Latvian cowbell fondu karaoke singalong
Cheese, bad singing, cowbells, Latvians, sounds like any given Saturday night (do do dooo do doooo do do) in the cultural fondu pot that is Sydney.
But it wasn't always like this. There was a time, in Australia's inspidid white-bread past, when, to find such a harmonic combination, one would have to travel, often by sea, and subsequently donkey, to a small japanese record store, dank, candle-lit, hidden from the outside world, nestled in a Riga back-alley that lead from the swiss-cheese district straight to hell.
Spēlēt tas no jauna, Yoshi*, they'd plead, drunk and full of cheese. And the old gramophone would scratch into action once more, and an early recording of the traditional folk song "The Final Countdown", recognisable as the source material for the 80's hit by Swedish troubadours Europe, but differing in that the later version lacked the six seperate cowbell solos totalling 18 minutes of play time, would resonate in its well-worn grooves, and the rowdy Latvians would sing their little Latvian hearts out.
Romantic imagery, I know. Images which have been part of our lives since before we could read or write or play the violin.
Well, my friends, hold on to your hats, because, if all goes to plan, and certain fiduciary matters can be placed in the proper columns on particular spreadsheets, then I, your faithfull modern computer-correspondent, and at least two high-flyers from the heady world electrical engineering, one of whom has genuine Latvian heritage, will, in six to twelve months time, be travelling to Latvia on a mission to find this legendary shop, this mecca of the Latvian cowbell fondu karaoke singalong scene.
My co-explorers will be Mandy and Dean, although if you know who they are you probably already knew about the plans, the plans being sort of Sweden-Finland-St Petersburg-Latvia-Estonia-Finland-Sweden circuit. We will also see such famous tourist attractions as Dr Demihov's Two-Headed Dog, in the Latvian Medical History Musuem.
Looks like a little dog sitting on top of a big dog to me, but that's those crazy Latvians for ya!
Stay tuned for further developments as they, err, develop.
* - "Play it again, Yoshi" in Latvian
But it wasn't always like this. There was a time, in Australia's inspidid white-bread past, when, to find such a harmonic combination, one would have to travel, often by sea, and subsequently donkey, to a small japanese record store, dank, candle-lit, hidden from the outside world, nestled in a Riga back-alley that lead from the swiss-cheese district straight to hell.
Spēlēt tas no jauna, Yoshi*, they'd plead, drunk and full of cheese. And the old gramophone would scratch into action once more, and an early recording of the traditional folk song "The Final Countdown", recognisable as the source material for the 80's hit by Swedish troubadours Europe, but differing in that the later version lacked the six seperate cowbell solos totalling 18 minutes of play time, would resonate in its well-worn grooves, and the rowdy Latvians would sing their little Latvian hearts out.
Romantic imagery, I know. Images which have been part of our lives since before we could read or write or play the violin.
Well, my friends, hold on to your hats, because, if all goes to plan, and certain fiduciary matters can be placed in the proper columns on particular spreadsheets, then I, your faithfull modern computer-correspondent, and at least two high-flyers from the heady world electrical engineering, one of whom has genuine Latvian heritage, will, in six to twelve months time, be travelling to Latvia on a mission to find this legendary shop, this mecca of the Latvian cowbell fondu karaoke singalong scene.
My co-explorers will be Mandy and Dean, although if you know who they are you probably already knew about the plans, the plans being sort of Sweden-Finland-St Petersburg-Latvia-Estonia-Finland-Sweden circuit. We will also see such famous tourist attractions as Dr Demihov's Two-Headed Dog, in the Latvian Medical History Musuem.
Looks like a little dog sitting on top of a big dog to me, but that's those crazy Latvians for ya!
Stay tuned for further developments as they, err, develop.
* - "Play it again, Yoshi" in Latvian
posted by I-Rock at 8:26 AM
16 Comments:
That's just a dog wearing a puppy-hat. I've seen it all before.
I am reliably informed that the prostitutes in Latvia are both hotter and cheaper than the norm. You heard it here first.
Did I say I was visiting Latvia?
Make that moving to Latvia.
I have heard very little about Latvia. I am also not really clear about the main thrust of this post. Is there or is there not cheese involved? I can't work it out.
It sounds more like a pilgrimage to me. As long as you kill some infidels or at least have sex with hot, cheap Latvian prostitutes it will be approved in the eyes of God
.. and cheese. Gods like cheese. Otherwise they wouldn't have made humans that make cheese.
The logic works for me.
Cheese will be a central player in the drama that unfolds in Latvia. Cheese and prostitutes.
I would describe the journey it as more spiritual than religious, but that may be splitting hairs. It's certainly metaphysical.
p.s. choc, did marcarse reply to you about the dvd?
I’m afraid to report that I’ve not heard boo out of Marcsarse, or indeed any other of his orifices (orifi?). I shall however e-mail him to find out what his intentions are. If they aren’t honourable I shall be most upset.
hmm, maybe my email beat around the bush a bit much... although I would think cus would be used to that by now!
there was something very "Rochelle, Rochelle" about that post ... PS can't wait
I would carefully inspect any latvian prostitutes before entering into any sort of business arrangement with them. In the prostitute world hot=expensive. Why this would not be the case in latvia, i do not know. Hm. Maybe just eat the cheese?
I hold your trained medical opinion in high esteem, Mr Roq, and will take it into consideration during any forthcoming interactions with ladies of negotiable affection.
Jerry... aka Vag I'm guessing, spose it could be Old Mate, but I'm guessing Oldest Mate. Milan and Minsk are nothing compared to what we'll see!
it all sounds a little messy...
perhaps it's the exchange rate? or the strength of the alcohol?
guess what i-rock - got another andy c six degrees person, do de do do...
Cheese is good. Sex is also good. Paying for sex is dubious, which surly means that the less you pay the more spiritually and emotionally rewarding the sex will be!!
The logic works for me.
And I'm sure the logic of Barry's saffa friends worked for them too.
'There's no room for religion in the class room, just like there's no room for logic in organised religion'.
Post a Comment
<< Home