first moved to sydney met john and practically moved into his house rebuilding the motor on his rambler , pre 65 no seat belt required . one was fitted to the passenger side as a concession to the famous people he ferried around .
a constant stream of beautiful and talented people dropped in , i fixed their cars , john paid me .
finally got some work on a film set
knew all the actresses who came up and greeted me like an old friend , the crew assumed i had years of experience and all the usual new guy mistakes were forgiven !
a wonderful man who lived the spirit of the finest 60s ideals ,drove a v8 with drum brakes and taught me black coffee was availiable in milkshake containers
i have a happy last memory of a smile and a wave as i zipped past on a scooter
ramble on
When I first met you on that wintry night all them years ago, I made the spaghetti bolognese and you and Gulpilil brought the Cabernet Sauvignon. Soon as I saw you brother, I knew I could trust you. You were one of the grooviest, loosest dudes I had ever met in the industry and I so badly wanted to get on your books. I felt honoured whenever you invited me to Casa Del Cann. We would talk into the early hours listening to Bob Dylan and chain-smoking those blue smokes from Paris. You taught me so much about how the industry worked but it didn't seem like we were business associates- more like brothers. The way you stood up for us Aboriginal actors was something I had never seen the likes of before.... or ever will. Well now you're gone and the sun has gone down, I'll share with others what you taught me. I'm so sorry I couldn't be at your sorry business "Uncle" John, but the next time I'm in Sydney I'll come and have a yarn with you out at Mona Vale. I'll find you easy because I'll hear you singing to me- the same song you always sang to me whenever I answered the phone. Missing you so much "Unc". Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket- save it for a rainy day!
Love always from your "Sunny-Boy"
David Ngoombujarra
When I first met you on that wintry night all them years ago, I made the spaghetti bolognese and you and Gulpilil brought the Cabernet Sauvignon. Soon as I saw you brother, I knew I could trust you. You were one of the grooviest, loosest dudes I had ever met in the industry and I so badly wanted to get on your books. I felt honoured whenever you invited me to Casa Del Cann. We would talk into the early hours listening to Bob Dylan and chain-smoking those blue smokes from Paris. You taught me so much about how the industry worked but it didn't seem like we were business associates- more like brothers. The way you stood up for us Aboriginal actors was something I had never seen the likes of before.... or ever will. Well now you're gone and the sun has gone down, I'll share with others what you taught me. I'm so sorry I couldn't be at your sorry business "Uncle" John, but the next time I'm in Sydney I'll come and have a yarn with you out at Mona Vale. I'll find you easy because I'll hear you singing to me- the same song you always sang to me whenever I answered the phone. Missing you so much "Unc". Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket- save it for a rainy day!
Love always from your "Sunny-Boy"
David Ngoombujarra
Dear God
We give thanks for the darkness of the
night where lies the world of dreams. Guide
us closer to our dreams so that we may be
nourished by them. Give us good dreams
and memory of them so that we may carry
their poetry and mystery into our daily lives.
Grant us deep and restful sleep that we
may wake refreshed with strength enough to
renew a world grown tired.
We give thanks for the inspiration of stars,
the dignity of the moon and the lullabies of
crickets and frogs.
Let us restore the night and reclaim it as
a sanctuary of peace, where silence shall be
music to our hearts and darkness shall
throw light upon our souls. Good night.
Sweet dreams.
Amen
ramblin man
paulo Jul 27, 2009
a constant stream of beautiful and talented people dropped in , i fixed their cars , john paid me .
finally got some work on a film set
knew all the actresses who came up and greeted me like an old friend , the crew assumed i had years of experience and all the usual new guy mistakes were forgiven !
a wonderful man who lived the spirit of the finest 60s ideals ,drove a v8 with drum brakes and taught me black coffee was availiable in milkshake containers
i have a happy last memory of a smile and a wave as i zipped past on a scooter
ramble on
Jhonny Cab
NICK WALKER Feb 28, 2009
Bob Dylan & Chain-smoking
David Ngoombujarra Dec 01, 2008
Love always from your "Sunny-Boy"
David Ngoombujarra
Bob Dylan & Chain-smoking
David Ngoombujarra Dec 01, 2008
Love always from your "Sunny-Boy"
David Ngoombujarra
Farewell...
Vivienne Oct 10, 2008
Dear God
We give thanks for the darkness of the
night where lies the world of dreams. Guide
us closer to our dreams so that we may be
nourished by them. Give us good dreams
and memory of them so that we may carry
their poetry and mystery into our daily lives.
Grant us deep and restful sleep that we
may wake refreshed with strength enough to
renew a world grown tired.
We give thanks for the inspiration of stars,
the dignity of the moon and the lullabies of
crickets and frogs.
Let us restore the night and reclaim it as
a sanctuary of peace, where silence shall be
music to our hearts and darkness shall
throw light upon our souls. Good night.
Sweet dreams.
Amen
To a great friend
Devon Williams Sep 24, 2008