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(Thu 12 December 2013). Posted by Jessica
hi tony its your niece Jessica
i miss you heaps.
i am 10 now and I’m in year 4
its a shame that you died on the same year i was born but before me
i cry every time is see you
and I’m even about to cry right now
and i don’t cry much
i just wish i could reverse the time and save you from falling down those stairs
i would do anything to save you
because you were my only uncle that has my blood in them
i love you hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
love from your niece jessica
(Wed 8 April 2009). Posted by Alicia
Dear 'Twan,
Dawn and I have just been discussing how again and again, as the years pass, we just keep thinking we see you - in the street, turning a corner, at the back of a bus. Last year, in May, Hall and I and Gus (my baby boy) spent a month in Paris and I thought I saw you everywhere - big black hair, loping walk, skinny legs...
I've just been talking with Dawn about the kinds of friendships we each had with you. I told her yours and mine was largely silly - lots of jokes and laughter, and that we weren't very good at being serious. She told me that she and you spoke seriously about all kinds of things, as well as sharing the jokes. Makes me wish I'd been a better or more persistent friend during those times when you were down...
I have TWO children now. Can you believe it??? I'm completely in love with them. Gus and Maya. Gus is 3 and a half. Maya just turned 6-months. You would love them both. They love to laugh. Gus adores music. He has a piano, a guitar, an acordian and other instruments. He goes to lots of festivals with us - when we put the tent up - and has learnt how to stand like a rocker and belt songs out into a pretend microphone. Its hilarious. You'd love it.
Thinking of you today and will always think of you...
Lots of love,
Aloc
(Wed 8 April 2009). Posted by Dawn

Tony
Its Camilia time now and when I see the trees full of Camilias I always think of you. For many years now, I am regularly visited by two big black butterflies who just flutter around the front garden and the Camilia trees in Cooper Street. I have decided that they are you and Lawrence. Question: have you changed into the t-shirt I sent along with you - you know, the Jazz t-shirt from Thredbo?? You've always needed a clean t-shirt! Tyee still remembers Uncle Tones. I am now a mother of three!!! Tyee, Jesse and Jade. Tyee is now 9, Jesse has just turned 7 (I've just had a birthday 5-days after Jesse!) and Jade, who is a girl, is 3 and a stunner! You'll be pleased to know that Tyee is in a jazz-rock band and we still all go to Thredbo for the music festivals. This January Alicia is coming. Call in for some fun!
Keep an eye out for Lawrence and look after him for me.
Lots of love,
Dawn

(Tue, 24 Apr 2007) Posted by Sally Chesher

Dear Tones
It's almost 4 years now since you've gone. Bizarre. Amazing. And
very, very sad.
Seems like a lifetime ago. So much has changed since then. I got
married & had 2 kids! You'd love them. Just the other day I had a
pang when I realised how much fun you would have with Dylan. She has
a very cheeky silly side and loves being tickled. She also gets it
when you make fun of her. One of her favourite expressions at the
moment is "dat funny" as she points out something humorous. Alice has
a huge smile that charms everyone & she's just starting to chuckle.
So it's such a shame that they'll only know about Uncle Tony from
stories and pictures.
Rest assured, your legend lives on although you are sorely missed.
Sally

(Thu, 5 Jan 2006) Posted by Edwina Grose

Hey Tony

I've been thinking about you heaps this last week, and I visited the site again today to listen to the music and look at the pictures - and I remembered this one picture that must be somewhere in my accumulated piles of crap of when we lived in Stanwell Park and we used to go for "devs" on Sunday afternoon. There was this one time that you, me, Keels and Ben had been waiting for what seemed like hours and so started taking photos of each other to pass the time, and we set the camera up for a group shot just at the moment the waiter arrivied with our scones. The camera caught all of us just pissing ouselves laughing - I used to keep that shot in my office cubicle when I lived in Canberra because every time I looked at it, I'd crack up again.

I miss you, comrade.

(Wed, 14 Sep 2005) Posted by Sally Chesher

Tones

It's not the same without you. No one is as free with their childish silliness & abandon as you. No one is as clever and mad in their word association or disassociation. No one makes me giggle as much as you do (& you still do, I just listened to "I want to be a horse" - it's hilarious!) No one is as stiiiiiinky as you.

Perhaps it'll be with our children we will have the same abandon you expressed. What a bummer it is that you'll not get to know my daughter, Dylan or Chris's daughter Jessica or any more to come. Plus they are missing out big time on not meeting you, their mad, funny, silly stinky Uncle Tones. They'll have to do with snippets from this site and our attempts at your genius silliness, never quite the same.

poo bum wee

x Sal

(Thu, 26 May 2005) Posted by Keels
Last night I was taking a walk around my new neighbourhood under the big moon and I bumped into Doug (who Tony and I used to live with in Paddington). It was great to see Doug after sooo many years and he mentioned that he has lost touch with everyone and that hed only found out about Tony's death recently through this site.. Even though I had lit a candle for Tony that morning, he had slipped from my mind agin, and when Doug brought it up I realised how bizarre but fucken brilliant it was to be meeting Doug and having that conversation on the anniversary..

