Thursday, April 29, 2010
ANZAC Day and Opera House fun :)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
You can run, You can hide, But you can't escape my love! Chasing Kangaroos in the Outback
My Outback adventure, was literally an adventure. It started out with a day and a half drive towards our initial destination, Trilby Station a massive station where we were supposed to have our Australian "Outback-y" experience. It rained for most of the second day but it did not register in my mind that that would affect our trip in anyway. It wasn't until Ian, our bus driver who I refer to as "The Drover", started making phone calls that I wondered what was going on. The rest of the way to Trilby Station consisted of all red dirt roads that were at the moment getting flooded and turning into ginormous mud pits that would love to trap a charter bus like ours. This is how we got trapped in the little town of Cobar.
Now, before I go on I need to elaborate a little bit on Ian. Ian knows EVERYTHING one could possibly know about Australia. Anything he said went totally undisputed. He told us that rain like we experienced had not happened in about 70 years where we were and probably wouldn't happen again for another hundred. Trilby Station turned into an island because the flood waters totally surround it and they use helicopters to rescue the sheep. Therefore, we obviously could not get to Trilby so he arranged another trip. He called a previous ASC Outback trip location called Mount Boorithumble and within thirty minutes we were on our way.
Mount Boorithumble is still in New South Wales and is about a 40,000 acre sheep and cattle station. They also grow wheat and barley. The owners said that they call it a "farm" because around there a station implied land owners who hired workers to do all of the work on their station and did not have that relationship with the land. The Townsend brothers own Mount Boorithumble and their sister is one of the host mom's for us American students. When you look at them they look like they belong to Mount Boorithumble and it is evident that they do have the working relationship with the land.
During our stay at Mount Boorithumble we indeed roughed it, but it was good. We stayed in the Shearing shed where the workers would stay when they're shearing all of the sheep and there was a thick layer of red dust covering everything. They had to pump in water for us to use so we all took a "No Shower Challenge" and the results of which I will leave to your imagination. The second day we were there we got to go on a property tour in "uts" or four-wheel drive utility vehicles. We all kept laughing that this would never be allowed in America because we were standing in the back of these giant pick up trucks and our drivers floored it over the dirt "paths" and by the end of our adventure we were all covered with dust and mud. It was the most fun I have had in a while!! We got to see wild emus, the beautiful Australian landscape which was breathtaking and....kangaroos!!!!!
After our kangaroo near-death experience a couple of us took a walk and got to see the men herding all the sheep in to be tagged the next day. Instead of horses and dogs like in all the movies, they now use motorcyles and dogs! A couple new born lambs couldn't keep up so Ian had picked them up in one of the trucks but stopped when he saw us and let us carry them in! They were so precious and surprisingly very snuggly! They were completely content to let us carry them and some of them snuggled up against us and fell asleep. Ironically for dinner that night we had...lamb. Needless to say, I stuck with the sausages (hot dogs).
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Everybody's surfin, Surfin AUS!
Here in Australia during Easter time the “uni students” (university students) get two weeks off in a row. The first week is called Project Week and it is supposed to be a time for the students to catch up on homework and complete semester projects. The second week is their break week after Easter which is like the American Spring Break. Since the American students go on a group trip during break week, a lot of us planned fun trips to explore Australia during project week (maybe not the best idea but I’m only here once!). So a lot of people from the ASC program ended up taking off and going somewhere else in Australia for the week. Several people flew up to Cairns where the Great Barrier Reef is, but I decided not to because it was really expensive and I’ve snorkeled before so I decided to be adventurous and find somewhere else to go. After some intense online searching for a location and a plane ticket my roommate Emily and I decided to fly to the Gold Coast and stay at Coolangatta for the week. We got round trip plane tickets for $90 and stayed at the YHA Coolangatta hostel for $25 a night so I was pretty excited for this trip.
