The return of Everett True | 131. Gerald Keaney and the Gerald Keaneys
Today, I reviewed the new Vacant Valley compilation for The Guardian. Hopefully, that will be appearing online in a day or two. For now, though… well, you can think of this as an advance taste. A teaser, if you will. There are 23 tracks on the compilation, it merits four stars out of five (I am SO into the idea of reducing my words to simple numerology right now – just show me the loot) and… well this teaser (if you will) is my favourite among the 23, even including that extraordinary Per Purpose track that draws from the same well of inspiration as Nick Cave drew from all those years ago. As the critic quite correctly identifies in the review. The forthcoming review. Good man.
Here. If you don’t like this I ain’t never gonna fuck you or even fuck you up baby. You just ain’t worth it, scum dog handler.
Excellent rhythmic rhythms, all that malarkey.
The dude knows how to speak. And write. And talk. (Shrugs.) I mean, we all know how to do that, right? But this dude KNOWS how to it. And his stuff has got a beat you can fucking sway along to as well, drunk or sober. The track I want is called ‘No Content’. It ain’t available. Fuck it. Here’s one that is, and it’s free. All the music here is free. All move me in ways I’d rather not discuss in public. Not so shabby.
Here’s what they say:
Catch them in Brisbane in some dodgy old pub or under a bridge. Make sure you get the name right: some folk think the band is called Nanobot and the Nanobots. It is perhaps fortunate that these people all turned into hatstands and umbrellas.
Here’s what they look like:
I cannot believe I have not focused on Mr. Keaney before now. Two months before I leave, and the smell of defeat is bitter in my nostrils. Bugger it. I have failed Brisbane, myself and Australia. Mostly all the wrong people befriended me when we arrive here seven years back, or if not the wrong people then the right people for all the wrong reasons.
I find with DIY stuff there is a process and an outcome, both of which are attractive. The outcome that I was aiming for was communication of the kind of ideas that might improve society or enable people to challenge the existing social order – Capitalism. I believe that this social order is an inferior form of sociology. You can do this pretty easily by just crudely tabling ideas. That’s your outcome. In terms of your process, I guess some people have the ability to express themselves just thrown into their laps by the Gods.
It’s true that there are some people who are just talented writers or talented musicians, talented whatever, but for the rest of us – the so-called creative unwashed then DIY is good because it’s a learning curve. You’re not under a lot of pressure; you’re not going to lose a million dollars for anyone. It’s not about making or breaking a career, you can try things and if you fail it’s not such a big deal – you can try different things so it’s a much more expansive, generous learning curve.
So I reckon that’s the two reasons. As for doing academic Philosophy, I think it enables you to hone your ideas. But then if you want to do something with those ideas, the processes and outcomes that you find in DIY practice become attractive.
Courtney Barnett’s recent tee has “Courtney Barnett and the Courtney Barnetts.” Note my own band name dates back to 2005. No half-arsed narcicism like Anthony and the Johnsons! (Who? You rightly ask). Also in ‘real life’ my particular use of the name has been happening since 1966, and hopefully will continue into the near future.
So the same concept of naming has here been shared by Courtney and I. Usually different words picking out the same concept are interchangable. This means I am now Courtney and she is now Gerald. Quite like Gerald’s new song “Pedestrian at Best.” Yes folks, conscious is in “saturated analogue.” Also these days I am a stylish young networker. Watch out for the new Courtney Barnett live album partly recorded under William Jolley Bridge in Melbourne, including Courtney’s more DIY effort “The International” (go down this page), recorded at the aptly-titled Underdog pub.
Also seems like my name, tho the same since 1966, has recently become less Gaelic and easier to spell – but don’t forget the double “t” at the end you dyslexic ttwits!