Off The Top of My Head
By Paul Murray
A few years ago, I was exploring the back streets of the old Japanese city of Kamakura, which was the de facto capital of Japan during the Kamakura Period (1185–1333). The city is steeped in history and is home to many grand temples, shrines and the very popular “Daibutsu” or “Great Buddha.”



On my walk, I happened across a tiny antique shop run by a very elderly gentleman who may have been older than some of the artefacts he had on display in his emporium. He was elegantly dressed in a fine kimono, and despite it being a hot summer day, he seemed cool and calm in the stifling heat and still air of his shop. He was extremely knowledgeable about his collection and was happy to discuss the provenance and historical significance of the items he had on display.
Among his collection was a gnarled piece of tsuge (Japanese boxwood) that resembled an enraged minatour sliding into a turn after a charge, seemingly having missed his target and wheeling back onto his foe to send him to oblivion. I immediately fell in love with the piece and wanted to purchase it, but assumed it would be well beyond my means. However, as there was no price tag on the beast, so I asked what he let it go for…”Oh, there’s no price tag?” He asked. “I can’t see one,” I replied, taking the sculpture to him. “It’s ¥7,500,” he said, seemingly off the cuff. At that time, it was about $US70, which was well below what I was expecting and within my budget, so “SOLD,” I said, and the Mad Minatour is now one of my favourite objet d’arts on display in my New Zealand home.

Last week, I was at it again, trawling the backstreets of Tokyo in search of antique treasures…this time in Ōmori, which is an old central Tokyo suburb that was the childhood home of famous Japanese film director Akira Kurosawa. Kurosawa popularised the Samurai film genre and brought Japanese cinema to the world. Kurosawa combined Japanese and Western storytelling traditions, producing films of visual grandeur and moral messaging. His work is respected internationally for its innovative artistry and profound humanity.



Ōmori also housed a brutal POW camp in WWII. The site is now the site of the popular Heiwajima boat racing arena, where punters place their bets on the first two finishers among six powerboats piloted by jockey-sized racers in colourful “silks” roaring around three laps of a 600m course. Ironically, “Heiwajima” means “Peace Island,” which belies the site’s past but, hopefully, heralds its future.

(Image from https://www.heiwajima.gr.jp/en/)
While exploring Ōmori, I was fortunate to come across 大塚陶器店 the Otsuka Ceramic Shop, which, at first glance, seemed cluttered, decrepit, unkempt and derelict…just the kind of place I was looking for!
On display were a broad range of antique Japanese pottery, cups, bowls, sake sets, sculptures and vases. The aged owner was reclining fast asleep at the back of the store, which enabled me the chance of quiet inspection and contemplation of his displays, which were coated with a thick layer of black, sooty dust. I was possibly his only customer for the month, but the slumbering owner was delightfully nonchalant about the possibility of making a sale, choosing to remain comatose over the pursuit of commerce.
Among his wares was a delightfully crafted wooden sake decanter and set of cups that I caught my attention and spurred my desire for ownership. Again, there was no price on the items, so I politely roused the Old Boy from his slumber to enquire their worth. In a very similar scenario to the experience I had in Kamakura many years earlier, he seemingly randomly said, “¥2.500.” (Currently about $US15). Again, I was surprised, thinking the set would be much more, “SOLD,” I said, and he began wrapping them in old newspaper and popped them into a recycled shopping back for me to carry home.
Despite the lack of a cash register, payment was in cash as I don’t think the aged antique merchant had Internet, credit card facilities or had even ever considered such new-fangled nonsense…He opened a drawer from an old chest and retrieved my change from a paper bag full of banknotes. This speaks to the lack of petty crime in Japan that an elderly gentleman could keep wads of cash in an insecure and easily accessible location without concern is a wonderful testament to the honesty, respect and social responsibility of Japanese people.