Our hostel was right across the street from a beach and if we took the free shuttle from the YHA to the actual city of Coolangatta we could go to the bigger beaches, shops, and restaurants. Our favorite beach quickly became Snapper’s Rocks where there was a beach area called Rainbow Bay. In the morning water came all the way up to the beach but by midday the tide at gone back out and it created a lagoon area and there was a sandbar between the bay and the rest of the ocean. It was pretty neat. Rainbow Bay is where we took our surfing lesson too. We got a great deal and two hours of surfing instructions with a retired professional surfer who coaches for the Quicksilver competitions. I was amazingly not awful and stood up and rode the waves all the way into the beach several times! I feel like surfing is like sledding though. You work so hard to get to the top of the hill (or out to the waves) and then the ride down (or in) is quick and then you have to do the work all over again. My arms the next day were killer sore and I couldn’t lift them very far over my head! It was definitely a work out!
Emily and I were beach bums the majority of the week but some of our friends from Wesley and some of the other American students drove up to Coolangatta to hang out with us and we drove about twenty minutes to Surfer’s Paradise which is another section of the Gold Coast. Surfer’s Paradise is mainly like the party zone with tons of clubs at night and tons of surfers and people on holiday during the day. We just walked around Surfer’s Paradise so we could see what all was there but it was just like a Miami Beach back home in the states. I didn’t like the beaches at Surfer’s Paradise nearly as much as the ones in Coolangatta. The Coolangatta beaches reminded me of Hawaii. They were quiet and there were neat rocks and cliffs all around.
Throughout the week we met several people from all over the World at our hostel and some of the days we all went to the beach together and hung out. I met Cedric and Quentin from France, Sabrina and Shanen from Austria, Pedro from Portugal, Kaji from Japan, Christopher from Denmark, Luke from Poland, and Ryan and Mark from the UK. The hostel was such an interesting place to be! There was a hostel BBQ one night and several other nights everyone just hung outside at the hostel. It made me want to travel so much more and see all those parts of the World that they were from or that they had seen on their journeys. There were a couple other Americans at the hostel but not many and some of the people said that when they met Americans who were travelling they had a much better impression of them. They said if we were travelling it must mean that we had an open mind about other countries and cultures and weren’t the stereotypical ethnocentric American. Some students had experiences that the second someone found out they were American and not Canadian they stopped talking to them and left. It’s quite interesting and sometimes a bit rough being an American here but fortunately I have not had any experiences like some of the other Americans have had.
Overall my trip to the Gold Coast was fantastic and I want to go back already! The people at the hostel were so incredible and when I was leaving they kept trying to get me to sign up to work and live there and just stay! It was so tempting but unfortunately classes were demanding that I return to Sydney! Coolangatta, or “Cooly” as they all call it, was a really laid back place where people surfed all day long and worked just enough to be able to stay and keep surfing. It was gorgeous there and there were families everywhere taking walks together or playing cricket on the beach. It was really different from the crazy go-go-go attitude of Sydney. It was a nice break from the hectic public buses and people constantly in a hurry to get somewhere. The nice slow pace made for the perfect break week but now I must go get all my homework done that I didn’t do ;)
Our flight was at 7:10am on Sunday morning but the buses don’t start running until 6am. Since we wouldn’t be able to get to their airport early enough to check in if we took the 6am bus, we had the brilliant idea to take the last bus into Sydney at midnight Saturday night and literally just pull an all nighter at Circular Quay. It was definitely a long night and we were exhausted by the time we got to the airport. We slept on the plane (which was only about an hour and a half flight) and when we got to the hostel we found breakfast at a little dive diner called the Eat N’ Run and then went across the street and fell asleep at the beach for five hours straight. I’m going to blame my poor sunscreen application on my lack of sleep because I definitely got a little (or a lot) fried the first day. I woke up and I had twisted on my side like a pretzel so only one half of my body got all the sun but at least I was rested!
