A few words from a well-informed tour guide
My mother and sister are meeting Madame Adelaidezone for luncheon in Paris tomorrow. They will probably discuss
art and music, travel and austerity, prodigals and prodigies of various descriptions, education and health care, and the proper raising of children, just as they do when they are in Adelaide.
My mother's opinions on 21st century education
My sister's opinions about travel and careers
I have promised to be on my very best behaviour here in Adelaide during their absence. They do not want me to tell you any jokes at all about bottoms, poo, archbishops, emperors or bankers, but you may think it is quite a joke at present if you are seeking work and have been advised to travel in order to gain some sort of employment. Fortunately for me, itinerant persons and tourists often enjoy my music and clothing style, rather than any later shi(r)t.
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Looking for work can be quite a strain, as I know from my own experiences. Mum, Sis and I had our 18th century careers ruined by
Dad, who was far more of an embarrassment to the family than my poo jokes. If your father is the pushy sort, even when not constipated, you'll know what I mean.
Maybe your mum is quite pushy too at times. Mine even tried to make me eat boiled cabbage, and sometimes gave me sauerkraut and baked beans for dinner. It gave quite a different meaning to the term
wind ensemble at the breakfast table the following morning, I can assure you.
Dad is very irate today. He can't understand why
Australian governments keep giving cash to the parents of untalented children. To him it is like throwing money down the toilet. There are so many more useful things upon which to spend money, according to him. Where is his tax-funded palace? Where is his tax-funded new horseless motor carriage? Where are his tax-breaks for employing elderly servants and cutting back on coal?
His most frequent remark these days is:
"The Award Rates agreed by the Musicians' Union of Australia are such a pittance."
I did try to warn him that being a musician is not considered to be a proper job in the 21st century, unless it involves regular appearances on MTV. If you are trying to
pay off a mortgage whilst being primarily employed as a musician in Australia, have you ever been told either to seek a proper job or to tour constantly?
Several musicians of my acquaintances constantly tour, even though they are now well past the official retirement age. Most of those persons were quite successful performers of rock concertos during the 1970s but sadly they wanted to remain in that line of work after the age of thirty five.
I'm sure you'd like to know more about
my tours. As you may have
heard before, I wanted to be a dancer rather than a musician, but I failed the auditions. I also tried to get a job as a tour guide, but the only people interested in my services were those who paid in snuff boxes rather than cash. Perhaps snuff boxes would be a better currency in Europe now than the euro, though several former rock musicians have been known to prefer the contents to be somewhat stronger than snuff.
Well, I must pack up and get going. I'm off
to Vienna, where I shall meet Madame Adelaidezone on Saturday with an assortment of other tourists and show them around the place. We're going to find out if there are more mortgage-paying jobs for musicians in Austria than there are in Australia at present.
My gigs usually attract a good crowd, wherever I happen to be, and I don't need to rely on amplification or other gimmicks to receive the praise or critics, concert promoters and audience members. Now, though, it is time for me to start writing my latest composition:
Passport.
Wig.
Violin.
Underpants.
Smartphone.
Credit cards.
Ear plugs.
Vegemite.
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