I took my antique find home, shared my treasure-hunting story with my wife Sanae and showed her the photos of the shop. After she stopped laughing, she noticed the Jōmon dogū figurines in one of the photos…She is particularly interested in the Jōmon period (circa 14,000 BC to 300 BC) history and cultural traditions, so I promised to return the next morning and ask about the statues to see if I could possibly procure one for her.


So, I dutifully arrived at the shop at 9:00 am the following day, only to find the shutters down and the shop very closed. I peered through the post slot in the roller door, and Sensi was in the back of the store reading the morning paper. “Ëxcuse me,” I shouted through the hole, “Yes?” he replied. “What time do you open?” I asked. “10:00 a.m.,” he said firmly. “OK,” I said, “I’ll come back then.”

I returned at 10:00 a.m. and the shop roller door was half open, but Sensei was nowhere to be seen. I waited another 15 minutes or so and eventually stuck my head under the door and said, “Sumimasen” to hear “‘Gomaenasai” from behind me and down the street, and there was Sensai, marching back from a shopping expedition in his white singlet, shorts and sandals, shopping bag in hand, very apologetic for having forgotten I was coming.
I reminded him that we had spoken the day before, and that I’d purchased the wooden sake set. Unsurprisingly, he remembered me as I really must have been his only customer for the day. I asked about the Jōmon dogū figurines, and he was quite surprised that I knew what they were. He laughed quite a lot when I enquired about the authenticity of the dogū. Genuine Jōmon dogū are museum pieces or the preserve of wealthy private collectors, and he honestly informed me they were not genuine Jōmon-era artefacts.
There were about a dozen dogū statuettes to choose from, and after some quiet deliberation and some enthusiastic encouragement from Sensai, I decided on the large one…¥4,500 (About $US30). Before my shopping spree, I’d done a bit of online research to make sure I didn’t get touched on the purchase. On Ebay, the asking price for 10 cm similar replica dogū statues was about $US65, so I was in good shape. I dropped the hammer on Sensei’s offering, which was twice the height and half the price!
Jōmon period (縄文時代), people were peaceful hunter-gatherers and early agriculturalists with a common culture. They were largely sedentary and had a well-established and complex society, religious beliefs and cultural traditions, which included artistic pursuits of which their remnant pottery and ceramic sculptures demonstrate.

I asked Sensei a few questions about his fascinating store. It turns out his father had started the business in 1948 as a means of post-WWII survival. He’d taken it over when his father retired and was himself now 86 years old and doesn’t have an heir willing to continue the family legacy. So, sadly. the Otsuka Ceramic Shop may soon be closed forever…perhaps Sensei will have a “closing down sale”? Keep an eye out for that antique hunters, there’s sure to be bargains galore!
I’ve always found it curious that, in general, Japanese people, (with a few notable exceptions, private collectors, traders, galleries, museums etc) see little value in antiques, preferring new. clean, disposable, fashionable and whatever the current trend suggests is popular.
Back in the “Bubble Economy” days, it was quite common to find Japanese antiques on the roadside awaiting pick-up and disposal by the rubbish trucks. An Irish friend created a great business by going around collecting antique “rubbish,” giving it a clean up and a polish and exporting it to Europe for resale at premium prices.

