Garma!

Wow. That was all that I expected it to be and more. The few people that I had talked to here in Sydney before I went, (who had been to the festival before,) built it up so much that by the time I was leaving Sydney I was almost worried that I was expecting too much from it... this was not the case.

I will only give a brief overview here, as: 1) I don't want to spend a ton of time right now on the internet describing it, and 2) I am not allowed to post pictures from the festival on my blog, so the visual images will have to wait until I see you all in person, and can give you a better idea of what I was fortunate enough to experience.

Each morning, I would wake up around 6:30 to be ready for breakfast at 7am. The usual breakfast was a choice of either cereal, or bacon,eggs, sausage, potatoes, etc... or both/ whatever you wanted. The tent that was our dining area was right on the edge of this escarpment, looking out on an incredible view: a great way to start each day. After breakfast, we would head back to our camp site to have our little morning meeting. This morning meeting could include anything from a welcoming ceremony provided by the Yolngu family hosting us, to a discussion about some cultural topic, to an overview of what the events of that day would hold, to simply a cup of tea/coffee and some friendly chatter with the other festival goers.

I was part of the 'cultural tourism' group, which included about 30 men and 70 women. A lot of the activities were divided up into groups of men and women. Some of the people there were doing study related things like me, while others were simply curious Australians who were interested in learning more about the Indigenous culture of their country. Over all, I think there were over 3000 people at the festival, probably about half Aboriginal, and half non-Aboriginal. A large portion of those people were there for the key forum, which was only a three day festival, rather than the five days that I was there... and also, it was mainly just lectures and discussions in tents around the camp grounds: much more boring that what I got to do.

Each day we would do some fun activity: spear making, fire making, fishing... etc. and then at 4 o'clock, we would all gather at the central ceremony grounds to watch the evening bunggul, (dance ceremony). This would run for 2 to 3 hours, and consisted of various clan groups from around Arnhem land coming in to perform a set of their traditional songs and dances for us. It was great because it was very much like a lot of the things I have been reading about, but I was actually there in the action. That was the greatest part of this festival, I really got to experience it, and be there first hand.

After the bunggul and then dinner, there were a number of options for the evening. You could either go to an astronomy session, led by some astronomers from nearby communities. (This was really cool, because they brought some big telescopes to look at the southern sky... they also told some stories that related the stars to Aboriginal culture.) Or, you could go to the nightly film showing, at which they would show various documentaries, short films, etc. about Aboriginal culture. Or... you could go to the nightly concert, where various Aboriginal/ non-Aboriginal groups would perform anything from rock and roll, country, hip-hop, etc... One of the most famous performers was Jimmy Little, who was one of the first Aboriginal country musicians to become famous (back in the 1960's). He is getting a bit older now, but is still playing, and is an amazing guy. I got to talk with him briefly later in the week, which was really cool. Anyways, the concerts would go past midnight usually, at which point I would drag myself back to my tent and pass out on my air mattress, to wake up and have another amazing day the next day.

It was such an amazing experience, and I'm so glad I was able to go up there and experience such a different culture than what I'm used to.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who have kept up with my blog this summer. It was nice to get comments from many of you at various points throughout my stay here in Australia, and just to know that you all were interested in what I was doing and learning. I can't believe how fast the time flew by, and that I'm already heading back to the States tomorrow. I look forward to sharing more of my pictures and stories with you all, as well as hearing about all that I missed back in the US.

signing off.
-the didgeridude.

The Three Sisters

A Little bit of useless trivia for you: August 1st is the official birthday of all racing horses in Australia. Little did I know, the official horse birthday is January 1st in the Northern hemisphere. Who knew?

Friday morning, Peter and I headed down to Newtown to meet up with Chris Gibson, the co-author of Peter's book 'Deadly Sounds, Deadly Places.' Chris's field is human geography, and his most recent work deals with the effects of tourism on certain areas of Australia. He is a really interesting guy, and was really friendly as well. I found it kind of interesting that he and Peter wrote this book together when they don't even work in the same field. I guess it makes sense though, as they could then bring in different ideas and viewpoints on the same subject. It turns out that they were originally introduced because they had done work in the same region, studying the same general area of Aboriginal culture. As a result, they started talking, and realized that they had many complementing ideas and worked really well together. First they wrote a few articles together, and then developed some of them further, along with new material, into this book. Cool.

After lunch, Peter and I went in to Zoo. It was interesting to see what sorts of animals they had there. Originally, the zoo didn't even have Australian animals... it was more the kind of zoo I would be used to seeing in the states. Eventually, however, they decided to add Australian animals as well, though, which is good. Now, in addition to the elephants, giraffes, lions, bears, etc... they also have the kangaroos, wallabies, echindas, koalas, snakes, etc. As part of the day, there was a bird show at a little outside amphitheater. To start it, they had this commentary playing over loudspeakers, and all of these birds were trained to fly in, run across the stage, or whatever. It was great. Then one of the trainers came out and talked for a while. She even had one of the birds go take a coin from one of the ladies in the audience, (and then later return it to her.)

Blue Mountains! This weekend I got to spend out in the Blue Mountains, which are beautiful. On Saturday morning I took the train out to Michaels house, (about a 70 minute ride) which is out in Blaxland... kind of at the foothills of the mountains. Michael is one of the other Music Ed professors, by the way. Over a cup of coffee, I got to meet his family, and then we chatted about what I could go out to see over the weekend. His family actually reminded me a lot of my family, which was kind of comforting. He has one daughter, and two sons, (the middle child's name is Luke.) They are all just a bit older than me, but all very interesting and very welcoming. His daughter is just starting her Ph.D research, and both of his sons are still studying at university, and making music on the side.

It ended up that on Saturday, Michael, his wife, and daughter came with me for some hiking, and drove me around to most of the major sites in the mountains. It was nice to have company, but it was also nice to have a guide pointing me in the right direction. The Blue Mountains are called blue because most of the trees that cover them are eucalyptus, and their leaves give off this oil that appears blueish when the light hits it. They are very different from the White Mountains that I'm used to, as they are sandstone instead of granite. Instead of the peaks you see in NH, these are more sort of plateau like, with shear dropoff cliffs. It was really cold on Saturday, much colder than in by the city... especially because of the wind. That night I went in to an art gallery with Luke and the others, and they were showing some old American juvenile delinquency videos. These videos were really ridiculous, it was funny to see how the government attempted to dissuade kids from joining gangs or doing drugs. One of the videos was of this man dressed up in a giant dog costume, McGruff, and he was telling stories about the bad effects of joining gangs, etc. I'm not saying that I want to join a gang or something, but I don't think they went about it the right way with these videos.

Sunday I woke up to an amazing homecooked breakfast back at Michaels house. Chocolate chip/almond pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup, freshly squeezed orange/grapefruit juice, bacon, coffee. mmmm. Following breakfast, I set out to explore the mountains more on my own. I went first to Wentworth Falls. I hiked from the rail station out to the national park on Darwins walk. (Apparently Charles Darwin walked this path.) Then I got out to the Valley of Water. There were a bunch of waterfalls coming down in and meeting down in the valley. It was a bit warmer on Sunday, so that was good. I continue to run into people who think that I'm Canadian, though a few have thought I was Irish as well??? I guess when they think of American accents, its more of a Southern accent they picture. The walk around Wentworth Falls took the better part of the day. Then I took a short train up to Katoomba, and did a brief hike around the Three Sisters. This is one of the more famous landmarks in the Blue Mountains, (Basically just three big rocks jutting up next to each other, which have an Aboriginal dreamtime significance behind them.) The day was starting to wind down, so I made my way back to the train, and caught a ride back to the city. From out at Katoomba it took a little over 2 hours to make it back in to Central station.