Throughout the week we met several people from all over the World at our hostel and some of the days we all went to the beach together and hung out. I met Cedric and Quentin from France, Sabrina and Shanen from Austria, Pedro from Portugal, Kaji from Japan, Christopher from Denmark, Luke from Poland, and Ryan and Mark from the UK. The hostel was such an interesting place to be! There was a hostel BBQ one night and several other nights everyone just hung outside at the hostel. It made me want to travel so much more and see all those parts of the World that they were from or that they had seen on their journeys. There were a couple other Americans at the hostel but not many and some of the people said that when they met Americans who were travelling they had a much better impression of them. They said if we were travelling it must mean that we had an open mind about other countries and cultures and weren’t the stereotypical ethnocentric American. Some students had experiences that the second someone found out they were American and not Canadian they stopped talking to them and left. It’s quite interesting and sometimes a bit rough being an American here but fortunately I have not had any experiences like some of the other Americans have had. Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ozzie Rules Football
We American students got the opportunity to go see a Sydney Swans game at the Olympic Stadium against the St. Kilda Saints and I thought it was pretty interesting. I’ve decided that to my American eyes, AFL (Australian Football League) looks like a combination of football, soccer, volleyball, basketball, and either wrestling or hockey. Now keep in mind, this is the perspective of a girl who is still working on figuring out all the little (silly) rules of American football so don’t read too much into this sports people!
It makes me think of American football because it is a form of football (obviously) and there are two sets of posts at the end of the field that remind me of field goals and if you get the ball (that looks like an oversized football) in the center set of poles its 6 points. If the ball goes through the outer posts or hits the pole its 1 point. It’s also like football because they do tend to jump on each other in a huddle on the ground… Very manly man “I am man hear me roar” football-ish. It reminds me of soccer because there is a lot more kicking in AFL games than there is in American football or “gridiron”. You don’t run with the ball you pass it or kick it so it remind me of soccer a bit in that way and also because you don’t score touchdowns, you get goals. It also reminds me of volleyball because the players do this weird sort of fist bump thing with the ball where it almost looks like they’re doing a volleyball serve. It’s like basketball because you don’t catch the ball and run. The players bounce the ball on the ground every couple paces as they go. It took me a while before I could keep all the rules of the game straight and I am beyond aware that I probably didn’t get half of them! The score board had three numbers, for example it would say 2-4-16 which would be 2 six pointers and 4 one pointers which would be a total of 16 points.
Finally, I say it reminded me of hockey because they would all be playing and all of a sudden they would be on the ground ripping each other’s shirts in a crazy pile and the referees never stopped it. It was amusing. The fans were pretty amusing too. There was a man in a skin tight red power ranger’s suit with a leotard skirt and a wig on and everyone had giant pom poms and flags. Whenever we walked by one group of fans they would yell “USA! USA! USA!” They apparently really liked Americans. No sporting event is ever complete without a trip to the concession stand of course so I was all jazzed and ready for a corndog or a chilidog forgetting that they probably serve different foods. Instead of good ole’ American hotdogs they served meat pies…sad day. So I settled for some delicious chips (aka French fries) and a diet coke so all was well.
Unfortunately, the Swans lost to the Saints so it was a sad night in Sydney but I liked getting to see both an AFL game and the Olympic stadium in one go! According to the Australian students a rugby league game is the way to go, but AFL is uniquely Australian and it was a fun game to watch.
It makes me think of American football because it is a form of football (obviously) and there are two sets of posts at the end of the field that remind me of field goals and if you get the ball (that looks like an oversized football) in the center set of poles its 6 points. If the ball goes through the outer posts or hits the pole its 1 point. It’s also like football because they do tend to jump on each other in a huddle on the ground… Very manly man “I am man hear me roar” football-ish. It reminds me of soccer because there is a lot more kicking in AFL games than there is in American football or “gridiron”. You don’t run with the ball you pass it or kick it so it remind me of soccer a bit in that way and also because you don’t score touchdowns, you get goals. It also reminds me of volleyball because the players do this weird sort of fist bump thing with the ball where it almost looks like they’re doing a volleyball serve. It’s like basketball because you don’t catch the ball and run. The players bounce the ball on the ground every couple paces as they go. It took me a while before I could keep all the rules of the game straight and I am beyond aware that I probably didn’t get half of them! The score board had three numbers, for example it would say 2-4-16 which would be 2 six pointers and 4 one pointers which would be a total of 16 points.
