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Last day in Perth of the Tura Totally Huge New Music Festival (yes, for real). Been a hectic week between the seaside (Fremantle) and the city (Perth). Seen plenty, met plenty and slept a little. Main event was a Ruined Piano Convergence which saw (among many things) one ebony and ivory number burnt, another left on a beach, one suspended and one slept in. Sounds on offer from the concerts varied from bent leather, wired person, surround sound, surface noise, keening theremins, tractor-hub-bells and pianos in various states of unrecognisablity (including mine, I had no idea that this piano emphasis would be like it was when I applied to come down to present at the conference a few months ago). Half the temperature down here of back home up north and god knows how many more times people (but in true style the Ambassadors of Manners swept in and once again this year the streets were awash with the sounds of Seamen).
Back in the palatial capital of the north tomorrow and back to the high 30s in the shed the day after to make a sound walk for the lucky people of Fremantle to wander around to...but it probably won't be what they expect...they might even find a croc on the beach where the piano was...