Do you tire of the four songs on the commercial radio playlist? It isn’t that I don’t like them, I just like lots of other songs which I wouldn’t mind hearing. It is intolerable that by the time the four have run through, the listener has been afflicted with marketing campaigns targeting 11-year-olds — patience is running very thin. So I miss the single interesting song that has not burned a chemical track in my long term auditory memory.
Sadly, I was subjected to several hours of four-song playlist radio last week. As the rain came down, we picked up umbrellas to step into the great outdoors for the briefest of moments. Soon they were everywhere; advertising everything from bad taste, accounting firms, golfing products and a rainbow flag. No style here, no political agenda, merely a pre-drought relic that survived a couple of Mardi Gras and a floor show.
It turned me to the lyrics which had been carved into my mind through mindless repetition. Google kindly coughed up the things I didn’t know or retain, which consisted of ‘Umbrella, ella… yahdah, yahdah’. Umbrellas force us together when the elements are against us. Which we promptly forget as the squall passes. Chance meetings occur under umbrellas. Encounters may amount to little, change one’s perspective, or establish links with someone in a most unexpected manner.
Team Sydney is an umbrella for our community’s sporting organisations. The umbrella does very little – it shields and protects; it advertises sporting events; it promotes club events; it is the first point of contact for many arriving in Sydney and coordinates major events and club members’ teams at local, national and international events.
The umbrella doesn’t interfere with what is occurring within clubs or member teams. It is the members who support the structure which is the umbrella.
Get out of the rain, come under our umbrella: www.teamsydney.org.au