Tomorrow (Tuesday) I'm going in to see an opera at the Opera House! I figured that while I'm here, I should probably go to see a show at one of the worlds most famous opera houses. I'm really excited. Lucia Di Lammermoor.















(Left) A Koala and its baby in at the zoo.
(Right) The Three Sisters.















(Left) Me and the Webbs, with the mountains in the background.
(Right) One of the many pictures I took around the mountains.




















One of my favorite pictures of a waterfall that I took.


I don't know if I'll be able to update again before I head up to the Northern Territory, so this may be it for a while. I will definitely try to get at least a quick entry in after I get back from the festival though.

Time to put on my tourist pants

Saturday, before I headed over to the airport here in Sydney, I decided to do a few things around the city that I've been meaning to do. After a nice breakfast of bacon and eggs with Joey, I walked down to the Observatory. They have various exhibits set up showing the different telescopes and equipment that have been used over the years. They also had a bunch of displays of the southern sky, showing the constellations and things that you can see down here. On the top of the building is this thing called the Time Ball. Before the Observatory was built, there was no standard time in Sydney... so the Observatory measured the time by the movement of the stars, and this ball still raises and falls at 1 pm every day. cool. After that, I decided that I really wanted to walk across the Harbor Bridge. It seems like such an easy thing to do, but I've been putting it off and putting it off. I hear that it's one of the big touristy things that a lot of tourists don't get around to doing while the are in Sydney. Well, not me... I've walked across! It was nice, and gave a great view of the Harbor. You can pay lots of money to actually climb the bridge, but I didn't really see the need for that, and had plenty of fun just walking across.

I got to the airport extra early, as this was the first time I've ever had to go to an airport all by myself for a trip. I wanted to make sure that I got there in plenty of time to catch my plane. This meant I had checked in and was all set nearly two hours before my flight took off. Haha, at least I got some more good reading time. My flight was nice, nothing special, and took about three hours to get up to Cairns. The hostel I was staying at provides airport transfers, which was great. I stood out at the curb waiting for my ride. While I was waiting, vans from a bunch of other hostels showed up, all nicely decorated, clearly announcing which hostel they were from, with friendly drives and all. Then, this little rickity white unmarked van pulls up, and the driver jumps out yelling 'Nomads Esplanade!' That's me... Unfortunately the trunk of the van wouldn't open, so me and the other two girls (From Ireland) had to carry our bags in our laps. Haha, nice start. When I finally made it to the hostel, it was between 8 and 9 pm. I headed out and got some dinner, watched a little football on the TV at the restaurant, then made my way back to the hostel. I stayed in an 8 bunk room, and there were other kids from all over the world in my room. I find hostels a little bit sketchy, but really... everyone is in the same position. Everyone who stays at hostels is traveling around, and looking for a nice, cheap place to stay. Whenever I left the hostel, I made sure to keep any important paperwork and ID stuff with me, but it never seemed to be a problem to leave my bags and stuff. In all of the hostels that I stayed in in Europe last summer, there was at least one person who snored really loudly. I was lucky this time around, and was not awoken once in my whole stay by a snorer. Hopefully I wasn't that one snorer.

Sunday I woke up around 6:45. Ew. I had to get ready and set to go for my Great Barrier Reef trip. After getting ready, I headed down to the Reef Fleet Terminal to meet my boat at 7:30. I went out with a company called the Passions of Paradise. When we first got on the boat, we had to fill out a little paperwork, just informing the company of any medical conditions we had, etc. etc etc... They also provided a morning coffee and biscuits. As I was filling out my form, a girl entered the boat and set her form down on the same table as me, then went to get some coffee. As she was gone, another girl came, sat down, and accidentally started filling out the other girls form. (I didn't notice at the time.) When the first girl came back, she was like, 'you're filling out my form!' ... 'No I'm not, this is mine.' ... blah blah blah, it turned out they were both named Rachel, and Rachel No.2 accidentally started filling out Rachel No.1's form. Haha, I just sat by laughing the whole time. Instant friends. Rachel No.1 is from Canada, while Rachel No.2 is from England. We spent the rest of the trip together, good fun. Let me just say, that the Great Barrier Reef is amazing! There are so many colorful corals, fishes, etc... I even got the chance to see a turtle and a sting ray. The boat also offered the chance to do some dives for a little extra money, but I decided to just do the snorkeling. Most of the other people who were snorkeling, and even most of the divers didn't get to see a turtle or ray, so I felt pretty lucky to have seen both:) We stopped at two different dive sites, and had a great lunch in between. Despite my multiple re-applications of sunscreen, I ended up getting probably the worst sunburn of my life all over my back. It's still a bit painful, but I'll get over it. Thankfully I went out that night to get some Aloe, which has really helped make it feel better. After getting back into the Terminal a little after 5pm, the Rachels and I decided to meet a bit later for some dinner. A couple of the other girls staying the same room as Canada Rachel came along, a number of whom were German. I spoke a bit of very broken German with them, and they seemed very excited to hear anything I could say, even though I really can't carry a conversation in German. It was great fun, and got me really excited to start taking German classes again this coming semester. One of the other guys who came along with us was from France, and has been in Australia for about 10 months doing a big circle trip around Australia, taking various breaks to work here and there for a bit of extra money. He bought a car when he got here, and has just been sleeping in it the whole time to save on accommodation. What fun. Such amazing people and stories you hear when you're traveling like this. I headed back to the hostel a bit after midnight as I knew I had an early morning ahead of me.

Monday morning, my alarm clock woke me at a nice early 6:15 am... Ouch. After getting ready, I made my way down to the bus stop to be picked up at 7am. Today was my day on the Billy Tea Bush Safari! After a nice drive up the coast, we got to take a boat trip up the Daintree River, spotting quite a few crocodiles. Crocs are very territorial, so the guides can pretty nearly predict which ones are going to be in approximate locations. First we saw the one they call Elizabeth, our guides favorite on the river. She was a beauty. After a few more, we got to see Scarface. This guy was about 4 meters long! Whew. Just sitting up on the bank of the river sunbathing. He got his name from all of the fighting with other crocs in the river. Like I said, they are very territorial. We then got to do a nice trek through the World Heritage Rainforest. Among various birds and plants to be pointed out, we even got a glimpse of a cassowary. This funny looking flightless bird, (kind of like an emu) is not very commonly spotted on these tours, so we were pretty lucky to see it. After an amazing lunch, I got to hand feed some Kangaroos and wallaby's, (being kept for care because of previous injuries in the wild.) A bit later in the day, we stopped out at this nice little creek in the woods. The guides encouraged us to go for a swim in the river, though I was the only one brave enough to do so. Then they cut up some fresh exotic fruits for us, which were delicious, and made us some Billy Tea. As we were leaving this site, a bit down the river, we noticed a sign that was warning about crocodiles in the river! Ah, and I had just gone for a swim! The guides said that the place where we were was perfectly safe, as it was much clearer water, and the crocs stay far away from that area. The warning is just for people out on their own who don't know what to look out for, and where to expect crocs. Still, if I had seen that sign before, I don't know how eager I would have been to jump in the creek, haha. After we arrived back in Cairns a bit after 6 pm, I met up with the Irish girls I had met on my way from the airport to the hostel (Emma and Beatrice.) We went out to get some dinner, and then went window shopping and got some ice cream.

