“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a town I’d better get out of.” The Gene Krupa in Augusta Story.
A brave attempt to drag Augusta into the 1930s seems to have failed if the for lease signs at Augusta Home Jazz can be believed. It was certainly a courageous attempt, because Augusta isn’t the first town you’d think of for flatted fifths or beret wearing. In fact the slow moving octogenarians that populate most of this piece of coastal rurotardia would more likely snap a hip than a finger at any breakout of syncopation. It’s the type of place you might consider as the setting for The Zombie Gene Krupa Story. But in any case, now they’ll have to travel as far as Busselton to pick up their upright basses, egg beater drumsticks and trombone slides, and that ute will have to slink away, its tray sadly unfilled with daddyos and hepcats. Auteured by The Country Bandit.
The Worst of Perth 
Suck my cock. Go on, suck it.
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Simmer down
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I think i have a cold, Itchy Eyes and Sore head for about 3 days now.
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Based on the sign in the window it looks like open mic night is closed forever.
I just wish the quality of the image was such that I could make out the clip art on the windows.
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I squinted. I thought t was something about yoga. Maybe Cuntry Bandit can say.
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Good squint. It’s an ad for hepcat yoga. I travel the tardia belts quite a bit and frequented that store when it was in business. You guessed it – selling gifties, jazzy kitchen gear, a few funky CD’s and some random nerdy jaycar stuff. Pretty jazzy huh? Somebody told me that there are almost twice as many houses in Augusta that there are people!
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Now I want someone to make The Zombie Gene Krupa Story or Zombie Eastwood’s “Bird” there.
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Who would’ve guessed a jazz-related homewares store in Augusta might not make it through these difficult time for the retail sector?
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While the Dubstep Megastore on Osnaburg Street does a roaring trade. Sunday trading and all.
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Augusta is like Ibiza in many ways.
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‘ Ee bitza wot?
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Sounds like a new slogan for a piece of TWOP merch
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Augusta = Ibiza? Manumission was situated behind the bakery?
The Deep Centre is in the caravan park?
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The Colour Patch. Nuff said.
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I would not buy homewares from any store with curtains that bad.
I would not.
(I am sad to find this wasn’t Augusta’s attempt at an over-25s “supper club” like Margeaux’s in Albania.
(Albany pioneers the small bar scene in WA. Fact. I think they forgot the vibrancy though).
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Those are semiquaver quote marks, right?
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Yes, musos may have een put off by the egregious misuse and reversal of the notes on the right. I wonder what they actualy sold. I’m sure it wasn’t jazz homeschooling.
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Augusta is significantly more vibrant since the skink family bought a house there.
ooshta-a-gogo, daddyo
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My grandparets lived there a long time. We went for holidays there in 60s and 70s.
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Wow it’s like Cloudstreet in two sentences
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Snap, I was about to ask about his awful scratchy salt infused woollen mankini.
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I do remember getting a terrible rash from the old foam surfboards we used at Grannies Pool, also the time our dog rolled in dead fish at Ringbolt Bay, catching bream in the Blackwood…There’s Cloudstreet from arsehole to breakfast in my childhood Augustarings.
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I enjoy the hotel. I often make the trip down there to enjoy their Fish of The Day and a House White . It’s a beautiful vista.
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I had a rather poor experience with fish chips and salad. I almost took a photo and posted it it was so terrible.Possibly worst pub meal I have ever had.
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What can go wrong with fish chips and salad? Sounds so basic even I could maybe prepare that without killing anyone?
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Exactly. The whole thing swam in grease. Batter was sodden with it. Couldn’t eat it. I think I did ake a picture of it.
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The worst? You can’t be serious.
Good day to you Sir. I SAID GOOD DAY! (NO OFFENCE)
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i’ve eaten there a few times this year. thought it pretty alright, for augusta. shame there’s no other choice though.
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CB. TLA. skink. shaz. The joint’s a veritable hub.
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That was a bit harsh. My apologies.
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How to keep a boy interested without sex? I’d like to read that.
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Handjobs. Loads and loads of handjobs.
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The fascinator, Shazz, it’s all about the fascinator.
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No facial hair on those days? For shame.
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I’m not convinced Dick, Bobby and Edd were entirely hep. At least Eugene had the shades and beret.
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Don’t we mean Jizz?
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No wonder the store failed, with all it’s suggestions of drug-addled black people loitering in one’s home or beachhouse, making the occasional discordant racket with no apparent melody or structure.
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according to one of those magazines, it’s about ‘cars, gadgets and glop’
I didn’t know what glop was. I made a guess, and then googled it. Apparently its a ‘thick semiliquid substance.’, so I was right.
quite what gadget one might use in the car that could result in this glop is open to conjecture, but it may be one way to keep a boy interested.
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I wondered about that too, skink, and as parents are apparently cubes, suspect these cats’ lingo is more Dobie than Maynard</a..
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Note the “cockmuncher ute” in the foreground
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My immediate thought skink. Was about to say, ‘see Bento’s comment above’,
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Hepcows
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