As my wife and I both forgot our wedding anniversary….again…I decided to give the dogū to her as a belated anniversary gift. Romance is not dead in the Murray household!
Happy 17th Wedding Anniversary My Darling!
Seventeen happily married years without a cross word! What an incredible wife you are and mother to our two amazing children…Who will soon, hopefully, be wonderful adults.
Thank you for your compassion, kindness and consideration and for forgiving my many foibles.
You are vastly more beautiful and interesting today than the happy day I met you, incredibly, over 20 years ago. Thank you for being my wife and for making my fabulous life ever more wonderful.
Please accept this somewhat unusual wedding anniversary gift from your somewhat eccentric, but loving husband.
Jōmon dogū figurines are thought to represent the religious beliefs, artistic practices, and social structures of Jōmon period peoples and symbolise fertility, safety, social etiquette and protection from illness.
Let’s continue together to keep our family healthy safe and strong and to develop our artistic appreciation, creativity and sensibilities and our family spirit.
Thank you my LOVE for everything you do, you are and all you share with me.
I will love you, Diva, Winston and “Kawa” Murray unconditionally into perpetuity and continue to provide for you all and to, laugh, share life’s experiences,, explore possibilities and grow wise and happily old together.
Grace, Peace, Love and Happiness,
Your forever husband,
Paul.
愛しい人、17回目の結婚記念日おめでとう!
口喧嘩一つせず、幸せな結婚生活17年!あなたは本当に素晴らしい妻であり、二人の素敵な子供たちのお母さんです。きっともうすぐ素敵な大人になるでしょう。
あなたの思いやり、優しさ、そして思いやり、そして私の多くの欠点を許してくれてありがとう。
20年以上前にあなたに出会ったあの幸せな日よりも、今のあなたはずっと美しく、魅力的です。私の妻でいてくれて、そして私の素晴らしい人生をさらに素晴らしいものにしてくれてありがとう。
少し変わっているけれど、愛情深いご主人からの、少し変わった結婚記念日の贈り物を受け取ってください。
縄文土偶は、縄文時代の人々の宗教的信仰、芸術的慣習、そして社会構造を表し、豊穣、安全、社会的な礼儀、そして無病息災の象徴であると考えられています。
これからも一緒に、家族の健康、安全、そして力強さを保ち、芸術的な鑑賞力、創造性、感性、そして家族の絆を育んでいきましょう。
愛しい人よ、あなたがしてくれたこと、あなたがいてくれること、そして私と分かち合ってくれたことすべてに感謝します。
ディーヴァ、ウィンストン、そして「カワ」・マレーを、私は永遠に無条件に愛し、これからもあなたたちを支え続け、共に笑い、人生の経験を分かち合い、可能性を探求し、共に賢く、幸せに歳を重ねていきます。
恵み、平和、愛、そして幸福を、
永遠の夫より、
ポールより
