Tuesday, I walked a bit away from the main city area I was staying in to go do some hiking. There were a few really nice trails set up just outside of town. I spent probably 4 or 5 hours in the morning/afternoon following these trails and hiking a mountain. When I got to the top, I met this German guy, and shortly after he arrived, these two Australian women made it to the top. It turned out that one of them was turning 50 years old that day. So, the four of us sat down and had a little birthday party for her. Haha. They had even brought some cupcakes up and shared them with us. When it started getting a bit later, I headed back, and met up with Emma and Beatrice again, (who I had talked into going to see the Tjapukai dancers with me.) We got picked up by the bus around 6:30pm, and made it out to the Cultural Park around 7pm. They started with painting our faces, then did a fire ceremony. They sang some songs, and included the audience in the whole experience. After walking us back inside, they served an amazing buffet dinner, and performed a bunch of dances up on stage. It was a very touristy event, but really enjoyable as well. It gave me a chance to realize, even if Aboriginal culture is very varied around Australia, there are lots of similarities as well. I noticed that many of their dances were very similar to those I've seen in Sydney, and a lot of the themes matched up as well. This is something I will look for further confirmation on when I head up to the Northern Territory.

Wednesday, I took a bus out to Trinity Beach, and basically spent the entire morning/afternoon basking in the wonderful sun, swimming in the ocean, and walking up and down the beach. Everyone around Cairns said that this week was probably the best weather they've had in nearly a month, as they just got over an odd spell of rainy weather (this is supposed to be the dry season.) It was around 80 degrees Fahrenheit every day, and stayed very comfortable at night. Finally some of the real summer weather that I'm missing out on from home. Probably the best part of it was that the sun stayed up until nearly 6:30, where back here in Sydney it doesn't last much longer than 5. After I was satisfied with soaking in plenty of sun (after being sure to cover myself many times with sunscreen) I made it back over to the airport to catch my flight back to Sydney. So sad to leave the nice warm weather :( However, I was just heading back to Sydney, so I really can't complain.















(Left) Out on the Passions of Paradise with Michaelmas Cay in the background. The darker water is the reef.
(Right) From left: Ashke from the Netherlands, Rachel from Canada, Me! and Rachel from England.















(Left) A couple fish viewed from the surface. I didn't end up getting an underwater camera, but one of the other guys on the boat did, and is supposed to be sending me some photos. Hopefully I'll be able to show some underwater photos later.
(Right) Our safari guide, Brad, checking out the banks of the Daintree river trying to spot crocodiles and other wildlife.















(Left) Scarface basking in the sun on the banks of the Daintree.
(Right) A little view into the rainforest.















(Left) Feeding a nice little kangaroo. I also got to feed and pet some wallabys!
(Right) Me and Beatrice after we got our faces painted for the Tjapukai show.
















(Left) The Tjapukai Dancers performing their fire ceremony.
(Right) A nice view down the Trinity Beach.



Back to work in Sydney. The plan for this weekend is to head out and do some hiking in the Blue Mountains. I will be staying at Michaels house, who is one of the other Music Ed. professors in at the Conservatorium. More adventures to follow!

Thanks for reading, sorry this post was so long, but even so, I'm sure I left some things out.

Ciao for now.
Luke

You never see the real ones... just the models.

The strangest thing happened to me today, and I still don't really understand what it was all about. I was sitting in the Botanic Gardens late this afternoon doing some reading, (because I wanted to get out of the building for a little bit and enjoy the sun.) I heard this click, and so I look up to see a lady taking a photograph of me. odd. She was standing about 30 feet away, and as I looked up, she sort of leaned closer and said 'Is that you?!' As I had no idea who she was, I said hi as she ran up closer. Then when she got up to me, she said that when she saw me up close she realized that I wasn't who she had thought I was, but looked very much like him. So she took another photograph of me sitting there that she had to show her girlfriends. She said that I must be a model dressed up like this other guy... and that 'You never see the real ones... just the models.' She went on explaining how she and her husband knew this guy, and then how she and her friends put dance routines together... It was all very confusing and she was just rambling on about who knows what. Then all of a sudden, she said that she had to get going, and just walked away. bizarre.

Anyways, about this past week here in Sydney. Thursday I went down to the Quay and had a didjeridu lesson from my teacher. It went really well and I feel like I learned a lot. We talked quite a bit about rhythms, breathing, techniques, etc... and then a little about background info on the didge as well. He has recommended that I should definitely wait until I get up to the Northern Territory until I buy my own instrument, as that is where the instrument originated, and that is where the master makers come from. He also said that I can get one up there for much less money than I could get an equivalent one down here... so I think that's what I'll do. After the lesson, I was going to head back to the Con, but there were tons and tons of people lined up along the street waiting for the pope. I figured he must be coming soon, so I joined in the lines so that I would at least be able to say I saw him... Well. An hour and a half later, the pope finally drives by us. And, I figured that after waiting so long, he must at least be driving at a very slow pace so that people could actually see him. No. He flew by so fast that I hardly even got a good look at him. Nice waste of time, thank you very much. After that, I went back to the apartment to drop off my stuff and get ready to head out to Alex's house. Alex is the Aboriginal guy that I met last week, who invited me over for dinner. I jumped on a train and took a quick ride out to Petersham. I stayed there for probably three or four hours for dinner and some nice talking. Alex used to work for the UN, but now works as a lawyer to represent Aboriginal kids and help keep them out of trouble. His wife is a high school math teacher, and he has two boys as well. They are both learning to play the violin. Of course they brought out their violins and asked me to play for them. It is a little different playing on a six year old's violin than I'm used to, haha... but none-the-less they were still very impressed and excited to hear me play. I also gave a little sample of my didge skills, as they had a pretty nice one laying around.

Friday I got a great interview in down in Redfern. I met up with one of the musicians that I met last week at one of the NAIDOC launches. This guy, Leslie, does a lot of performing in Aboriginal arts. He is mainly a dancer, but also plays the didge, and was selling some of his paintings in his store as well. I thought he was a great person to talk to, because he is a good representation of upholding aspects of traditional culture in a big city like Sydney. Now I just have to transcribe the interview... Although it's nice talking with some people around here, I'm glad that I haven't done too many interviews, because it takes so long to transcribe them that my time could be much better spent doing other things, I think. Besides, I'm more interested in the traditional culture up in the North, which is not represented by people around here.

Saturday I spent almost the whole day out on Cockatoo Island. First let me explain that Cockatoo Island used to be a prison, then it was turned into an Industrial island, though now it does not really serve any function. All of the old buildings, and some of the old machinery, are still out there, and everything is being maintained as part of a historical preservation effort. However, as part of the Bienalle of Sydney, they have allowed 20 or 30 artists to put up exhibitions in the different buildings. This was really cool, because each building was basically dedicated to one artist, and most of the exhibitions were sort of combinations of video, music, and visual art. Many different ideas going around, and lots to think about, but I liked that it was so spread out, because that gave you more time to think about each exhibition. In a normal art gallery, there is no way you could read every single little plaque describing the individual paintings, but out on the island I was able to read all of the descriptions and give some good thought to each one. Plus it was fun walking through these old buildings that were scattered with old machinery.

