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Hindley Street

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hail storm Broken Hill

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hot chips

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With special guest comedian Simon Taylor we watch and bitch about an episode of Australian game show Family Feud.

Well this podcast episode was a long time coming.

After only a month or two of uploading episodes of our show to iTunes and Dailymotion (subscribe people!) I was first contacted by Simon Taylor asking if I'd like to record something together. 

I immediately went into panic mode.

From the get go of creating a podcast, I was familiar with the whole Marc Maron Inside the Actors Studio type show. He does the comedian-talking-to-comedians-about-comedy format to perfection, so why would I ever want to attempt it?

Instead, I was happy to plod along on my foul mouthed tawdry show, watching old Adelaide-related TV or trying to come up with stupid bits to humiliate my co-host with. Never had I anticipated having a guest on, let alone a writer from The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

In a true sign of strength, my first response was to direct Simon to some other local, more professional podcasts, which he graciously declined and assured me he enjoyed what we did. A fact that I immediately accepted as gospel and have never sought to verify, strictly for ego reasons.

I agreed to do the collaboration, sailing high on my own sense of self-satisfaction, and it was settled that we'd catch up sometime during the Adelaide Fringe Festival.

That podcast episode never happened.

Due to our respectively busy schedules, combined with a pinch of my own avoidance, we just never got back together until Fringe had come and gone. We made a pact to record something next time Simon was in town before finally departing company, Cassablanca style.

Fast forward four months and we finally made good on the promise. Here it is in all its majesty: three idiots huddled around a TV at 1am, abusing Daryl Sommers in a 30 year old episode of Family Feud.

Marc Maron, you ain't got shit on me! xx

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We post some fake ads on Craigslist pretending to be a woman looking for the guy she hooked up with. Then we read the responses from creeps pretending to be the guy from the fictitious scenario.

In our regular Craigslist Missed Connections podcast we generally focus on characters who seem to lack a sense of social grace or just can't read a room. These are the sort of champions who will expose themselves to a family on public transport and then post in a personal column because they thought there was a soul connection. Classy.

This time around we break from format and compose some adverts ourselves. The point of the Catfish version of our regular show is more social experiment and to giggle at our own stupid shit.

Firstly you write a far fetched sexual scenario and then put it out there to see if any delusional opportunist would step up and confess to being the imaginary Lothario from our tale.

By rights a fictitious ad for a missed connection to a person who doesn't exist should yield zero results.

Over 100 hundred dudes replied.

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Frente! Marvin the Album 21st anniversary tour

For those of you who don't already know, @frenteofficial will be performing the Adelaide gig of their Marvin the Album 21st anniversary tour this Friday 6 June at the Governor Hindmarsh (www.thegov.com.au).

I've had a great past few months casually going back and forth with Simon Austin and @angiehartmusic in the build up to the tour. It's been fun sharing some mutual love of 70s soul, generally pissfarting and convincing some musically inclined friends to record covers of Frente tracks. I even had the ego boost of Angie contacting me to say I was the inspiration for Frente to hold a song writing workshop in conjunction with the Australasian Performing Right Association @APRA. Nice!

This is where the truth comes out: I have never owned a legit copy of Marvin the Album. Ahh the shame, but I have my reasons.

Back in the grungey days of '92, I first heard 'Ordinary Angels' and instantly loved it. I went out and bought the Clunk ep the next day. I was at a perfect, lovesick, maudlin teen stage and spent months listening and obsessing over that thing. Carefully examining the lyrics. Looking at the cover, wondering where you meet someone with a nose ring. Refusing to look at the inside pic because I thought Angie looked like Countdown Revolution host Tania Lacy.

When I wasn't calling the RAGE phone number to see if the video would be playing, I was forcing the CD to be played at friend's houses in between Nirvana, Mudhoney and The Melvins. Making sure I always skipped straight to 'Paper, Bullets & Walls' because that was the one with 'fuck' in the lyrics.

Now whatever magic I was working back then paid off, and I somehow managed to get myself a real life girlfriend. The romance may have only lasted a number of months but it meant a big deal. She came from a fairly strict religious household where they didn't really listen to music a whole lot. I don't recall if she owned any CDs but I remember she had a secret cassette of Billy Joel's Greatest Hits that she would listen to when she had the opportunity.

Over time, her parents came to accept me a little and I think became conscious of how potentially cut off she had been. As a gesture of change, her mother approached me privately for advice about what music they could buy for her approaching birthday. 

Undoubtedly thinking that I could tape myself a nice little copy, I suggested Marvin the Album. Her mum took my word for the recommendation and it was done.

When that birthday rolled around it was a perfect excuse for me to crash around to the house and crank shit out of that CD. Which I would do whenever I visited. But I only ever listened to it casually. It was something in the background while I tried to get her alone. She spent time with it, listening, living it by herself. It meant something.

Like most teen romances, this one ran its course. I think in my usual tactful fashion, I had designs on some other girl and we gradually parted company. When it did finally end she offered the birthday CD to me.

I didn't take it.

As consolation she copied me her Billy Joel's Greatest Hits cassette.

I've never owned a copy of Marvin the Album.

Sorry Frente.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Adelaide.

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Ladies prepare to get wet!

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The breakfast of champions!