Diamond got the chance to drive a race car
Being a boy ‘n all that
He was MOST excited to get the chance to drive said race car
Sometimes Santa DOES pick the winner gift Youcanthankmelater Macaroni would have loved to have a turn too over my limp lifeless dead body Magoo wasn’t so sure
What if he crashes?
He drove like a mofo for 28 laps – he got up to 160 miles/ 257 km per hour
He was supposed to do just 18 laps, but their car dash camera didn’t work, and he didn’t want a t-shirt of the experience, he wanted the video.
So they GAVE him another 10 laps, and re-recorded that.
We have now watched that video forty-hundred times. Yeh.
The whole time he was whizzing around the track, Magoo kept saying,I don’t want to be an orphan. Orphan’s have to share a room with hundreds of other orphans and wear really ugly dresses ??
I’m like, you can only be an orphan if BOTH your parents are dead
Oh… And she’s like, well I still hope he doesn’t crash I don’t want to be a black widow either
Pierre LE POIDEVIN was born in 1801 (approx.) in France.
He was transported to Sydney on 28 September 1835 from England. (he dropped the ‘Le’ and just went by Pierre Poidevin)
He was convicted at the Royal Court in Guernsey on the 13th December, 1834 for base coin forgery and sentenced for seven years transportation to the colony of NSW. (for those that don’t know, Australia started out as a penal colony and all the riff-raff started out here) Pierre was a single man, a cabinet maker and he could read and write. He was also a Roman Catholic. His physical description was described as – 5 foot 4 inches tall, very dark complexion, dark brown hair, greenish eyes. Once he had served his time, he became licensee of the Old Collector Inn, in Collector NSW, until he died in his sixties
He was married to a lady named Rebecca, and they had 7 children, 5 sons and 2 daughters
One of their sons was Francis Poidevin
He married Catherine Turner and they went on to have 12 children, 7 girls and 5 boys
One of their daughters’ name was Beatrice May Poidevin
Beatrice married Henry Bryant, and they produced 4 children, 3 daughters and 1 son
Their only son, Cecil Bryant, married a lady named Hazel
They went on to have 7 children – 5 boys, 2 girls
One of THEIR sons went to the town of Collector today (You might recognise him)
And visited this quaint place, full of landmarks named for the Poidevin family
The pub’s still there
The general store’s still there
Today, we got to visit a place where part of our family started
Dad’s Great-great Grandfather, Pierre Le Poidevin, started out as a criminal
And seems like he turned out just fine
I’m grateful for that!
There’s SO much more to the story, with new stuff we’re learning all the time
We always wondered just where us ‘Bloody Wilsons’ came from
Now we know
We’re from FRENCH ancestry, ooh la fucking la!
For today, it was pretty incredible to stand in that town, visit our ancestors graves
And be proud of where we came from
Wonder if they’d be proud of us? Don’t answer that.
What a week!
I mean, work wise, it’s been another run of ‘WOW’ shows that have truly been so fun
I know, ‘so fun’ is a lame-o description – but it’s the best one
This week has been SO FUCKING FUN
Lucky it has too, because it makes it easier to get through the shit stuff
And by shit stuff, I’m referring to the death of two of my favorite singers
Now, I have a LOT of favorites, and add more each year
But for most of my music listening life, these two have been in my top five
Fristly, CHRISSY AMPHLETT
In my opinion, the first (and still the best) true ROCK chick and front woman, to ever come out of Australia
She was the lead singer of the DIVINYLS, who most of the world would know, for their biggest hit, I TOUCH MYSELF While that is a great song, their music catalogue is so rich with fucking phenomenal tunes (so many of which were massive on the charts in Oz) that I would have trouble picking just one favourite.
My first paid gig as a muso was in a duo with my brother Travis, where we sang the shit out of as many Divinyls songs as we could get away with (yes I have a Tweety Bird vest on)
It was ‘never-fail’ music that would get any crowd on their feet and singing along
We were probably only ever about 2 songs away from being called a Divinyls cover band (…and a matching tutu…yep)
A great description found on youtbe: “…Few Aussie Rock Bands defined the era better than the Divinyls , fewer still did it with a lead singer who was a woman, and a very assertive and menacing one at that, who had such stage presence that she demanded your attention. With a reputation for being sultry and unpredictable on stage, but never less than intriguing … There is no denying the Divinyls’ place in Australia’s Rock and Roll history … They were controversial , they had catchy songs, and Chrissy Amphlett is still the most unique and as it has turned out the most versatile female vocalist this country has produced”
Now, I get, that he was 81…but that doesn’t make me any less teary when I type those words….George Jones died.
A bit of background:
My parents, and particularly my Dad, have always been huge, I’m talking H-U-G-E country music fans. Our house where I grew up, in Kalgoorlie, was never quiet. There was ALWAYS music coming from the stereo. And that music was always country
And if you like your country REAL country, George Jones is your man
Then George Jones married Tammy Wynette and country music had it’s first ever King & Queen
Most of you / some of you / none of you, may know that my given name is actually
TAMMY-JO….yep….yehaw and all that
Not a lot of people actually know that the ‘TAMMY’ is after Tammy Wynette
And the ‘JO’ is after George Jones. (Dad wanted it to be TAMMY-JONES, but Mum won that one, thankyoubabyjesus)
With the occasional exception, I sing at least one George Jones song every night to warm up before going on stage
I will be eternally grateful that I got to see George live in concert three times
The last time was with Mum & Dad in Chicago. And I have no shame telling you that the 3 of us sat there with tears rolling down our faces, listening to his voice, the truest, purest country voice of all time, sing the songs that were the soundtrack to my childhood, and so many brilliant memories for our family
He was peerless, fearless, with the most distinctive, goosebump inducing tone to his voice, that I don’t believe anyone will ever match
RIP to the THE POSSUM
Just a little heads up, someone might want to go and wrap Cyndi Lauper in cotton wool and make sure NOTHING happens to her. Or your going to need to put me on suicide watch
She’s been my number one since neck bandanas were cool.
OK, make me feel better about being such a sook Who was the soundtrack to your childhood? What music heroes of yours would you be devastated to lose / or have already said goodbye to?