Sunday, Joey and I headed down to Randwick Racecourse to go to the final mass of World Youth Day. We had to walk down because so many streets were closed off, and there were thousands of people heading over there. The more adventurous of the actual pilgrims who had registered for the event had spent the night under the stars out at the racecourse. By the time it was all said and done, I think they announced that there were about 400,000 people at the mass. I got to see him drive by in his little pope-mobile, at a slower pace this time. The mass was nearly 3 hours long, ouch... but they did have a full orchestra and choir performing all the music which was excellent. At the end of the mass, Pope Benedict XVI announced that the next WYD will be held in Madrid, Spain, in 2011... good luck to Spain for organizing an event this huge, I can't imagine all of the planning and organization that would have to go into such an event.

Today. Nothing very special. I watched a short video about Charlie McMahon, who is a white Australian who is pretty famous for playing the didjeridu in a band. This video followed him up into Arnhem Land where he was talking with some Yolngu people about making instruments, and painting them, etc. At the end of the video, there was a little clip of Charlie playing at a concert, and among his traditional didges lined up on stage, he also had a slide-didjeridu made out of pvc pipe, which he could change the pitch on. haha. A 'slideridu' perhaps... maybe a didjeri-bone?


Money Matters:
First of all, I would like to state that the US dollar and the Australian dollar are basically equal right now. What's up with that US dollar... losing all of your power, thanks a lot. Whatever, it's not that big of a deal for me anyways. As far as the money here goes, I did want to at least record what it looks like. The money is very colorful, and is made out of a sort of plastic material. The bills are about the same size as US money, but if I tried to rip it, I don't think I would be able to. For bills, they have 5, 10, 20, 50... like we do, (but notice no 1 dollar bill.) For coins, there are the silver coins which are 5, 10, 20, 50... (notice no 1 cent coin.) Then there are the gold coins which are 1 and 2 dollar coins. The 2 dollar coin is about the size of the US dime, and the 1 dollar coin is slightly larger, maybe US nickel sized. Then the 50 cent piece is massive, probably bigger than a silver dollar in the US. It's kind of annoying piling up all of these coins in my wallet, as it can get kind of bulky, but I do like the 1 and 2 dollar coin idea. At first I thought it odd that the dollar coins would be the smallest, but now it sort of makes sense, because they are the ones you would be most likely to carry more of around, so you wouldn't want them to be too big and bulky... plus, they have the gold color to help them stand out. Also, if you go shopping and your bill comes out to be an odd number of cents (due to tax), it will be rounded to the nearest 5 cent mark... well, it's probably just rounded up to the next 5 cent mark, I doubt they'd round it down.















(Left): Garamut practice. From the left, it's Peter, Heather, Tony, and me. Tony is writing his PhD on Garamut drumming, and is working with one of the other professors at the University, (Michael) who was actually in the US during this practice.
(Right): A picture of me at the final mass down at Randwich Racecourse on Sunday.




















(Left): When I was in Milan last summer, there were cows all over the city which had been painted by different artists. Now that I'm in Sydney, it's statues of Jesus all around which have been painted differently. This is part of the WYD thing, and they are being auctioned off later this week... I assume as some sort of fund raiser for the Catholic church.
(Right): This was a hip hop dance performance down at the Museum of Contemporary Art on Sunday.















(Left): Part of the Bienalle out at Cockatoo Island. One of buildings had this huge mobile sort of thing in it, with these funny animals made out of colorful plastic material. A crocodile, shark, emu, and something else that I can't remember.
(Right): One of the old buildings on Cockatoo Island full of old machinery.














The pope! Sorry, this was the best picture I could get. He's in there, I promise.


Anyways, that's all for now. Over and out.
-The Didgeridude.

Half way through

1. I can't believe that I have already completed over half of my time here. The time has really flown by, as I've almost been here five weeks now. The second half is going to go even faster, I'm predicting, because it is much more broken up. Where for this first half I have pretty much just stayed in Sydney... coming up: I'm in Sydney for about a week and a half, then I go to Cairns for a couple days, then I'm in Sydney for a week, then I'm in the Northern Territory for a week, then I'm in Sydney for a day, then i go home! ahhh.

2. Peter is back! excellent. He seems to have had a great time in Bali filming for his documentary on Balinese shadow puppetry, but it is really nice to have him back. We have moved back into having somewhat regular gamelan lessons, and again I went to the gamelan rehearsal tonight, and even sat in to learn some of the more complicated pieces that they are playing. I think that his teaching me gamelan is as good for him as it is for me, because he likes coming up with his own pieces, and working out new things... but you can't really test if they work by yourself, because you really need two people to play through the kotikans, which are two separate parts which weave together. I was surprised how much I remembered since he left. fun fun. (Side note... yesterday was Peter's birthday! I will probably take him out for dinner some time after all these World Youth Day people are gone.)

3. Yesterday I got to meet William Barton! This probably doesn't mean much to any of you, but it's really cool for me. William is a very famous didgeridoo player, and for the past ten years has been basically touring the world promoting contemporary didgeridoo pieces. He has premiered didgeridoo concertos, etc... and is also a composer who writes for Western instruments and didgeridoo. In fact, in a week he is going to Beijing in a week or so to premeir this piece written by one of the composers here at the Con, Steven Yates, which is written for string quartet, bassoon, oboe, soprano, piano, harpsichord, and didgeridoo. I not only got to meet him, I also got to do a short interview with him, get some tips on my didge playing, and then sit in on their rehearsal. Awesome.

4. A few more of my new favorite Aussie sayings:
-When someone is not bothered by something... they may say 'No drama, mate.'
-Instead of saying thanks... sometimes people just say 'ta.'
-Instead of saying awesome or sick, they use the term 'deadly.'

5. This World Youth Day thing is out of control. There are people everywhere. Many of them are wearing their country's flag, and chanting different cheers all over the city. Temporary fences have been set up all over the place, directing people in different directions, and keeping people out of places they aren't wanted. Traffic patterns have been altered, roads closed, etc... The Botanic Gardens will be closed tomorrow :( This past weekend when I was down the street doing laundry, I was talking a little with the owner of the Laundromat, and it turns out that the guy who usually comes in to do his dry cleaning lives on the other side of town, and can't easily get in to the shop, so he isn't coming in at all this week. Because of that, this guy has to turn all of his customers who want dry cleaning done over to one of his competitors down the street. Then again, after talking with some other Sydneysiders, Sydney can become some what of a boring place in the winter because they all go into a hibernation... so having all these WYD pilgrims here is at least living the town up a little bit... I'm not really sure how I feel about the invasion, but mostly I just think it's funny listening to everyone complain about them so much.

6. I've got some nice practice cooking for myself these past few weeks. I do think that I quite like it. It's fun thinking about what it is that I want to eat, and then making it... I'll admit though, that I've defaulted to pasta quite a few times, because it's so easy. However, the other night I made quite a nice rice and chicken dish, with a side of asparagus, that I was quite proud of. Some of my other favorites from this past week have been my omelets and corn on the cob. However, one of the really nice things here is that there is a grocery shop right across the street from me, which makes things really easy... they are not going to be quite so nice when I get back to Durham, and have to walk all the way down to the DuMP. I bet that in the time I could go from my apartment to the grocery store, shop, and come back to my apartment will take about the same amount of time it'll take me just to get down to the DuMP this fall... Anyways, it's still fun cooking for myself, and I look forward to exploring more recipies.