It was also spiffy to be walking around the Olympic stadium and see the signs pointing out where the pools were and such. I’d like to go back sometime and walk around and see more. The place was absolutely massive. The field that the AFL game was on was beyond ginormous. The seats just kept going up and up and up. Luckily we had good seats so I didn’t have to get an unexpected cardio workout.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Canberra, The Capital
Wow, what a busy busy past couple of weeks! Time is absolutely FLYING by. I cannot believe that I have been here in Australia for over six weeks! It seems so unreal to me that time is going by so fast. There are so many more places I want to go and so many things that I want to see. It would definitely take more than one semester to really explore everything that this gorgeous country has to offer. It’s been a while since I’ve blogged so here’s what I’ve been up to…..
A few weekends ago we were all piled onto a bus at 6am and we headed off four hours to Canberra the capital of Australia. Most of the Wesley students either visibly shuddered when we told them where we were going or straight up laughed and told us to have fun. So I was a little apprehensive about this trip especially when the program directors said multiple times, “Remember guys, Canberra is as fun as YOU make it”. Yes, this combination made me a bit unsure of how “fun” this weekend was going to be BUT I’ve never been to Canberra obviously and so was excited to add it to the list of things/places I’ve been to and seen here in Australia!
Kimberly and Melanie (directors) jam packed our two days in Canberra with more museums, galleries, and embassies than I would have thought possible to visit in only forty-eight hours. It was so busy in fact that on the bottom of our schedules they put the number of three taxi services because if we weren’t on the bus when we were told to be we got left! They meant business. On Friday we stopped at Parliament House and looked around outside then we went to the Indonesian Embassy, New Zealand High Commission, and the Aboriginal Tent Embassy. I never realized how interesting and neat New Zealand was! We had the best speaker meet with us and they had afternoon tea set up for us. From that visit I realized that New Zealand may be small but what they lack in strength of size they make up for in brain power. I really enjoyed that visit. On Saturday we visited the Nation Portrait Gallery, the National Museum, the National Gallery of Australia, and the Australian War Memorial. The Australian War Memorial was amazing too. There was a tomb of an unknown soldier there as well and a wall similar to the United States Vietnam War memorial with the names of those who gave their lives for Australia. The one I really want to focus on however, is the Aboriginal Tent Embassy.
The Aboriginal Tent Embassy is not really an embassy, but rather it is an ongoing protest that started back in the 1970’s. The Aboriginal peoples of Australia have had a pretty brutal history especially the Stolen Generation (if you don’t know what I’m talking about watch the movie Australia or even better rent Rabbit Proof Fence). The Stolen Generation is literally when the government went in and took Aboriginal children away from their families and put them in missions and group homes because it was “better for them”. Rabbit Proof Fence left me with my mouth hanging open in disbelief. Children were taken and the excuse was given that the Aboriginal parents couldn’t care for them and that their lives would be better with white families. Some of the children did have good lives, but most of them didn’t. It’s a really sad reality that Australia is still dealing with because this didn’t stop happening until the 1970s!! We heard from one Aboriginal lady named Bettina that her mother was drugged in the hospital and when she woke up her baby was gone and they told her she had signed adoption papers and that her daughter was gone. The Tent Embassy is protesting the mistreatment of Aboriginals and there are people camped there in tents with signs everywhere saying things like, “Sorry is okay, Sovereignty is better”. We were welcomed so warmly by a lady named Aunt Jodie and she told us her story about being stolen from her family and being placed with a white family and her journey back to her Aboriginal family and her roots. I felt so blessed because she was willing to be so open with her story. After she told us her story she allowed us to take part in putting eucalyptus leaves onto the fire that they keep burning at all times. The Tent Embassy was really humbling. When we left she asked us to please tell people about the embassy and their fight for rights and for us to please tell our embassies and ask our president to come. Right across the street from the embassy is the Parliament house and not once have they come over to the embassy. The grass at the Parliament house is mowed once a week, the embassies once every six weeks. Aunt Jodie said that all she wants is some money so that she can have a piece of land to grow her food on and to live in peace and as she wants to live.
Canberra was not anywhere close to be boring for me. It was an eye opening experience. It was indeed a lot of education packed into a short time span, but for the most part it was incredible and opened my mind a little more.
