Today I am the 'working girl', like my Nanna says, looking after my Mum's flower shop while she is away with my big sister on the other side of the country. I'm happy to do it because it is a beautiful place to be, and it is in my quiet little town so I can use all my Mum's downloads to catch up on all the music that everyone is listening to with minimal interruptions from, like, people. I just have to make sure Tyler, The Creator's 'Her' isn't too loud when our elderly customers come in for their pot of cyclamens.
Last night I saw Burt Bacharach with his band and the Victorian Orchestra and it was so good. I went with my Dad which is always lovely and as our collective age was significantly lower than those around us we enjoyed surveying the vast sea of grey heads before us as they relived the music of their youth. So refreshing. And we at the Gilligan household love Burt; my Dad in particular. He may not know much about music but he knows what he likes and why. It's all very well and good to get 'expert' opinions on your work but when it comes to the crunch, a musically clueless but honest opinion can be more helpful. While sometimes it's harder to understand my Dad because of the whole communication gap
("I like the bit where you go 'oooOOOmm...bada-da-da DA!'"
"What, like the A minor 7 bit?"
"What?"
"...what?")
his opinion on my work is something that I couldn't be without (sometimes just because it can be pretty funny to try and maintain a conversation like the above).
Ahhh customers! I don't know how to work the eftpos machine help HELP
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