An iconic figure, in my life, love this song and Charcoal Lane. Thank YOU for your beauty music. You always inspiring me back then but even today, Charcoal Lane lives on in my heart.
Archie , You are so descriptive in your words you need to write more poetry !!!! So love hearing you tell us how your songs were written and who sang in them. And we even got some cheeky Archie =====Catch you next time you post a video at your kitchen table
That’s amazing how I’ve never really listened to the words of Native Born before. It’s such a powerful song that should make us all reflect on this great land and the people who have made us appreciate it so much. Thanks again Archie 👍🏻 Ps i love your kitchen table. 😀
This is still one of my top 10 favorite albums. "No, No, No" is among my top 5 favorite songs, even though it makes me cry. My dad worked at Pine Gap near Alice Springs from 1966-1968 establishing that "space base" to spy on Russia via satellite. He fell in love with the Aboriginal culture, especially the artwork of Albert Namatjira. He brought back two paintings done in Albert's style by a relative, and I have one of them. Dad traveled the world and loved meeting people who were very different from him. When he heard about how the "Abos" loved roasting and eating a particular caterpillar called the "Witchity grub", he was intrigued and wanted to try it. He did! He declared them delicious, and described how juicy they were when they popped in one's mouth and they had a mild, nutty flavor. Mom just about had to be picked up off the floor when he described it! Daddy died in 1996, he was murdered, but that's a horrible memory I'd prefer not to revisit. He did get to hear your music, Archie, and he loved it! He always loved great guitarist from around the world. Andrés Segovia was his favorite. Dad taught me that the world is a big, wonderful place filled with fascinating people. I'm so grateful! He did not tolerate closed, racist minds. I wish he could have met you.
Love hearing Archie talking about Namatjira’s 2:55 paintings. We used to have them hanging in the main corridor at Timboon High School. I was fascinated with them, and they certainly called me to go and experience the colours of ‘the real Australia’. It made me think of the Western District of Victoria as a total bore - more a less all green and cypress trees. I eventually ended up accepting a teaching job in the Pilbara - so l got to experience the real Australia, personally :) in more ways than one. I was in Roebourne when John Pat died. Plus l am very privileged to still have contact with some of those l taught up there.
Your wisdom means the world to me. Thankyou for sharing Uncle.
An iconic figure, in my life, love this song and Charcoal Lane. Thank YOU for your beauty music. You always inspiring me back then but even today, Charcoal Lane lives on in my heart.
So Love the Charcoal Lane Album, not just musically but it's depth. So moving, song afte song. Thank you Archie, all the best to you. Gary
So glad to see you back at the kitchen table Archie! Awesome to see you every week. Art and music such gifts.
My 3 month old daughter falls asleep to your songs, and for that, I would love to thank you very much uncle Archie. Respect and love.
Deadly uncle always loved your music since my mother showed me. Helped me through so much and continues to do so. Thank you uncle Archie
Archie ,
You are so descriptive in your words you need to write more poetry !!!!
So love hearing you tell us how your songs were written and who sang in them.
And we even got some cheeky Archie =====Catch you next time you post a video at your kitchen table
My late wife Linda was playing We Won't Cry in palliative care it was also played as the coffin left the Church.
Very moving.
Beautiful words from the heart
That’s amazing how I’ve never really listened to the words of Native Born before. It’s such a powerful song that should make us all reflect on this great land and the people who have made us appreciate it so much. Thanks again Archie 👍🏻
Ps i love your kitchen table. 😀
This is still one of my top 10 favorite albums. "No, No, No" is among my top 5 favorite songs, even though it makes me cry.
My dad worked at Pine Gap near Alice Springs from 1966-1968 establishing that "space base" to spy on Russia via satellite. He fell in love with the Aboriginal culture, especially the artwork of Albert Namatjira. He brought back two paintings done in Albert's style by a relative, and I have one of them.
Dad traveled the world and loved meeting people who were very different from him. When he heard about how the "Abos" loved roasting and eating a particular caterpillar called the "Witchity grub", he was intrigued and wanted to try it. He did! He declared them delicious, and described how juicy they were when they popped in one's mouth and they had a mild, nutty flavor. Mom just about had to be picked up off the floor when he described it!
Daddy died in 1996, he was murdered, but that's a horrible memory I'd prefer not to revisit. He did get to hear your music, Archie, and he loved it! He always loved great guitarist from around the world. Andrés Segovia was his favorite.
Dad taught me that the world is a big, wonderful place filled with fascinating people. I'm so grateful! He did not tolerate closed, racist minds. I wish he could have met you.
Thank you for telling his story, he seemed like a great person. I'll make sure to eat a witchity grub if I ever get my hands on one
Have a nice day :)
Love hearing Archie talking about Namatjira’s 2:55 paintings.
We used to have them hanging in the main corridor at Timboon High School.
I was fascinated with them, and they certainly called me to go and experience the colours of ‘the real Australia’. It made me think of the Western District of Victoria as a total bore - more a less all green and cypress trees.
I eventually ended up accepting a teaching job in the Pilbara - so l got to experience the real Australia, personally :) in more ways than one. I was in Roebourne when John Pat died. Plus l am very privileged to still have contact with some of those l taught up there.
‘So bow your head oh Eucalypt and Banksia Tree...’