Ryan Adams – Enmore Theatre. 24 July 2015
There’s a safe masculinity to Ryan Adams. 14 years after his first album he’s still writing enjoyable catchy love songs with plenty of guitar. The music is infused with the foundations of the Doors, Led Zeppelin (yes I know they’re not American) and Creedence Clearwater Revival, which has evolved into the post-grunge wave of American Rock that rejected Nirvana, Pearl Jam and the Stone Temple Pilot’s dark struggles for identity in favour of ham-fisted (yet highly addictive) expressions of love. This is the Americana of The Heights, the Goo Goo Dolls and Five For Fighting. There’s no doubt Adams does it well. In a genre of one hit wonders he’s gone the distance.
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Like a lot of things with politics, I came to know about Gough late. I was of a generation who inherited his government’s landmark reforms – reforms I’ll forever be thankful for and hold as a model of progressive government – get in there and move things forward, don’t just tinker with the engine to make it run more efficient. Continue reading Two songs and two books with Gough Whitlam
Today at work I was writing a submission which I’d been avoiding doing for a couple of weeks. The subject matter is reasonably dry – the remaking of a Heritage Regulation, because the previous one is about to expire.
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I know I should be getting serious and writing some kind of obituary for George Bush’s Presidency, but it seems that I can’t shake sport from the brain this week.
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