I hope that all of the other people who love Tony had some magic slip into their lives yesterday too. xx

Tony did sound design on Hitch
(Wed, 25 May 2005) Posted by Chris Chesher
Yep. Tony did sound design on the Hitch. (There's even a listing on the Internet movie database).

The Hitch-popcorn taxi
(Wed, 25 May 2005) Posted by Adrian
Did Tony work on a film called the Hitch?
http://www.popcorntaxi.com.au/Events.asp?Event_ID=82
It played last Wednesday night at the Vallahalla...


hi
(Fri, 20 May 2005) Posted by tim
hi there tony
just thinking about you again so thought i'd say hello
hellooooooooooooooooooooo
tim

Sam's amazing epic
(Sat, 05 Feb 2005) Posted by Chris Chesher
If you've got broadband (or lots of time on dial-up), you've got to listen to the song Sam Petty has just finished (with help from many friends). It's on the tone def section of this site now, and is the most wonderful piece of music.

dreamt about you last night
(Mon, 09 Aug 2004) Posted by sally chesher
hi Tones
You were in my dream last night. I dreamt that I was having another wedding for people who couldn't make it in May, people like you. So I was getting ready at home - that's where the wedding was going to be this time - and you were helping me get ready. I was worried that I might not fit into my dress as well as I'm sure I've put on a couple of winter kilos! You helped me do the straps and zipped me up. It fit fine, just a little snug! Then I'd decided not to wear any undies so there was no VPL(visible panty line) & you were teasing me & flicking up the bottom of my dress and going "woooh! Woooooh!!"

It was so nice to see you again & I was happy that you could be there, if only in my dreams.

Miss you, Tones - malones

love sal xxxxx

Every second longneck...
(Thu, 01 Jul 2004) Posted by Justin Hayes
It's a year and a month since Tony died and it's just one of those nights where I'm getting a huge kick out of my memories of the boy.

I've just finished a gig with my band, Whopping Big Naughty, of which Tony was the original drummer. This was in 1988 - we did two gigs in two days then that line up disbanded. Didn't matter though, we'd done the gigs, the ball was rolling and I wasn't a stage virgin anymore, which Tony completely understood was more important to me than being born.

And it wasn't as if he didn't have anything else to do. He'd had his own band for years and lots of ideas but still went out of his wasy to practise two or three times a week in order to save my soul. I know it sounds dramatic but things are pretty biblical when you're 18.

And that period of a couple of years for me is marked by memories of him. Screaming into the night for all of Surry Hills to hear that every 2nd longneck of VB "tastes like shit" before smashing it on his own front steps. Or being locked out of his place on Foveaux St which had a really high balcony. And he could barely walk but he scaled that balcony with an agility suggesting that he'd never really come down from the trees. I think there was beer inside.

Anyway, it would be great if he could know that the band we started is still going strong and we still play the songs he helped me write.

Bless ya Tony.

(Wed, 26 May 2004) Posted by
Hi Tony,
We miss you heaps.
sorry we couldn,t get to your shindig at Taylor square on Monday night. We are on the other side of the world.
Mum & Dad

We could use a man like you right now...
(Mon, 24 May 2004) Posted by OJ
Tony, happy anniversary.

Tim rang me and told me what had happened; it took a while to sink in. I thought of everyone and the scene we were in. I didn't appreciate it until I left Sydney in 1990. Then I clung to everything inner city to get me through Goulburn and Lismore. JJJ was pretty slow to get out there! You inspired me to follow my dreams. Memories of that era will always be special.

I was messed up when I couldn't find my copy of "Ice Cream Planets" when I needed it most.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to make an appearance at your farewell. I'd just been down to Sydney the week before to farewell my old granny. She was pretty cool too. Still, I feel a bit rotten about it.

While we hadn't shared much space and time over the last 12 years or so, it was always good to know we'd be just where we'd left off. We will catch up again my friend, hopefully not too soon.

The events of the last few years have turned up the gas of my old activist flame. We could use a man like you right now... We'll keep pushing the hypocrites, applying even pressure, spraying the bullshit repellent wherever it's needed. Our parents made them tremble and crumble and see reason before. Our generation can and will do the same. Greed, Ignorance and apathy our only enemies.

Be Cool

piano and mahjong
(Thu, 29 Apr 2004) Posted by Keelsy
Nails,

I miss you lots, it makes me cry to be writing this to you now.

