What's On

How did I end up here? Now’s there’s a question I often ask myself as my brain shrinks by the year. Not that it was a massive organ to begin with but studying literature with a pragmatic switch to business during the 80’s promised the “American Dream” as seen through Aussie eyes. A year in Sydney real estate was enough to turn this aspiring player into a young Willy Loman, dying a drawn out death, marketing fresh air where bricks & mortar should have been. I think selling “off the plan” is the correct term.

Hard work pays off, except in my case where I made a grand total of zero sales accompanied by two pkts of B&H special filter a day. The powers that be didn’t have the heart to sack someone who worked so hard despite such miserable results so I fell on my own bloody pen & dragged my sorry ass out of the property industry, with my dignity easily contained in a toiletries bag.
                    
Then I delved further into the world of make believe selling advertising space on the side of buses & trams. Funny & farcical in equal portions my business card said “Chief Inspector” & I was employed to wander into North Sydney Advertising agencies in a Sherlock Holmes hat & overcoat brandishing a magnifying glass. Seeking the perfect advertising deal was the punch line, seeking a hole to crawl into was my preferred option. The things we do for cash.

The small business incarnation was my next role, which in plain speak means working for a smaller wage but with twice the responsibility & triple the debt. This is the romance of being your own boss but without the honeymoon or the wet kisses. A succession of grandiose little “things” grew into nothing of consequence & I started to realise that not everyone is destined for greatness.
 
So then I gravitated towards the night.....No it’s not what you think. There was no nocturnal mood music & I wasn’t selling my soul to the devil after failing to find success in the daylight. Like most things in real life it was far more mundane. The Loft Nightclub played what was once called “alternative” music, a sort of purist vision of what JJJ has become. This was pre “Big Day Out” before rebellion was completely packaged & no-one was catering for the kiddies who loved these left of centre tunes. I didn’t go into it for the drugs, booze, the girls, the notoriety or even the money. The “Loft” was from a more quaint & innocent time......Then we made it to the "Majors." 

Playing against the big kids in Northbridge. Dance music, “colourful” characters, bow legged women & a media persona of my own egocentric creation. Staying up all night & sleeping all day. My free falling mental health accompanied by ample success & a great little club with a Japanese name...It brought me a house, a few blue chip shares & an avalanche of sordid tales...But slowly & ever so surely the glitter began to fade & this boy was growing weary.              

So after 17 years & three clubs my time is nigh.....The music has lost its relevance, my mojo is on the wane & I’m doing it for the money.  No nobility or passion in that....The Geisha girl deserves better so it is time to pass the torch to the new generation.....Akika will remain to entertain, outrage & titillate but I will no longer wield the poison pen........

It’s a brand new day....So with my freedom brought & paid for Peter Palmer bids you goodbye & goodnight....Thanks for coming & long may Geisha reign as your late night “lady.”        

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