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor Wags his Tail Feather
Off the Top of My Head
By Paul Murray
What I love most about my old school mate Travis Taylor, is his blind, dogged determination to be a blues artist…He has devoted his life to the craft. Several albums, endless live shows, a couple of recording trips to the United States later, he IS a bluesman and there’s life in the Old Dog yet…His two latest albums with band One More Mile (OMM) are absolute bangers…buy them, put them on, crank up the volume and get grooving.
We met at the Prince Alfred College boarding house in Adelaide, South Australia, in the early 1980s, he from Mt Gambier in the SE of the state and me, a farm boy from Kangaroo Island. Travis was the biggest schoolboy I’d ever encountered, a fully developed chap in stark contrast to myself…a squeaky voiced adolescent with hair on my head, but nowhere else. Despite our physical differences, we developed an immediate kinship and have remained good friends for almost 50 years.
Travis excelled on the football field, playing for the First XVIII, but a knee injury put paid to his sporting aspirations and, while convalescing from a knee reconstruction operation in hospital, he began pondering his future. Now that a sporting career was off the agenda, he began wondering how he should spend his life. “I heard Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee playing on the hospital PA system and I thought, “That’s what I’ll do, I’ll learn to play the harmonica,”” he said.
On the occasion of his 21st birthday, a lovely lass, whom Travis was smitten with, Eleanor “Elle” Dark, gave him a present that launched his musical career. “She gave me a harmonica…and then she gave me the blues,” said Travis, for Ms Dark had sadly fallen for another, and Travis has been singing about “Woman Trouble” ever since.
“I started trying to play harmonica like Sonny Terry, which is close to impossible, because he’s blind and plays upside down and back-to-front as far as the harmonica goes, and he’s just a genius,” Travis said.
John Mayall and Sonny Boy Williamson were also influential in developing his ear for the blues genre, but when his fellow musician friend, Andrew Hall, introduced him to “Hoodoo Man Blues” by Junior Wells and Buddy Guy, his blues wheels really started spinning.
While living in the snowfields with friend “Fish” Thompson, a very patient fellow, Travis practiced the harmonica incessantly and his pursuit of harp mastery continued until he got his dog “Phantom,” who either wasn’t as patient as “Fish” or was attempting to accompany Travis on the mouth organ as he’d start howling as soon as he began to play…this meant he was unable to practice at home for several years.
Travis developed a love for New Orleans-style piano blues listening to Professor Longhair, Alan Toussaint and Fats Domino. He said, “When I was in London, I saw Dr John playing in Camden Town, This inspired me to start writing my own music.” Not having a piano handy, he said, “I decided to teach myself the guitar as I couldn’t write songs on the harmonica.” This was a great leap forward as Travis now started becoming an artist in his own right rather than performing covers of his blues idols.
He started listening to the likes of Freddy, Albert and BB King, ZZ Top, Johnny “Guitar” Watson, Stevie Ray and Jimmy Vaughan. Organ also piqued his broad musical interest, and he tuned into Jack McDuff, Jimmy McGriff and Smith. Fellow muso Brian Morrison gave him an album titled “Wild Bill Davis Live at Count Basie’s Lounge,” and Davis’ swingin’ sounds also had a big influence on his blues style.
“The first band I was in was the “MaliBlues” with some fellas from Pembroke College, and we played gigs at the Marryatville Hotel in Adelaide. I then joined “Cookin’with Chilli” and played at the Ko Club every Friday night, ahead of “Blind Dog and the Guides,” who took over and played well into the night. “Blind Dog Wally” was their lead singer, and when Wally had to spend a bit of time in jail at her Majesty’s pleasure, I filled in for him and assumed the “Blind Dog” handle and “Blind Dog Taylor” I became.”
“Greg Baker (the harmonica player from Smokestack Lightning Adelaide Blues Band) was a mentor of mine, and he used to encourage me to listen to music that helped to focus my musicianship,” Travis said. “He turned me on to “Hooker ‘n’ Heat” a collaboration between John Lee Hooker and Alan Wilson from “Canned Heat.” The album achieves a live music sound in a studio recording and helped shape Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor’s stage personality and presence.
In 2016, Travis reluctantly agreed to attend a religious gathering in Sydney of 16,000 African devotees to the somewhat controversial Malawian Prophet Shepherd Bushiri at the insistence of his devout born-again Christian partner, Ugandan-Australian Esther Poni. At the event, Travis was approached by an event official who asked to interview him. Travis said, “Nah, Man, you don’t want to interview me, I really don’t even want to be here.” The man insisted he had “presence,” and encouraged him to agree to the interview. Esther’s son Simon said, smiling, “You know what “presence” means, right? It means you are the only white guy here!” Looking around, Travis realised the boy was right, he stood out like an Allen’s Kool Mint in a huge bowl of Maltesers!
