I don’t miss Australia. Nostalgia and sentimentality are crippling. How are you supposed to enjoy life when you’re constantly thinking about the past? You can’t! Eeeeeeek. But! What they are good for is entertainment. You know, looking back, grinning, chortling, putting life into perspective, etc…
Yesterday I revelled in such entertaining nostalgia for the mother country through the cult Australian 80′s classic, Dogs In Space. Have you seen it?
If a) Yes, please read sub-section c).
If b) No, please read sub-section d).
c) You have? Great! Then you know what I’m talking about right? What a great country to call home! Those brooding Melbournites spilling out of a late 70′s house in Richmond gurgling with drugs and music and ideas – enjoying their youth and shunning the banality of life. My goodness! You definitely don’t need to be in New York City to be cool with a heroin addiction. But for all they did they ended up either dead or fucked up in some way. Possibly even got married and moved to Northcote to start a family. Are you one of these people? If so, email me and tell me what happened. I gotta know.
d) You fool! How could you? Wait! How rude of me. You’re not a fool. Just misguided. Sheltered, if you will. I know what that’s like – before yesterday I was just like you. Wandering about in this world without context or satisfaction. Do what you will to remove the shackles of naivety. You’ll feel all the better for it.
P.S. Dogs was directed by Richard Lowenstein. He also directed this music video for another great Aussie cultural export. Until they made a second album that is.