A few weekends ago we were all piled onto a bus at 6am and we headed off four hours to Canberra the capital of Australia. Most of the Wesley students either visibly shuddered when we told them where we were going or straight up laughed and told us to have fun. So I was a little apprehensive about this trip especially when the program directors said multiple times, “Remember guys, Canberra is as fun as YOU make it”. Yes, this combination made me a bit unsure of how “fun” this weekend was going to be BUT I’ve never been to Canberra obviously and so was excited to add it to the list of things/places I’ve been to and seen here in Australia!
Kimberly and Melanie (directors) jam packed our two days in Canberra with more museums, galleries, and embassies than I would have thought possible to visit in only forty-eight hours. It was so busy in fact that on the bottom of our schedules they put the number of three taxi services because if we weren’t on the bus when we were told to be we got left! They meant business. On Friday we stopped at Parliament House and looked around outside then we went to the Indonesian Embassy, New Zealand High Commission, and the Aboriginal Tent Embassy. I never realized how interesting and neat New Zealand was! We had the best speaker meet with us and they had afternoon tea set up for us. From that visit I realized that New Zealand may be small but what they lack in strength of size they make up for in brain power. I really enjoyed that visit. On Saturday we visited the Nation Portrait Gallery, the National Museum, the National Gallery of Australia, and the Australian War Memorial. The Australian War Memorial was amazing too. There was a tomb of an unknown soldier there as well and a wall similar to the United States Vietnam War memorial with the names of those who gave their lives for Australia. The one I really want to focus on however, is the Aboriginal Tent Embassy.
Even after watching the movie Australia I didn’t realize that effects of the Stolen Generation were still being felt. This didn’t just happen a long time ago in World War II and a heroic drover like Hugh Jackman didn’t come and get all the children and take care of them. We had a panel of Aboriginal Australians come talk to our class and the older gentlemen who came in was so hurt and so bitter that it broke my heart. His father fought in the both of the World Wars and when he came back his children were gone. All his children had been taken and split up into different homes and even when he went to get them after fighting for his country he couldn’t have them. Listening to Cecil talk, the pain in his voice and on his face was still so strong even after so many years. Bettina was more hopeful, and she now is a lawyer who works with Aboriginal foster children and helps make laws in order to make sure their adoptions are legal and necessary. Australia is a beautiful and amazing country and yet like every country they are still dealing with issues of injustice. When I left all I could think of was, “What can I do?!” It’s a bit overwhelming to be honest. In all of our group discussions of foreign policy, land and environment, social-justice, and learning about the Aboriginal culture here and comparing it to the Native Americans back in the states it makes my head spin because I feel like I should be doing something. I have to remind myself that God puts passions in our hearts for causes and that prayer cannot be underestimated. If I open myself up to the possibility God will give me opportunities to do something. I just have to be quiet enough and pay attention so that I can see and hear them.
Canberra was not anywhere close to be boring for me. It was an eye opening experience. It was indeed a lot of education packed into a short time span, but for the most part it was incredible and opened my mind a little more.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lost in the Bush...no really.
At the time it seemed like a simple and fun plan... A “no worries” overnighter at the beach complete with a bonfire and teaching the “Ozzies” how to make a delicious s’mores, right? Wrong. After piling into three cars, nine Americans and three local Australian students head off to the beach for a night of good fun and snags (sausages/hotdogs). I started to realize I had no idea what I was getting myself into about two hours into the car ride when it was getting dark and I had yet to see any signs of a beach. We pull off on the side of the freeway (literally) and there is nothing around us except for the road and the bush on both sides of us. I thought for sure we must be lost so I was just waiting in the car to find out what was going on until I realize that we’re getting out of the car apparently at our destination. We grab our bags and the groceries and start walking towards a sign that apparently at one point in time was where a trail to this mystery beach was. We all dive in ready for adventure thinking that the beach is about a fifteen minute walk on the other side of the bush.
