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That sounds wonderful, you have been missed! A relief to see your pics and read your words again.I keep telling people about our wonderful walks, so be sure to keep us posted on what's happening.
Hey Stuart - I'll come down your way sometime soon.
I'd love to do more of your walks, too... I've fond memories of my time with you both in the desert. Still struggling to emerge from my current financial situation... changes indeed, and a long way from another trip to a "land down under", but the journey's been interesting and it's lovely to read your blogs again in the meantime. Have missed them.
Looking forward to reading your daily blog. Perhaps I will get to meet you next time I go to Oz to visit my mum & other family members, they are all over, Gorokan, Kanwal, Joondalup, Winston Hills & some cousins somewhere in S.Australia.
If you continue to write like that we will all be weeping with joy and sorrow every day.. bring it on....the world needs a voice such as yours to be the voice others cant voice!!
Life without change is a life not being really lived, enjoy the changes! I enjoy the honesty of your writing, seeking perfection is just another limit we impose upon ourselves. :)
Charlene McAllister
Enjoyed your blog today and appreciate your new approach to writing Raymond. As Leonard Cohen sang: "Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in".
Sharon Thiel
One of my two favorite lines from Leonard Cohen songs....thanks for applying it so aptly here :-)