7. Speaking of corn on the cob, one thing that I've seen a number of times around Sydney is people eating corn on the cob... on a stick, haha! They are sold at a number of different shops around town, and I think it's so funny looking.

So long for now!

The Opera House is Alive!

I know, I said I need to start updating more, then I go a week without. Oops... it's just really hard to find the time to sit down and think about writing a post sometimes. So, now it's Sunday night, and I have a few minutes to think about this past week before the next one starts. This is probably going to be a pretty long entry, so read what you want, skip what you want... remember this is as much a journal to help me keep track of my trip, as it is for you all, so I won't feel offended if you skip parts.

Let's jump back to Wednesday. After a morning of doing some reading in the library, I headed down to the Opera House. As part of the Biennale of Sydney, French artist Pierre Huyghe created a forest in the Concert Hall at the Opera House. The exhibition lasted for just 24 hours and was titled 'The valley obscured by clouds: A world without metaphor.' After waiting in line for some time, each person going in got a little head lamp to strap on. Upon walking in the door, it was very dark in the concert hall. The entire hall was full of trees, shrubs, bushes, etc... lots and lots of green. There was mist streaming in from the sides, and it really looked like you were walking into a forest. You could see a trail of little lights bobbing around the designated paths through the hall, but that was pretty much the main source of light, with the exception of a few of the small lights way up on the ceiling, which were dimly on. There was a lady walking playing guitar and singing somewhere in the hall as well, very peacefully and soft. She would play a little bit, and then move on to a new spot and play some more. I believe the main idea behind the exhibition was to encourage the audience to get lost somewhere between reality and fiction, finding a special place in nature, and making a connection with the Australian bush. I would have loved to take a picture inside, but photography was not allowed... which I'm actually happy about, because constant photos would have ruined the experience.

Along with Wednesday night came After hours over at the Art Gallery. To start off the evening, they brought in Mark Olive. He is an Aboriginal chef, and his nickname is The Black Olive. Haha. He basically talked about a bunch of different herbs and plants that are native to Australia that the Aboriginal people used to use a lot, and people still can use, but they just don't realize it with most of them. His big push was to promote a lot of these plants as Australia's national cuisine. He whipped up a few olive oil mixtures with some of the herbs, and then let us try them out with some bread, tasty. Mark is currently in the process of trying to get his own tv show going. After his presentation, I went downstairs to the theater, where they were showing 'Ten Canoes.' This is a recently made film about Arnhem Land up in the Northern Territory. It told a (relatively) present day story about a man and his tribe, while linking it to one of the tribal stories about their ancestors and history. Although it was a serious story, there was also quite a bit of humor tied in, which was really funny to see. For example: There was one point where a group of men were walking through the forest on a hunting trip. The man at the back of the line all of a sudden yells out 'Stop!' and the other men freeze, thinking that he heard something approaching, or sensed an enemy nearby. He then goes on to explain that he refuses to walk at the end of the line any longer, because one of the other men in front of him keeps farting, and though it may be silent... it's silent but deadly! hahaha. I got a good laugh out of that one.

Friday, I walked down to Alexadria for a NAIDOC market day. I got down there around 10am, as the event was just getting going. There were booths set up all around the field, with different groups handing out information about anything from Aboriginal census, to teacher recruitment, to sexual health, to native title rights, etc, etc, etc... Also, they had a free BBQ, and a bunch of different local Aboriginal musicians performing. I got talking with one Aboriginal guy who works with the UN, though what exactly he does I'm not totally sure. His wife is a high school math teacher, and both of his boys are learning to play the violin. After discussing my project with him for a little while, he invited me over to his house for dinner later this week. He said that over dinner, he will teach me about Aboriginal culture. Plus, he said that they are going to cook Aboriginal food for me. Awesome. Alex also introduced me to one of his relatives (Les) that does a lot of work with music. I briefly talked with Les, in between all of the running around that he was doing, as part of the event. I did manage to get his card though, and we will hopefully be meeting later this week to have an interview.

Saturday brought with it my last NAIDOC event. I walked up to Woolloomooloo, for their community day celebration. Again, we had music, food, and lots of people. I had a little chat with another one of the musicians who played at this even, and set up a meeting with him later this week hopefully. Then, as I was getting food, who do I bump into again, but Alex! This time his wife was with him, so I was introduced to her, and then sat down to eat with them. We confirmed my coming over on Thursday for dinner, but then I had to take off, because I was going to a performance up at the Art Gallery. The Wangatunga Strong Women's Group was giving a performance with both some singing and dancing. This group of women is from Bathurst Island up off the coast of the Northern Territory. About a year ago, a Sydney musician heard their music, and began a collaboration project with the group, attempting to combine their musics. However, I will get to more about that later, as this performance was just the Wangatunga women. They sang a bunch of songs all in their language about their ancestors, land, animals, etc. It was really fun to watch them, because they were very clearly having a great time. Most of the women looked pretty elderly, but even the oldest one was having a great time moving around the stage. A few of them could speak English, though it didn't seem like they could speak very well, or at least they were pretty shy. Wow, Saturday was a busy day. After this concert, I went down to the Museum of Contemporary Art to check out their collection. They had a really great display of Aboriginal art up on the fourth floor, with lots of bark paintings from Arnhem Land. They also had a exhibit downstairs of John Cage's 4'33''. There was a projector in a small room, constantly looping a video of the BBC Symphony Orchestra's performance of the piece. I thought it was cool that they incorporated a musician into the contemporary art gallery, even if it was John Cage... just kidding Rob! (That book better be done by the time I get back, by the way.) Ah! And we're still not done with Saturday. I then headed over to the Opera House for a concert down in the Studio, which is sort of down underneath the the big concert halls. The concert was put on by Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, who is a blind singer/songwriter from NE Arnhem Land. Backing him up was a small combo of violin/viola, guitar, and double bass. All of his songs were in his language, and they were very relaxing and pretty. His brother, Mandawuy, is actually the lead singer in the popular Aboriginal rock group Yothu Yindi. I bought a cd after the concert, and it is great, (though I was a bit disappointed that the little back up combo is not on the album.