Once again, wrong. We start walking and we quickly realize that not a single one of us is well equipped for this little journey we’re now on. It was pitch dark and there was one flashlight among us. The rest of us had to use our cell phones for some sort of light source. Flip flops were the most popular foot attire, a couple skirts, shorts, and mostly tank tops were worn. I luckily was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt so was for the most part protected during our impromptu hike. As we walked, or more accurately plowed, through the bush we definitely found no trail but plenty of spiders bigger than quarters and giant biting ants that you had to literally pull out of your skin. Pleasant visual image yet? Using the great tool of hindsight, I can see now that we probably should have realized that our plan had lots of holes in it and maybe we should make new plans for that night, but of course we didn’t. We were ready for an adventure and we definitely got one. After wandering through the bush for about two hours and after we were thoroughly creeped out, exhausted, and ripped to shreds by the trees and thorns the strategy turned into “Everyone be quiet and listen for waves!” Thankfully, the tactic eventually worked and we plowed in the direction that we heard the ocean. I’m pretty sure right before that moment I was praying “Dear God please let us find at least a clearing for the tent and don’t let a killer spider get me!!” But alas, we victoriously emerged on a beach and we all quite literally cheered then quickly collapsed after our two and a half hour hike through the Australian bush!
We quickly set up a little camp and in no time the guys had a bonfire going and we all busted out the food that survived our little evening stroll and chowed down on hamburgers, snags, chips, Tim Tams, and Pub Squash. As I said earlier, snags are just sausages that are comparable to our hot dogs back in the states and Pub Squash is similar to lemonade. Tim Tams, however, are my new Australian weakness. There are chocolate Tim Tams, vanilla Tim Tams, honeycomb Tim Tams, and most importantly caramel Tim Tams. Oh the deliciousness of caramel Tim Tams! They are a bit like a cookie sandwich. There are two wafer cookies, or as they call them, “bikkies” that are each dipped in chocolate with caramel in between them and then the whole thing is dipped in chocolate again. Words cannot describe how delicious caramel Tim Tams are. I’m pretty sure I ate almost a whole package of them by myself (but no Shayne and Dwayne I’m not going to gain thirty pounds here!)
When we went back to our little camp some people crashed in the tent and then others of us huddled around the fire because for being in Australia I was surprised how chilly it was! I woke up right around dawn and when the sun came up I could barely remember that I had to hike two and a half hours to get here. Looking around we could see Birdie’s Island in front of us and a few freighters way out in the ocean and then the sun started peeking out from behind the clouds and it was absolutely gorgeous. I took so many pictures it was beyond stunning. We hung around the beach for a few hours some people playing rugby and just hanging out and talking and then headed out around noon. Thankfully, we found a path further down the beach because we noticed people down the beach. My favorite quote from the night might just have to be one of the guys in our group going up to a couple walking along the beach and asking, “Uh, excuse me but how did you get here?!” We were determined to not walk through the bush again!
The trip back to the cars was a lot easier and took a lot less time for which I was extremely grateful. It was quite an adventure that the scrapes and cuts all over my feet, face, and neck will attest too but the view the next morning was beyond worth it. I can now say from the safety of my bedroom that I am so glad I went because I had such a great time and definitely got to know some people a lot better after having to help each other get through the bush and snuggling for warmth around the fire. The Australians were not worried at all during the whole hike which is a tribute to their genuine “no worries” attitude that they approach life with. Was it crazy? Yes. Scary at times? Yes. Worth it? Completely.
A group of us went for a walk/jog/skip/cartwheel down the beach at about 2am and we discovered the best jellyfish ever! There were “heaps” (more Aussie lingo!) of jellyfish that washed up on shore but we didn’t realize they were there until we accidentally stepped on them and they glowed in the dark! Everyone compared them to Avatar and they were absolutely awesome looking in the dark. We were also within reach of the local light house’s beam which was really pretty. The night was beautiful and one of our Australian friends (Alex) pointed out the constellations to us, one of them being the Southern Cross, and we saw at least four shooting stars. At this point the crazy hike was already well worth it.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tall Poppy Syndrome and One Who's Made It
One of my assignments for my class "The View From Australia" was to write a blog and my catergory was music so here's my blog:
Most Americans assume that since Australia has great cities like Sydney and Melbourne that living in Australia must be the same as living in America. I have found that to be untrue in more ways than one including the music scene. On the weekends I have noticed that ninety-nine percent of the music played at pubs are Australian musicians playing American songs. I find that interesting because I assumed that Australia would have their own set of popular artists and hits. I say that this is different from America because they are American songs because of something I learned that is called the “tall poppy syndrome” which is an Australian slang term.