Later, Travis was selected from the crowd and taken to the stage where the good Shepherd Bushiri asked Travis who “Nick” was…”One of the guys in my band,” said Travis. “Stick with Nick and everything will be alright,” the mystic mysteriously stated. Bushiri, who is much smaller than Travis, then apparently knocked him flat on his back with some kind of African mojo power surge. Travis was completely shocked, and Bushiri informed him that he had cleared a “blockage” from his body that was “preventing him from attaining his full potential.”
While The Shepherd may have cleared one blockage, it seemed Blind Dog had another, and on his return to Adelaide from the evangelical revival in Sydney, he suffered a stroke and was knocked down again.
While recovering from his health scare at Esther’s home, Travis, perhaps from the powerfully compelling influence of Shepherd Bushiri’s religious revelations or, more likely, gratitude for not being dead, Travis began listening to Gospel music. When he found a tune that resonated with him, he’d post it on his FaceBook page. This caught the attention of other blues/gospel lovers worldwide, and he received a friend request from Al Blake, fellow harmonica aficionado and one of the original members of the legendary “Hollywood Fats Band” from Los Angeles.
Their online rapport led to a real friendship and a musical collaboration after Blind Dog Taylor and his band One More Mile won the chance to travel to Memphis, Tennessee, in the United States to play at the Memphis International Blues Challenge in 2019.
When one of the OMM guitarists Sav Palaktsoglou was unable to travel to the United States with the band due to family commitments, Travis urged the other OMM axeman, Nick Kipridis, to join them on the trip. Nick agreed, as did the other members. So Travis and the band boarded a plane and flew to the United States to test their talents and blues mastery against all contenders.
Travis was able to realise the prophecy from Shepherd Bushiri’s gathering to “Stick with Nick “and, while the festival turned out to be what Travis referred to as the “Memphis debacle,” the band won the blues challenge. While in the United States, Travis was able to meet Al Blake in person, and they decided to collaborate on a recording. Al introduced him and the band to another member of The Hollywood Fats Band, Fred Kaplan, a recording studio and music mixing genius, and they recorded about 60 songs over two days at Kaplan’s Full Contact Recording Studios in Camarillo, California. The collaboration resulted in two superbly crafted albums featuring a couple of musical industry legends with bona fide blues chops. These albums (Vol 1: The Hollywood Connection and Vol 2: The Camarillo Connection) include new material, old songs and some well-rendered interpretations of blues classics and have elevated Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor and OMM to star class. “Al and Fred gave our sound an authenticity we didn’t have without them,” said Travis.
His many years playing live gigs in Adelaide and elsewhere in the world enabled Travis to handle the recording sessions with ease, and he quickly developed a professional rapport with the Hollywood Fats chaps. “There’s no substitute for playing live,” he said, “If someone falls off the rigging onto the stage, you’ve just gotta plough on through and keep playing.” “You can practice as much as you like in your room–and you should– to get yourself to a level that you can work with other musicians and understand what’s going on.”
Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor modestly describes himself as a “recording artist/engineer with 30+ years experience,” but he is a genuinely talented artist and performer and has lived the blues in a deliberate and dedicated fashion ever since his hospital-bed revelation in the 1980s. He made the blues his life’s focus since that day, and he’s been diligent and successful in the pursuit of his objective.
Few men at the dusk of their careers can gaze in retrospect at tangible evidence of their life’s work…Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor has an oeuvre of original songs and recordings that showcase his dedication to blues music and his many decades of effort to master the craft.
Travis “Blind Dog”Taylor: Aussie BluesMan
Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor is an award-winning blues singer, guitarist, and harmonica player based in Adelaide, South Australia. He has recorded under names including Blind Dog Taylor & The Healers, Blind Dog Taylor & The Heat and Blind Dog Taylor & One More Mile. His recordings and videos are available on Bandcamp and YouTube.
All of Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor’s recordings with his bands “The Healers,” “The Heat” and “One More Mile,” and collaborations with other artists like JJ Hackett are available for download on BandCamp.
https://travistaylor1.bandcamp.com/
Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor Discography
1996: Heavy Sugar by Blind Dog Taylor & The Healers
1998: Cash To Splash by Blind Dog Taylor & The Healers
1999: After Hours Inferno by Bind Dog Taylor & The Heat
2000: One Bite At The Cherry by Blind Dog Taylor & The Heat
2011: Blue In The Face by Travis “Blind Dog” Taylor
2018: Secrets Of Kangaroo Island by Travis Taylor & JJ Hackett
2019: Are We There Yet? By Travis Taylor and ONE MORE MILE
2021: Forbidden Fruit: by Travis Taylor and ONE MORE MILE
2025: Volume 1 THE HOLLYWOOD CONNECTION by Travis Taylor’s ONE MORE MILE with Al Blake and Fred Kaplan
2025: Volume 2 THE CAMARILLO CONNECTION by Travis Taylor’s ONE MORE MILE with Al Blake and Fred Kaplan
Rate this: