In Conversation with… Sabian Wilde

Marketing Lecturer. Writer. Music Bod. Claims to have coined 'Perthonality'

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I am still alive.

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Current Music: The Lost Patrol — My Heart Is Still A Mess

Current Mood: tired

Yes indeedy, I am still alive… but in such a different way.

Almost three months since my last real entry!

Three months during which I have been working a “real” journalism job.

Still try to do some writing for Beat when I can, and I’m finding that I’m being a little less considered and more enthusiastic in my reviews… which is interesting in a sense… now that “music” isn’t my work, I have a real passion for it at the moment…

Listening to: “In Motion” by Copeland; “Revelations” by Red Jezebel; “From The Sea” by Eskimo Joe; “HUNKY DORY” by David Bowie…

Spending time with: my work; my daughter; my girlfriend; the Big Hoo-Ha impro comedy group; my Robert.

Also, have made friends with a couple of people at work… Noodles, Mata and Steve R.

Life is so different… always tired, but being responsible for the first time in my life has its own rewards, I guess.

DOCTOR WHO! in half an hour…. Fourth Floor Collapse’s going away gig tonight, SW ROTS tomorrow… all good.

Rumours of my becoming a gay icon are “slightly” exaggerated.

Leave a message… I wonder how many of you I’ve lost.


No Bowie…

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I didn’t get to see Bowie.

Very Practically, Ray decided to see if we could sell the really too-expensive tickets, and we could.

And then, no less practically (on account of my not having earnt a cent for a month — and no dole either), she decided not to buy the normal too-expensive tickets either.

If my friend Randy (former frontman of my Melb band LEEN) had wanted to go, I might have been allowed a day pass and some money for lollies, but Randy decided to give it a miss.

I pointed out that he could probably go see Bowie anywhere, rather than having to wait for him to come here and he agreed — and then told me he’s thinking of going to California to see the once-off PIXIES reunion.

Then the beautiful girl at my preferred Fitz cafe — who has a Black Flag tattoo on her back and an unhealthy obsession with Cliff Richard — tells me that Bowie played a Pixies cover the night before.

Ray took me to see ‘Big Fish’.

It wasn’t bad, but it was a little less the life-milestone that Bowie shoulda… coulda… almost… oh fuck.

Written by Xab

Friday, March 5, 2004 at 2:01 pm