In Australia tall poppy syndrome is a term used to describe people who have distinguished themselves from the rest because of their talents or achievements. According to Urban Dictionary.com tall poppy syndrome is defined as, “Australian slang for the tendency to criticize highly successful people (ie, tall poppies), and 'cut them down'.” Here in Australia, people do not want to distinguish themselves from the rest because of the resentment that others feel towards them and the instinct for others to cut them back down to their level. Because of this, there is not an abundance of Australian musicians living here in Australia. I have found that most go to the UK or the US in order to become famous and make themselves known. Even musicians coming here to Australia have a harder time pleasing the crowd because audiences can generally be harsher in their judgment of a performance.
Another musician who is one of the most famous singer-song writers of Australia and is less known to Americans is a man named Paul Kelly. Rolling Stones magazine said in a review of his CD “Under the Sun” that “Nobody who writes as many topdrawer songs as Paul Kelly does should be as unknown as he is” and gave the CD four out of five stars. Paul Kelly didn’t always start out big of course. Born in Adelaide, South Australia Paul Kelly traveled to Melbourne where he settled in 1976 and began playing gigs in pubs becoming involved in the pub rock and drug culture. Paul Kelly was part of music groups including Paul Kelly and the Dots and Paul Kelly and the Coloured Girls (which later got changed to the Messengers). From 1992 on Paul Kelly did mostly solo work with collaborations with other musicians. He has even currently worked as a composer for film and television scores. Paul Kelly has also done a lot of song writing for other musicians including Marilyn Manson. He was quoted in 2008 saying, “Quite often, I'm trying to write a certain kind of song and it's more ambitious than what my voice will get to. That's how I started writing songs with other people in mind.”
Paul Kelly has been writing songs for the Australian people for thirty years. His songs are a mixture of rock, folk, bluegrass, and country and he is a talented musician who sings, plays guitar, and the harmonica. He has captured the hearts of the Australian people with his lyrics about his countries landscape and culture and his life has been told throughout his songs. Paul Kelly has been nominated for fifty one awards and has taken home twenty four of them. The most recent win was in 2009 for Vocal Collaboration of the Year at the Country Music Association of Australia (CMAA) Awards for the nominated work “Still Here”. While there is definitely an underlying sense of the tall poppy syndrome pulling Australian musicians down, there are still musicians who make it. AC/DC is an example of a band that went internationally pulling fans from all over the world while Paul Kelly is an example of a musician who charmed the hearts of his own people and beat the tall poppy syndrome.
Most Americans assume that since Australia has great cities like Sydney and Melbourne that living in Australia must be the same as living in America. I have found that to be untrue in more ways than one including the music scene. On the weekends I have noticed that ninety-nine percent of the music played at pubs are Australian musicians playing American songs. I find that interesting because I assumed that Australia would have their own set of popular artists and hits. I say that this is different from America because they are American songs because of something I learned that is called the “tall poppy syndrome” which is an Australian slang term.
In Australia tall poppy syndrome is a term used to describe people who have distinguished themselves from the rest because of their talents or achievements. According to Urban Dictionary.com tall poppy syndrome is defined as, “Australian slang for the tendency to criticize highly successful people (ie, tall poppies), and 'cut them down'.” Here in Australia, people do not want to distinguish themselves from the rest because of the resentment that others feel towards them and the instinct for others to cut them back down to their level. Because of this, there is not an abundance of Australian musicians living here in Australia. I have found that most go to the UK or the US in order to become famous and make themselves known. Even musicians coming here to Australia have a harder time pleasing the crowd because audiences can generally be harsher in their judgment of a performance.
A recent example of this was Whitney Houston’s concert in Sydney which got ripped to shreds by Australian fans on television and in the newspapers. The Daily Telegraph also thinks this may have to do with the tall poppy syndrome. In an article on the concert journalist Jamie Campbell says that it was a mixture of wanting to tear someone down who has had huge global success (tall poppy syndrome) and that reviewers deciding that because of her widely known drug problem that she would not be up to it. This is just one example of how Australians can be critical and hard to please but there are of course musicians who become big in this country. For example, AC/DC got their start in Melbourne Australia when the Young Brothers migrated from Australia from Scotland.
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