The thing; whether it be simply a piece of music, or any activity of importance, with music being a metaphor for said activity, is of no real significance, if its rhythm, literal or otherwise, does not have the relentless forward motion or the historical and sociological significance of the feel decribed as 'swing'.
I took some pictures in the canal one day (with some CRAZY setting on the camera that I wasn't completely aware of). Almost none turned out, but I have four here that did to some extent.
That silhouette is Amy. Just after the photo, we heard some voices: Amy: Oh no, people are coming. Louis: They're probably just some 12 year olds on their razor scooters. Amy: I'm scared, Louis! Let's go.
And so we left the peaceful canals, followed by the 12 year olds on their razor scooters.
A child on the plane screamed her lungs out for most of the descent into Coffs Harbour. It was a lot to bear, the absolute pain and terror in her cries. She and her mother were sitting directly behind me, so I missed very little of the ordeal. Her mother (God love 'er) made vain attempts to control and console her. "I need you to settle down." She said, but she would not settle, and her terrible screams persisted. A few moments of solace were achieved while landing, either the crying had stopped or it was drowned out by the roar of the brakes. About to disembark, I got up and saw the girl for the first time. She was tear-stained and red-faced, and talking coherently to her tired mother. She also looked and sounded like she was about seven, and all my sympathy flew out the window. It returned when I overheard her mother talking to the woman across the aisle about her daughter. "Yeah, she doesn't deal well with flying, and she gets chronic nosebleeding as well." A lil' smile grew on my face. After all, chronic nosebleeding is a subject close to my heart.
On Saturday, I had a little trip to the hospital. After having my pupils examined repeatedly, then came the doctors and nurses whispering into each others ears: 'He's got long hair...he's probably on drugs...'. This of course was followed by a few repetitions of:
Hospital staff: Taken any drugs today? Louis: No. Hospital staff: (taken aback) No? What drugs have you taken recently? Louis: I took some antihistamine last night? Hospital staff: What kind? Louis: Polaramine. Hospital staff: Oh, thats alright. So, no stimulants? Cocaine, ecstasy, Ice? Louis: No, just polaramine. Hospital staff: Okay. (Disbelievingly writes on clipboard.)
You can catch the photographs and anecdotes from the day here.