Big@l 

Didn’t’ think you’d mind me sharing these gems…

Ten Canoes

http://au.movies.yahoo.com/Ten+Canoes/movie/14145/

…we’ve got it on a kinda loop as visual background around here. 

I really dig the narrator &, as you’ve said, the humor. If you aren’t

reached by this narration, you're flatlined…or duly digitized. 

People essentially haven’t changed much. 

& then there’s another flick by the same film company

that I saw on late late night IFC:

The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada (2005)

http://www.amazon.com/Three-Burials-Melquiades-Estrada/dp/B000F8O2QU/sr=1-1/qid=1171675330/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-8051313-8071216?ie=UTF8&s=dvd

Way too good a movie (Western of a sort, I had to adjust to the CW music a bit…but then settle right in).  This is a powerful heavy piece.  One might think Sean Penn directed it,

&/or contrasts have been made to Sam Peckinpah.

Kev Carmody

Among other things, you wrote:

http://www.kevcarmody.com.au/news.html
I'm looking forward to the upcoming tribute album.  [Cannot Buy My Soul]

I enjoyed what I listened to, lots!

Its…

unreal how much depth of acoustic guitar driven folk rock you’ve got down under, bro.  The peeps gota heartbeat down there, yep.  & it wasn’t that I was being purposefully over enthused about all things…uh…uplifting yesterday, it’s just with the Lenapes having moved too far away to interact with them on a regular basis, we’ve been partly forced back into pop culture again, to that degree that everyone who leaves their house & takes to the roads of the States does.  It pulls at a day’s notions of wellworn priorities, the good & bad, the clock.  & with the introduction of Xavier Rudd’s earthy-oceanic-tribal-aboriginal-rhyme-rhythmic respects and depth of spirit & tone there has come a meaningful dawning....  And then (although 90 minutes flies by like a bandicoot bolts from one side of a field to the other evading the spear), as if Xavier isn’t enough, even just the first 5 minutes of Ten Canoes…in just the right sort of accessible mood…has helped to bring Shelby-Babee & I back a few vital steps into that lifesaving glaze of rooted-love-for-the-day & a juke-step away from the FUD that can start to distance modern people from the whole-hearth…for sake of our day-to-day rigor & moribund passages. 

Whose day-to-day rigor & moribund passages? 

So that’s the rub with my sentiments yesterday.  Not to hammer you with my feminine side…hehe…but more to toss back a pint and celebrate a wee bit o the blarney day.  Not sentimental as much just filled with appreciation for the new (very new while also very old) Aussie input that rekindles that spark, that fackin mental image of humanity as it’s essential being; well-knowing the people are out there fighting to keep the candlefires burning, to jab-jab-cross the buggers at every turn, & to constantly restart the old-hat things of good gritty down to earth interconnected meaning that pop culture means to

pull us away from on a daily basis.  Yada-yada-yada.  But I think you get my point.  G’day mate.  :O)