This issue, Cal answers your questions with lyrics from both popular and highly obscure songs. There will be a prize (most likely baked) for the person who is able to name the most songs quoted, and either email them to
carlo.allietti at gmail dot com, or put it in the "Ask Cal" box in the George Paton Gallery.
Dear Callum,How do I get my Resi Tutor (Julie) to stop being mean to Shane. She keeps calling him poo.Love, Concerned Student.Dear Concerned Student,
Its alright, to tell Shane,
what you think about him.
But tell Julie to walk the line,
'cause everybody hurts, sometimes.
Cal ~ Sorry, is all that she can say.
Dear Callum,Do your have nothing better to do to do than answer these weird and wonderful questions?Dear Faceless Man
Just like Father Mackenzie,
I sit at at a desk writing sermons that no one
will hear.
Why do I care?
Some get a kick in a plane,
Flying too high with some doll in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do,
But I get a kick out of you...
Peace and love, Cal.
Dear Callum,I am having trouble finding my way around Melb. Uni. Could you please tell me the locationof “various rooms”? The timetable doesn't even say which building it is in! ~ Lost.
If you're Lost, and you look,
then you will find me (I can be your angel...),
Time after time.
“Various rooms” is a white room,
With black curtains,
At the station.
Cal ~ kinda like the video clip for Virtual Insanity.
Tomorrow: Cal answers all your questions in haiku form!
More 'Ask Cal' Q&As:
Dear Callum, WHERE ARE THE ZINE PEOPLE?! Dear Succinct,
The zine people walk a lonely road,
The only road they have ever known,
But don't cry for them,
Argentina is where they're bound .
Cal ~ (where they got the money is beyond me!)
Dear Callum, You are such a hottie, We love your biscotti How do you get your hair so shiny, This poem is rhymie! Dear Distant Lover,
How sweet it is to be loved by you!
Next time, I'll juggle one-handed, do some magic tricks, and,
the best darn biscotti in the world.
As for my hair, it's always been a matter of trust in my conditioner,
and a good deal of running against the wind.
Cal ~ Can we be crazy for a few mores days if I've got them in me?
Dear Callum... How does ink come out of a pen?
Dear Annonymous
I heard it through the grapevine
that just as hate know's loves the cure,
you can rest your mind assured,
That ink will flow freely to your page,
In any colour you like,
because the ball-point is under pressure
Cal ~ those pens that write in space may be the final frontier.
Dear Callum, I take the non-publishing of my proposal as a rejection. Will you please reconsider, I have Julie... Love, Random Tutor. Dear Random Tutor,
Desparado, why don't you come to your senses,
Rest assured that I cant get enough of your love.
You're not the one but you're the only one.
Hurt Julie and you might as well be walking on the sun.
Cal ~ To much love will kill you.
Dear Callum, When will you cut your hair? Dear Sweet Child of Mine
She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy .
I wish, I knew the right words...
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!
Dear Callum, How many more centuries do you think our species form will change over? How? Dear Inquisitive,
Lately I've been wondering the same thing.
With no vivid reasons here to find.
Hey there mighty brontosaurus,
don't you have a lesson for us?
Ice will melt, water will boil
You and I, will shake of this mortal coil
It's bigger than us, you don't have to worry about it.
Peace and love, Cal.
Dear Callum, Why aren't you on the Stud-Muffin list? I am shocked and horrified. I voted for you oh so many times... If you are on the Studmuffin list, I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of you! ~ Your hungry lover. Dear Muffin-lover,
Stop right now, thank you very much. You know that I would change my life to better suit your mood. But you gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun. I know it sounds funny but I just cant stand the pain. People taking bites of me just drives my head insane.
Your part-time lover, Cal.