Finally, we can move on to Sunday. I got up this morning to head out and try a different church. I was thinking all the way back about a year and a half ago, when I was first starting to think about this project. Down in Pennsylvania for Christmas, Uncle Stu said that there was this great church in Sydney that I would have to check out if I ended up going on this trip. This church, Hillsong, is famous for their huge conferences, and powerful worship videos/cds. This had slipped my mind for the first few weeks that I was here, but since I remembered this past week, I decided to try it out. The church has two locations, one in the city, and one in the 'Hills,' which is a little further out in the suburbs. I went to the one in the city, which still took me about 45 minutes to walk to. This church has 4 Sunday morning services, and the one I was in was still packed with probably 6 or 7 hundred people... Let's just say it was a bit different from the 6 or 7 people that I met at the Unitarian church. The worship part of the service was basically a rock concert. Up on stage there was a lead singer/guitar player, backed by at least two other guitars, bass, drums, trombone, sax, and 5 or 6 other people to help lead singing. Behind him, was a choir, which was very into jumping and raising their hands in the air while singing. Behind the choir were 5 enormous screens, onto which was projected video image of what was going on on stage throughout the whole service. Also while they were singing, there were all kinds of lights and colors flashing around the room. It was one of the most powerful worship services I've ever been to, and the entire congregation was so alive and into it. Even the preacher had the whole rooms attention, and was weaving jokes and funny stories into his whole sermon. I don't know if any of the Osbornes are reading this, but thanks for recommending Hillsong to me, Uncle Stu, I'm glad that I at least got to visit it while I was here. After church, I grabbed a sandwich at a nice little cafe around the corner, and then spent the greater part of my afternoon wandering around Centennial Park, which is a huge. Lots and lots of grass, ponds, birds, families, trees, plants, etc. I sat down to read for a bit by one of the ponds, and then wandered through what used to be known as the Lachlan Swamp (named after General Lachlan Macquarie.) These were some really cool paths weaving through this swampy area which was like a mini forest full of paperbark trees and other local flora and fauna. To finish off my busy little week, I headed back over to the Opera House to see the Wangatunga Strong Women perform again, but this time with the Sydney musicians. It was sort of a fusion between jazz and indigenous musics. It was interesting, but I did note a few things. I can't say anything for sure, because I don't know the whole back story on this project, but I felt like it was a little intrusion on the Womens group. I've been reading a lot about the different influences on Aboriginal music, and how the traditional stuff is really disappearing in many places. It did seem like the women got along great with the Sydney group, but it also seemed like they were much more comfortable, and were having a whole lot more fun when they were performing by themselves. This was also evidenced by a couple times in the concert when they were uncertain of where to enter when the jazz musicians were playing, because their music does not have the same kind of structure as we are used to. Again, I could be wrong on that, those were just my observations from the concert, which was very enjoyable.

On a side note, I started feeling a little scratch in my throat on Friday night... :/ I hoped that it might just be in my imagination, but I woke up on Saturday to a very painful throat that made it difficult to swallow. I took some of the medicine that mom thankfully reminded me to pack (thanks mom) and had to go on with my day regardless. This morning (Sunday) I woke up, and the sore throat had moved to more of a stuffy nose, pressure in the head. I again took some medicine, and continued on with the day. It is still hanging around a little bit, but I'm hoping that within a few days it will completely pass over. I just can't afford to miss out on any of my days here.

I had some other thoughts that I was going to talk about, but this is just getting too long... I'll try to post again in a few days with other random thoughts. For now, here are a few pictures, as a reward for reading this whole novel...















(Left) A performance at the Glebe NAIDOC day, with some local Aboriginal guys performing some traditional dances.
(Right) A flag presentation at the Hurstville NAIDOC day. On the left is the Torres Strait Islander flag, in the middle is the Australian flag, and on the right is the Aboriginal flag.




















(Left) An example of some of the Aboriginal art in the MCA.
(Right) The Wangatunga Strong Womens Group, performing at the Art Gallery.















(Left) I don't think I will ever tire of taking pictures of the bridge or the opera house, especially when there are nice sunsets involved.
(Right) World Youth Day is everywhere. This is going to be busy week in Sydney.


Thanks for reading.

-Luke

Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last...

A grab bag of thoughts:

Since I've been in Sydney, I've been walking pretty much everywhere within reasonable distance. (Though I have been using the train/buses this past week a number of times to get to places a bit further away.) Anyways, this past week my feet really started hurting, especially my heals. At first, I thought it might just be the shoes I was wearing, and that my Converse might not be giving me enough support... so I started wearing my Doc Martens more. Although this did help a little, it was still a quite painful to be walking around. Thinking about other explanations, I thought it might be possible that I was just in too much of a rush, and the constant running around could be making an impact. Believe it or not... this has worked! I was just in too much of a hurry to get places, which is silly, because my schedule is very laid back here. Now that I have chilled out, and slowed down a bit, my feet have started feeling much better.

One of the things a few people asked me to look into once I got to Australia was to see if the toilets really flush the other way, haha. It turns out, that every toilet that I have used since I've been here does not really flush in a circular motion either way. The water comes from both sides, meets in the middle at the front of the bowl, and then flows backwards.

A few of my favorite Aussie expressions:
--When someone is not bothered by or worried about something... they may say "I'm not fussed."
--When someone wants to look at something, (take a peak)... they may say "Let's have a sticky beak."
--The other day on a tv commercial, a guy who was hungry said "I could eat a horse... and chase the jockey."

World Youth Day is coming up very fast... the sign outside of St. Mary's now says just 8 days left. Then again, World Youth 'Day' is actually more of a week. It last from next Tuesday until Sunday. The rail workers announced that they will be going on strike next Thursday, which is supposed to be the busiest day during World Youth 'Day.' The news is saying that there will be over 125,000 international pilgrims during this event, (more than the 2000 Olympics.)

I'm still not quite used to the whole traffic going the other way thing. I've pretty much figured out which way to look when I'm going into a cross walk, (especially since it is printed in big white letters of every cross walk which way you should look.) However, I often find myself drifting to walk on the right side of the sidewalks. Not that this is a huge deal, because with so many tourists here, many other people are doing the same thing, and all of the pedestrians adapt... but I'm still working on walking on the 'right' side of the sidewalk... which is actually the left side.

Last night I went over to the Opera House for another documentary showing as part of the Message Sticks Festival. The documentary was called 'Aboriginal Rules' and was made by an Aboriginal film company, Warlpiri Media. The film was about the Aboriginal rules football, and focused on one team who had been fighting for a few years until they won a championship. The film makers were there, and went up on stage afterwards to talk for a bit about the production of the film.

Other than that, the past two days I've been to two different launches for NAIDOC week. Yesterday down in Glebe, there was a free BBQ accompanied by some musical performances and dances. Today, down in Hurstville, there was another performance where Descendance performed, which is an Aboriginal dance group in the area. In both performances, as with other Aboriginal ceremonies I have witnessed, all begin with a 'welcome to country.' This is when one of the Aboriginal people get up, and basically acknowledge the traditional people of the land, and thank the traditional people who are the owners of the land. I think this is a really cool way to begin a ceremony.

Good start to a week, I'd say.

Life, I love you.
All is groovy.

Happy Fourth.

I should try to update more often, because now I have a whole week to look back on... hopefully I don't leave anything important out.

Tuesday night Peter took me out to dinner so that we could talk about what I've been doing so far/what I plan on doing while he is gone. We went out to this nice little Vietnamese place in Newtown. Next week is NAIDOC week (Originally 'National Aboriginal Islander Day Observance Committee'... but now it more broadly means National Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Week.) This week is set up to celebrate history and culture of the Indigenous people of Australia, and there are events held all over Australia. Because of this and other festivals going on next week, I should be kept quite busy outside of the Conservatorium... so we'll see how much I even get to go in and continue my library research.

Wednesday after another day in the library, I went over to the Art Gallery for the opening performance of the World Shakuhachi Festival. It was just a short introductory concert, but it was still really cool. If you don't know, the Shakuhachi is the Japanese bamboo flute. After the concert, I went downstairs to the theater to watch the Sergei Eisenstein film 'Strike.' It's fun to see how the music is used in silent films. Granted, there are relatively frequent breaks in the movie where text will come up giving a brief overview of what's going on, but in the absence of the actors speaking, the music plays a huge role in setting up the scene.

Thursday was pretty average. I spent a good amount of time reading about tips and techniques for playing the didgeridoo, and then also put in a fair chunk of time in the practice room working on those things. I do believe I am getting a lot better, and it's fun to hear myself progress and feel the improvements in my technique. In a conversation I had with Rob a week or two ago, we were discussing the difference between working with a didgeridoo and any Western instrument. When someone begins learning how to play the violin, say, there are endless scales, etudes, and other technical exercises to constantly drill. There are definitely techniques to work on with the didge, but it's really a completely different thought process.

