Regular Jean #3

Ahoy there,

Sorry about the lateness of this, the third Regular Jean. I am writing to you from Daylesford Library. I have been living in Daylesford for the last 6 months or so.

You might know Daylesford from the series of tourism ads starring Isobel Lucas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdmDGVoxjIE

The extras playing locals are shown as peasants tilling the fields and stuff (that’s me in the red headscarf picking mulberries). It would have been more realistic to show the locals tending the gardens to their bed and breakfast businesses or hippy single mums running down the street after half naked children with pixie hats, but it wouldn’t have looked as good. And Isobel Lucas would more realistically be a personal assistant in her mid 50’s on a hens weekend, but that wouldn’t have looked that great either.

We’re a visual bunch, us humans.

Hrmmmmmm. Things are slow here. Lots of room for thinking, pondering, and general thought making. Oh my God, I sound like Winnie The Pooh.

I haven’t done much music in a while. It’s times like these where you forget your identity as a ‘musician’ or ‘songwriter’ and you have to look at what’s left… A silly girl that loves her friends and family, partner and dog. Could be worse eh?

I also love Christmas. It’s embarrassing, but I’m shameless. Give me a carol by candlelight, the smell of a pine tree, and some tinsel and life couldn’t get much better.

Singing carols is how I learnt to sing.. That reminds me.
At the end of year talent quest in year 6, my mate Kristy and I played (she on the clarinet, me on the tenor saxaphone) some hot renditions of some classic christmas hits, complete with santa hats for a bit of cheeky showmanship flair.

Of course the popular group won by MIMING ‘Boom Shake Shake Shake The Room’ by Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. It was a travesty.

Later that December I was voted ‘Nigel of The Year’ as my final honour at primary school. It wasn’t a good month. I was slightly comforted by the fact our school softened the blow by changing it from ‘Nigel No Friends’ (too politically incorrect) to an acronym -

Nutty
Intellegent
Gullible
Eager
Learner. 

It’s pretty funny now, and I’m quite proud to be honest.

Enjoy the scent of the pine, the cicadas, the blurry waves of heat rising from the ashphalt, wilting tinsel on plastic kmart trees, creepy dancing santas and muzak carols while you shop for last minute presents from Coles. ‘Strayan Christmas.

Signing out from Daylesford Library HQ..

Laura