21-24 August 1985 Pizza overboard at the Blue Moon
Commencing Wednesday 21 August 1985 - shitful day at work with antidote described as bottle of red with Anne Jones and Ron Layne. Evening spent typing La Bamba meeting minutes and breaking only long enough to devour a Silvio's Pizza. I met Silvio once - Silvio Bevacqua - his little pizza business in Red Hill (just across the road from where I now live) morphed into Domino's Pizza, but I met him when Pip and I owned a small deli cafe in Mt Gravatt and there was a chance he might have bought us out to insert a pizza shop. Asides - love 'em.
On the Thursday, I met Pip for lunch at Sportsgirl in Queen Street and purchased a vastly reduced cowboy shirt ($12 reduced from $60 - my kind of shirt). After work, Pip and I headed for Buranda and to a shop that sold a stylus for my turntable - that's the bit that puts the needle on the record - needle on the rec-rec-rec-rec-record - and then home to clean out Pip's mighty Suzuki Swift, which was advertised in the paper on Friday. Thursday was seen off with an evening of bawdy, middle european TV on SBS.
It seems to have been all happening on Friday August 23rd 1985. La Bamba fizzed out again - this time Genevieve Thackwell-James and the Dalmations cancelled and killed off a 'musical' La Bamba, but over in St Lucia, Do-Re-Mi were playing a Joint Effort.
Genevieve Thackwell-James
I cannot understand my preference for a Randall & Thomas haircut over a Joint Effort with Do-Re-Mi. Yes, it's true that haircuts were important to me, but Do-Re-Mi was a band I enjoyed immensely. Tom Harvey gave me free re-colour and Pip and I pissed around playing the synthesisers in Palings for a while and had coffee at Aroma's, but we didn't go to the Joint Effort = poor showing I say.
A poor showing also this having to work on a Saturday morning caper. Saturday's usual round of domestic chores ended with a bike ride to Pip's and then to our free dinner at Pasta Joke - we had received a complimentary dinner for two a couple of weeks ago as the result of a less than adequate meal.
This one made up for it - 'beautiful' and 'extra good' are the terms I threw around in my diary, though I'm not entirely convincedthat 'free' didn't set the mood right for an enjoyable meal.
In a display a little more 'Urban Gent' like, we hit the Blue Moon Cafe after dinner to see Rick Caskey and Mark Simmonds and others play. Had a great night sitting with Michael
Mark Simmonds
Whelan and John Caskey.The Blue Moon was just around the corner from the National Hotel on the corner of Queen and Adelaide Sts - I think there's a rather drab block of apartments there now.