Friday. Happy Fourth of July! ... it was weird not being in the States for Independence Day. So, what did I do? It was actually quite a busy day. I woke up around my normal time, and started walking down towards Redfern. A very different part of town that I've been living in. It is actually kind of a rough area, and I was warned by numerous people to be cautious when going down there. I didn't run into any trouble, but... lucky me, it did start downpouring as I was walking. I stopped in the nearest train station for some shelter until most of it had passed over, and then continued on. I can't really complain though, because I think that was only the second day of rain since I've been here. I headed over to the Community Center for the launch of this book, 'Down River.' The book was inspired by a song of the same name which was made popular a couple years ago. Down River is a rap song which was made by a group of Aboriginal kids out in western New South Wales as part of a community project to provide more opportunities and activities for kids. The book tells the story of the kids and their community, and how the popularity of the song has really helped their community. It was pretty interesting, and I got to meet the author and a few of the people who were involved in the song and book.

After the launch, I made my way back to my place, where I regrouped, dropped some stuff off, and then got ready to head out to Castlehill, (another suburb of Sydney.) I took a 30 minute train ride out to Paramatta, and then another 30 minute bus ride up to Castlehill. Why, you may ask? Well, to meet up with some other Americans! Chris McCallum, (who is the current vice principal at the elementary school I went to, and where my mom still works,) is Australian, but has been living in the states for about 10 years now. Right now, he is on vacation visiting his family back here in Sydney, so I thought it would be fun to meet up and go out with the fam. I feel like everyone I met that night has been to Derry, NH, which was really funny seeing that I'm over 10,000 miles from my hometown, talking to people about street names and Derry Village School. One of the other families who came out actually lived in Derry as well for 4 years, and only just moved back to Australia a year or two ago... what a small world. Of course, I go and order a burger, being the American that I am. However, this was no normal burger. The thing was so big that I could hardly fit it in my mouth (and I have a pretty big mouth.) Not only was the burger itself thick and piled with the normal toppings I'm used to, it also had beets, bacon, a sunnyside up egg, and probably some other things. It was delicious. Anyways, it was nice to be around some other people who really know what the fourth of July is about, so thanks for inviting me out Chris, if you are reading this. (Besides, I finally found someone who could give me an pretty solid explanation of the Australian rugby rules.) One of the couples gave me a lift back to the train station, and after a quick train ride back into the city, I got home not too long after midnight. No fireworks or racetrack, but a good Fourth nonetheless.

Today, Saturday, I was supposed to have a didgeridoo lesson... but my teacher didn't show up. I'm still not sure what the deal was, as I couldn't get through to him. I will try to figure that out tomorrow. So instead of a lesson, I wandered around Bondi Beach this morning. It was a beautiful day, though not quite nice enough for me to go swimming in the ocean. There is a really nice pathway along the cost. I walked down it for a few miles and got some great views. Then I headed back to the city to see some films showing at the opera house. Along with NAIDOC week, there is this festival going on now called Message Sticks. This festival is showcasing some new films about Indigenous life. I thought the best was a short documentary about this dance routine which was posted on YouTube last year some time. The link is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-MucVWo-Pw
The dance is called Zorba the Greek Yolngu style. The director of the documentary, who was at the showing today, commented that music has no boundaries, and it can cross all barriers. I though this was a great representation of my project. The guys who did the dance did it as a thank you to this Greek lady who is taking care of the directors daughter. The music and the dance style may not be traditional Yolngu style... but it shows how their culture views music and looks to music as a way of life. The dancers had also traveled down all the way from Elcho Island up in Arnhem land to give us a little performance of their dance right there in the Opera House. It was a really fun experience.

A little side note... I booked my trip up to Cairns the other, and I will be going up at the end of July for a few days!!! This is going to be my one big touristy thing to do while I'm here. I will go out to snorkel the Great Barrier Reef, I will go on an adventure in the rain forest, and of course... to tie it in with my project at least a little bit, I will be attending a performance of the Tjapukai Dancers. I am really excited about that whole trip.




















Another picture of my with the didgeridoo I'm learning on. Notice the tall skinny figures painted on. These are called Mimi Figures, and from what I understand, they are something like the boogie man.















An exhibit of contemporary Aboriginal art over at the Art Gallery.




















Redfern Community Center, where the book launch was.















One glimpse of Bondi Beach.




Thanks for reading. I hope every body had a nice Independence day where ever you may be.


Ciao.
Luke.

Skadoosh!

On Sunday, I woke up and went in to the Unitarian Church right around the corner from me. What drew me to go here was that their sign was advertising a Music Service this week. I walked in about 10 minutes before service was supposed to start, and was greeted by one jolly member of the church. By the time that the service got underway, there was a total of 7 of us in the room... and that included the speaker and the pianist! It was a pretty good service, and the pianist, who is a student over at the Con, did an amazing job. After the service, we gathered in their little meeting room for some coffee, and to chat a bit. After it came out that I am also studying at the Con, and am a violinist, they offered to pay me to come back and play for one of their services in the coming weeks. Pretty sweet. I could use a good motivation to practice a bit more.
After service, I went over to the Art Gallery, where they were having a recital for a bunch of little kids who are part of the AIM, (Australian Institute of Music.) They were amazing. I mean, they were all under 16, and most of them were more like 11 or 12. One 12 year old played the first movement of the Mendelssohn Concerto, by memory. Bravo. After this concert, I went over to the Con to watch the Early Music Ensemble play an all Bach concert. So much music!
Some other notes on living here... The movie Kung Fu Panda just came out here this past weekend. I saw that movie before I left home, which was about 3 weeks ago now. I think its funny seeing bits and pieces of American culture popping up like that. Skadoosh! Also, I have now counted at least 5 people who thought I was from Canada, or at least I sounded like it... I mean, I guess it's not really that far away from good old Derry, New Hampshire, but still a little surprising. After talking to more and more people my age around here, I have found that the majority of kids have never seen snow, which is so hard to imagine for me, growing up in New England... and especially after this past winter with so much snow. Speaking of cold things... I bought some Cadbury ice cream the other day, and it came in a container of 2 liters. I thought that was kinda funny to buy ice cream in liters rather than gallons. Yum.



Upon request from Rob, I think I should start adding a little more about what I've been watching/reading about in regards to my project... A few days ago, I watched a video called Yolngu Boy which was only made a few years ago. If you'll recall, Yolngu is the name of the group of Aboriginal people who live up in Arnhem Land. This film presented a story of 3 teenage Aboriginal boys facing the troubles of modern life up in AL. It was quite confronting in the way that it showed the issues with alcohol, petrol sniffing, and other things like that which are causing major problems in the society up there. It also brought up the issue of the younger generation wanting to carry on the traditions of their people. Some of the kids are interested in this, but many are more interested in other things which do not really involve carrying on their traditional roots.
A lot of my reading has been of articles that deal with Aboriginal music. Again, I am mainly focusing on music in Northeast Arnhem Land, but I will be reading material on music from all around the country to get a more broad view as well. It is really becoming obvious why music is so important in the Aboriginal cultures. They do not have written language, but instead all of their histories and stories must be past down through their songs. Song series, called Manikay, are specific to each clan, and deal with the ancestral beings of their area. Each series can last up to even five hours. These are broken down into many many short songs that deal with one item or being. Then, over the course of the entire series the story becomes clear, and the scene is set as to the origins of that particular clan. Manikay are sung by a small group of men who are accompanying with bilma (the Yolngu word for clap sticks) and one man accompanies by playing the yidaki (didgeridoo)... How's that for a little glimpse into what I'm reading about?


