sorry for the deluge of updates.
the prior updates were written from sydney, but for some reason they were only put up today.
in any case, i’m in melbourne. and i’m very tired and getting ready for bed (as most of you are probably just getting up and wiping the sleep crud from your eyes, my mom used to call them ‘sleepies’.
most of my friends call them ‘eye boogers’. i prefer ‘sleepies’.)
the second time i came to melbourne i went to see tom jones at a casino.
it was my first time in a casino and my first (and only, so far) time seeing tom jones. he played the hits. that’s what i like in a concert by a legend, the hits.
how would you feel if you payed $150 to see tom jones and he said ‘now i’m going to play all of my new material’. you’d feel jipped. of course a performer has the right to play new material, but when your old material consists of ‘its not unusual’ and ‘green, green grass of home’ and ‘shes a lady’, then you have to play the hits.
i could’ve done without ‘whats new pussycat?’, but that’s just me.
great song on record, kind of falls apart live.
sorry, tom, if you’re reading this. but the rest of his show was great. and some women even threw panties on stage. i guess old traditions die hard.
i’ve only had one pair of panties thrown on stage during one of my shows. and it was from a friend of mine. she was trying to make me feel sexy. suffice it to say it didn’t work.
but i’m no tom jones, that much is certainly apparent.
can you imagine just how much sex that man must’ve had in his life? it boggles the mind to even consider it.
ok, judging by the direction this update is taking i should probably brush my teeth and go to sleep. goodnight (or good morning if you’re in north or south america, good afternoon if you’re in europe or the uk or the middle east or africa or israel),
moby