Funny you should say that -- I was standing outside the late-night supermarket referred to in this post last night when I took this photo with my trusty iPhone. I dunno what it is about Semaphore and Bruce, but the association is definitely there.
NotZed, I've got no idea what you're talking about. I took this photo because I thought what I was seeing was beautiful. I think the photo is beautiful. I come from a place called Curramulka, pop. approx 180, and I think that's beautiful too. Is anyone picking on anywhere? I can't see anything in the comments but a lot of Bruce Springsteen fans.
Semaphore is five minutes away from where I live (and NB I'm straight, NTTAWWT and indeed I often wish I were not) and I really like it (because I think it's beautiful, if you missed that bit) and spend a fair bit of time there. I honestly can't work out what you're getting at, unless you have somehow come to the conclusion that I'm Adelaide- bashing, in which case I suggest you buy and read my book Adelaide, coming in three weeks to a bookstore near you.
To clarify, yes, I meant my comment at #2 as high praise. And maybe to expand a bit: when you think of Springsteen musically, you think of a self-contained, accessible rock 'n' roll song without any ostentatiousness, that still manages poignancy with a basic unassailable integrity. Bit like Adelaide, and I say that as a Sydney boy. Youtube time! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5PoIrcyd34
Also, somewhere I have a photo of the darkness on the edge of town, that I took in the parklands some time back and agree about the Springsteen associations.
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This post, the title and its image are so fucking Springsteen I could spend the rest of the afternoon walking around in a singlet.
Funny you should say that -- I was standing outside the late-night supermarket referred to in this post last night when I took this photo with my trusty iPhone. I dunno what it is about Semaphore and Bruce, but the association is definitely there.
Looks like 'my hometown' on a Wednesday night.
Umm, lesbian and (also) in-bread town-central?
I mean: really?
Let's all pick on west virginia because that's the arse-end of the world ...
Town was packed tonight - as it is every after-work drinks.
err, in-bred.
NotZed, I've got no idea what you're talking about. I took this photo because I thought what I was seeing was beautiful. I think the photo is beautiful. I come from a place called Curramulka, pop. approx 180, and I think that's beautiful too. Is anyone picking on anywhere? I can't see anything in the comments but a lot of Bruce Springsteen fans.
Semaphore is five minutes away from where I live (and NB I'm straight, NTTAWWT and indeed I often wish I were not) and I really like it (because I think it's beautiful, if you missed that bit) and spend a fair bit of time there. I honestly can't work out what you're getting at, unless you have somehow come to the conclusion that I'm Adelaide- bashing, in which case I suggest you buy and read my book Adelaide, coming in three weeks to a bookstore near you.
To clarify, yes, I meant my comment at #2 as high praise.
And maybe to expand a bit: when you think of Springsteen musically, you think of a self-contained, accessible rock 'n' roll song without any ostentatiousness, that still manages poignancy with a basic unassailable integrity. Bit like Adelaide, and I say that as a Sydney boy.
Youtube time! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5PoIrcyd34
We visited Semaphore on a sunny weekend in August. Unfortunately we missed out on the lesbians in bread and had to settle for macaroons.
Also, somewhere I have a photo of the darkness on the edge of town, that I took in the parklands some time back and agree about the Springsteen associations.
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