A few pictures:














AIM recital, with the 12 year old playing Mendelssohn from memory.



















A book store window downtown displaying a new book that just came out, in which Peter wrote a chapter.














Hungry Jack's = Burger King.


I tried uploading the gamelan video again... but after letting it go for 2 hours, I decided to give up. I guess that's not going to work, sorry.


When I was walking down the street today, I saw an advertisement for Cirque du Soleil coming to Sydney!!! Ahhhhhhh, I have always wanted to see Cirque, and now I may have a chance! It's expensive, so I'll have to see how my bank account is looking as the performance period comes closer.

Power... Superpower

Good week with lots going on.
Wednesday, in the morning, I went over to the New South Wales Library, as they were having a showing of a film Jimmy Little's Gentle Journey. Jimmy Little was the first Aboriginal 'pop star.' He was a country musician, (still alive today,) who became famous back in the 1960's, when Aboriginal people weren't even counted in the national Australian census. After this movie, I headed over to the Con just in time to catch the Wednesday lunch-hour concert, which this week was a couple different chamber ensembles. My favorite of which played this really cool piece for percussion, piano, and two clarinets. The piece was called Circles, and it is by American composer Matthew Burtner. Apparently this was the Australian premier of the piece... pretty sweet. For the rest of Wednesday I hung around the Con library reading. Until 6 o'clock when the gamelan group meets to rehearse. I finally got some pictures to show you, and a short video clip too!
Thursday brought more of the same, basically, with lots of reading, and a few films to watch in between as well. Peter has been giving me lessons on the gamelan instruments a couple times a week now, which is really quite fun and very interesting. We have been playing on both the kantilan and the gangsa, though we also did some work on the gongs and some of the other instruments. So, last week I got an email from the guy who is in charge of one of the Aboriginal dance groups in the area (Descend Dance). He had told me that there was a performance at 10pm on Thursday in at the Hilton hotel. Excellent, that is only about a 15 minute walk from my place. So I got there and went up to the front desk. The ladies working there had no idea what I was talking about, so we pulled out their schedule planners, and couldn't find anything on it. I asked if it would be okay for me to wander around the building a little bit, to try to find them in one of the big rooms. I wandered for a while, (it is big place,) but to no avail. Maybe the show got canceled or something? So after I got home, I emailed the guy to ask what the deal was. He got back to me, saying... oh yeah, that was a private performance for some business conference, and I wouldn't have been allowed in even if I had found them. Oh great, thanks for telling me to come to the show that I wasn't allowed to see. Luckily there is another show in a few weeks that I can go see (at least that's what he says now...) and then hopefully be able to talk to the dancers as well a bit.
Friday, the weather was gorgeous. Then again, the weather is really nice pretty much all the time here. It is winter, yet many days I'm fine with shorts and a t-shirt, though I always bring my jacket or sweatshirt just in case. It is the nights that get pretty cold, and when I go out, I always need to wear long pants and a jacket.
Saturday, I spent most of the morning and some of the afternoon in at the Art Gallery of New South Wales. It turns out that the Biennale of Sydney is going on right now. This is a huge festival of contemporary art that happens every two years in Sydney. There are exhibits at 5 or 6 different locations all around the city, and entry to all of them is free. (That is something I forgot to mention about my trip to Canberra as well... everything that Peter and I did in Canberra was free, including the parking at the different venues. pretty cool) Anyways, also as part of the Biennale they are having film showings, lectures, and other fun activities over the next two months. I will be trying to go to as many of these as possible, especially on the weekends and on week day evenings. After that, I came back to the apartment, and Joey brought me down to Paddy's market. This is a huge market set up which is great for souvenir shopping. They also have lots of fresh fruits and vegetables, so it was it was fun to walk around for a while.
In other news. I was hopefully planning on going down to Melbourne at some point while I was here to see the Percy Grainger museum in at Melbourne University. Peter and I emailed them the other day, and found out that the museum building is currently under renovations, and the entire collection is in storage. If I were doing research, I could get access to specific items that I wanted to look at, but I was more interested in just seeing the whole collection, including the various instruments that he invented. So... I think I'm going to scrap that trip :( Sorry Mrs. Cullen.
On the home front, everyone here in Sydney is deserting me, haha. Joey is going home to the Philippines for a week or two, and is leaving tomorrow. It is really nice having him around, both as a good friend to hang out with, but also because he cooks really good dinners. Now I'm going to have to cook for myself a bit. Meh, that'll be good for me. Also, Peter is leaving on Thursday this week to head off to Bali. He is going to be making a documentary on Balinese shadow puppetry! mainly focusing on the music used to accompany it. Peter was telling me a little about this, and my favorite part was that the master puppeteer sits behind the screen with all of his puppets laid out in front of him stuck into some sort of log. He has assistants on both sides who hand him the next puppet that he needs. Also, there is a little wooden box down by his feet, and he holds something like a door knob between his toes. Whenever he wants the music to start, or to move on to the next section, he knocks on the box with this door knob, and the musicians know to then move on. hahaha. I hope I get to see his footage when he returns. Luckily he will only be gone for a week or two. But don't worry, I have plenty to do around here while he is gone.
This week is probably going to be the hardest to be away from home for me. This is the week that my family goes up to Whitney Pond in Maine... which is a very special lake up near Oxford Plains that we have been renting a cabin on every summer since I was born basically, and this will be my first summer ever missing that week :( Please have loads of fun for me mom, dad, joel, katie, grandma and grandpa.
As a side note on my eating habits since I've arrived... It seems that I eat my meals much later than I usually do in the States. For instance, I usually don't eat lunch until 1pm, and dinner usually comes around 8pm, sometimes even a little later. I've been drinking a lot more coffee since I got here, though coffee here is not really like coffee in America, (a large portion of it is frothed milk... mmmmm). The soda here has a different taste than in America. Particularly I've noticed it in the Coke and Fanta... I don't like it. meh, whatever.
Anyways, tomorrow I think I'm going to go to the Unitarian church right around the corner from my place. I believe they are have some special music service tomorrow, so that should be nice to see. After that, there is a concert over at the Con, which is put on by the early music ensemble. They are playing some Brandenburg Concerto and some other stuff. fun fun :)















the opera house and bridge.















Peter joking around with other gamelan players at the rehearsal.















Peter and me at my gamelan lesson. We are playing gangsa in this picture, and then the cheng cheng (I'm not sure on the spelling... but it's the one that looks like a little turtle) is sitting in front with some cymbals and the bell tree.




















Playing the didgeridoo in Peter's office.















Part of the Biennale at the NSW Art Gallery includes a bunch of these goofy little comic drawings chalked both on the outside and the inside of the museum. Speaking of quirky portions of the exhibit, the walls inside the main foyer of the gallery are constantly being painted back and forth between black and white throughout the entire duration of the Biennale (from June 18 to September 7).




















Another one inside.

Sorry, the video wouldn't upload this time, I'll try again next time.


Thanks for reading.

Luke.