i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
If you love David Bowie’s music then you will understand what I mean when I say “Ground Control to Major Tom“. (If you don’t know know who David Bowie is then stop reading and immediately download ALL of his albums from iTunes ASAP! Trust me – you’re going to love him. You can thank me later! And lucky you – there is something so great waiting for you to discover.) So as I was saying, if you love David Bowie then will know the phrase, “Ground Control to Major Tom“. The song’s narrative is based on Major Tom’s flight into outer space and his conversations with Ground Control, the space station on Earth. One of my all time favourite songs especially because David Bowie manages to fully occupy both Ground Control AND Major Tom so completely through slight changes in his voice and intonation. Brilliant! Anyway, back to my story, sometimes when Jason heads off interstate for a commercial shoot or a wedding, I feel like I’m Ground Control to his Major Tom. As he “takes his protein pills and puts his helmet on”, I’m here holding down the fort and trying to make his ‘orbit’ in a new city easier to manage. Apart from making sure he has his flights booked and his accommodation and hire car at the ready, I often make suggestions about places to go for breakfast, site seeing (if he has time) and shopping. (Can you see how this will become and win-win situation? I seriously love presents!!!) So given Jason is currently growing a beard at my request, I suggested on his recent trip to Melbourne that he pop in to the Captains of Industry for a little hirsute advice.
The Captains of Industry are a gentlemen’s outfitters and cafe which offers a barber service, tailoring and bespoke footwear. I have heard so much about it that when Jason said he was going to Melbourne it was on top, top, TOP of my list of suggested places of note. I love that it is debunking the trend for mass-produced, cheap, designer rip-offs from China and bringing back the idea that you can buy quality, handmade goods that should (and will) last for yearsand possibly (shock horror) even get better with age. I also love that it is keeping those beautiful traditions and crafts alive – tailoring, cobbling, even barbering – for future generations. It also has this fabulous grace and respect for the business of men being men – that manliness doesn’t have to always be aligned with football and fishing but that taking considered pride in your appearance is as manly as all that, and then some. At least so say the ladies, boys!
So if you are heading to Melbourne and your beard is unruly, or you are in need of a new suit or shoes – or you just want a damn fine cup of coffee, stop by the Captains of Industry. Being a man who loves clothes and their transforming abilities, David Bowie would be right at home. Major Tom? I’m not so sure…
