Monthly Archives: December 2010

The Great Gig in the Sky Above Uluru / Ayer’s Rock

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A Kangaroo Crossing in Eastern Australia.

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‘I just came round to see if anybody fancied coming to the Oo-loo-roo Rocks Solstice festival this weekend.  There’s lots of great macropod bands on, and others too.  The way you’re singing it sounds like you could play there yourselves!’

‘Thanks Wally’ Alice laughed, ‘Yeh, cobber, it sounds fair dinkum bonzer me ol’ bushie.’

So after we finished drinking our spring water we set off for the Oo-loo- Rocks festival.  We were still springing, while Wally skipped.  Apparently they used to hop, until Skippy got them all skipping in the 1960s.

After an hour I asked Alice if she knew where the festival was, and she said it was held on several stages in the air.

Half an hour later I saw a great sight in front of me, and thought that it must be air’s or Oo-loo-roo rock.

There were several venues up in the air, each like great roockets the size of a desert view.

We met a few of Wally’s friends at the entrance, which was a portal below the centre of the air used for the festival.

Once we were up in the air at the festival we could just settle back and enjoy the view and tunes.  Bonzo Scottie  really enjoyed himself there, and looked the happiest I’d seen him; looking like a butcher’s dog!

I enjoyed quite a few bands, including the Roomones, Atomic Rooster and Roosh

Atomic Rooster had a song called Head in the Sky which really suited the setting, while Roosh’s music also fitted the venue, with songs like Fly By Night going down well.

The Roomones were pretty mad.  All the members are called Joey Roomone: the singer is tribover Joey, guitarist is smokin’ Joey, bassist is guesta Joey and the drummer is pesci Joey.

Probably my favourite band were the headliners: Injured Wildlife.  They are really popular in the area, with signs up everywhere.  They were all dressed in black, and had the stage positioned so it was all lit up bright yellow by the setting solstice sun.  It was the perfect setting for the band. 

They had really socially conscious lyrics in songs like Cousin Koala Curling Up Eucalyptus and When Did You Last See a Waltzing Wallaby.  All the crowd had a roousing singalong, as they knew the songs off by heart, and it was a fitting end to the great gig in the sky rookets.

Alice Springs, We Sings and the Wallaroo Symbs

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Wallaroo Joey sleeping

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‘Come along off the road,’ advised Alice, ‘you all look plum pole-axed piqued out.  And the ghangiant  will be along soon, and you don’t want to be around when it turns up.’

We didn’t like the sound of the ghangiant, and had had enough drama for the week, or even a human or wolf lifetime…but not quite enough for a greenygrey, as we live forever.  It would take Hollywood a thousand years to create enough drama to fit into a greenygrey eon.

Alice sprang ahead, and we followed as quickly as we could.   Spring, spring, spring we sprang; springing sprightly we span, sending sand sunny side up. 

We reached the edge of town, and Alice stopped at a watering hole for a drink.  She invited us to quench our thirst too:  ‘Come drink at this spring, it’ll make you sing.’ 

The water sure did taste sweet, and the next thing we knew, Bonzo was singing Have a Drink on Me.  Elle then started singing Waltzing Matilda, before Warren Zevon‘s Werewolves of London cornered my cerebral cortex (nailed my noggin) and a rousing rendition that I didn’t think I was capable of burst out of my mouth.

‘Why, I haven’t heard such sweet singing for a long while.’  I looked around to see a macropod approaching in a scene that symbolised everything that was great about Greenygrey’s Rambles to me. 

‘Hello Wally Mac,‘ exclaimed Alice, what brings roo to these parts.

Alice Springs out of the Desert

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Alice Springs Outback Sunset

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MiMo Moby told us to watch after ourselves, and to keep on the straight path.  We faced great danger ahead of us, but we could pull through if we kept it all together.  After that, he shot off into the stratosphere.

We continued south, and it didn’t get much easier for us, as dust storms swirled and the wind howled.

In the west, it looked like hell, with the ghosts of the ancients moaning on crucifixes and burning at stakes.  Massive industrial buildings seemed to contain a mixture of slave human labour and battery animals, all living cramped and degrading lives.

And it was no better in the east, with people looking like they’d been freshly stoned to death or thrown to their deaths.  There was slave labour still going on there, and animals were being cut and drained without anaesthetic.

It wasn’t difficult to keep to the path with all that going on either side of us, but it was also upsetting, so we tried to shut our eyes and pretend it wasn’t going on.

Poor Bonzo was singing Gimme a Bullet to Bite On, while Elle was worried her body wasn’t going to be strong enough to get her through.

We were just about out on our feet, when suddenly a woman sprang out of the red sunset and into the road.  She introduced herself as Alice.