my friend kate away texts me from some blue mountain retreat, 'david bowie day on rage' so i flick on the tube and catch a few classics before work. later i tune in to the abc 24 channel and watch a bowie documentary, it's an australian one so it's a bit dodgy, i mean they wheel out these people who reel out the cliques, oh yeah characters, costumes, orange hair, collaborations with queen. come on, i think, what about the song-writing and music. but then they speak about the 'bowie is' exhibition in melby and i start to tune out. later in the same show a bloke called james valantine is in a pub talking to two art philanthropists about the australian art scene.

'it's filled with fat bureaucracy, to many politics, no real vision, no real investment in arts, they don't like innovation, it's a closed shop. full of mid level managers with no imagination.'

hello! that's exactly what i wrote yesterday. i like it when i feel validated, it makes me feel err... normal. 
by the way, if you are in oz and reading this go see the bowie is exhibition, if it's anything like the london one you will love it.