A few weeks ago I remembered so vividly when we were sailing on the River Danube there was a piano on the boat and you sat down and started playing... The memory just crept up on me and slipped in! Id compeltely forgotten.. That was a fucken excellent thing to do!! Thanks. I loved it when you played piano, I think the gentle melodies suited your gentle heart. Whenever i hear a piano i think of you.

Someone asked a friend of mine if he could play Mahjong last week and I remebered you teaching me Mahjong in your dads music room...

So many things will always remind me. One day I might start collecting beer coasters...
Love always,
Keelsy

tough heart
(Fri, 09 Apr 2004) Posted by Ben Oquist
Dear Tony

For no reason a miss you all over again today. I stumbled across the website which I had been away from for too long. I just wanted to say that I was sorry that we didn’t, that I didn’t, make more of an effort to connect these last few years. I think your heartfelt, tough politics would have suited me well.

Anyway, I was just looking at a photo of us all on your website and I think I will take away some inspiration from you now. To help me in my attempted work over her in Brussels. Fighting against the world’s wrongnesses (and there seem so many!) needs heart and you had so much of it. So I think I will just borrow a bit of it today if that’s OK. Go well.


Mooo
(Wed, 10 Mar 2004) Posted by Tim
Ooom papa mau mau

Toenails,we miss you xxx
(Mon, 17 Nov 2003) Posted by renny & alex
Dear Toenails
Alex, myself, Chloe & Billy miss your smiling face and Alex desperately needs and misses your guitar lessons. I wonder if you're sitting up there having a few pints with our Uncle Geoff ,who you stayed with in Bebington with Keels. Our family all have wonderful memories of you, and a smile always comes to our faces when we talk of you, the purple tux you wore to our wedding, the trivia nights at the cloe with Eggs and Jackie.
We will meet again one day, until then we have wonderful memories to comfort us and a song in our hearts.
All our love Renny, Alex and the kids.

happy birthday, Tones
(Wed, 08 Oct 2003) Posted by Sally Chesher
Happy birthday Tony. You would have been 35 today.

We all miss you and think of you all the time. I know you were a bit bashful when it came to celebrating, but there was always a swell of love and good will around you when you did succumb to a celebration of some sort, usually a barbie. It was always a very relaxed affair, full of love, fun and laughter, some charred snags and a few beers with close friends.

So, happy birthday Tones Malones. It's such a shame you're not around to enjoy it, you silly bugger. We'll have a special toast for you tonight & I'll light a candle for you.

xxx sal

Tony was wonderful
(Wed, 24 Sep 2003) Posted by Nada Malkoc
I used to know Tony through his mother Terry. I liked his warmth, humour and humility. I was always polite and respectful towards his mother's work collegues. His warmth and humour was very infectious.
Having experienced loss of loved one I can emphatise with Tony's family and friends. The experience of grief is probably the hardest we ever go through.

Wrists
(Thu, 31 Jul 2003) Posted by Adrian Langker
When we were kids Tony had a very high tech AM clock radio. We used to listen to the Little River Band on it. “Hang on, help is on its way. I’ll be there as fast as I can…” Tony also had this ability to tap his fingers from the pointer through to the pinkie consecutively. He created hypnotising rhythms when he did this on a hard surface. He did it effortlessly in a relaxed and co-ordinated way. I remember being amazed by how easy he found it.

Tony and I separated as friends for a while until I met Terry, Tony’s mother, at the bus stop one morning. She told me Tony was, not surprisingly, playing the drums. As teenage friends Tony had forgotten about LRB and we shared an apparently contradictory taste for overdriven guitar bands of any sort and for the reflective story telling, softer acoustic music of Paul Kelly and the Velvet Underground. Tony also went on to develop a love for heavily blues based music too. Just listen to Tony’s instrumental “Crusty Music” to hear his talent for the blues.

I can remember the excitement we both felt when he brought home Paul Kelly’s EP “Post”. It became one of our favourite bits of vinyl. We very excitedly walked down the road to the Hopetoun Hotel in Surry Hills and heard Paul Kelly perform songs from it. I can still hear Tony singing the song “Adelaide” in my head. You can hear Tony’s appreciation for Paul Kelly in his song “Telling Tall Tales”, a song about friends and social gatherings accompanied by an acoustic guitar.

Further down the road, a couple of doors up from a house where Tony would live, we spent many nights/mornings balancing off each other. Arms round shoulders we banged our heads to the punk/pop/metal sounds of Asylum and the Inchmen on the first floor of the Trade Union Club. When I think of this period of our lives I think of Tony’s song “Weave” and how quickly he mastered guitar when he decided he wanted to write songs. With distortion pedal and guitar in hand he took the technique of string padding/dampening too an extreme, almost authoritarian, degree. He had so much control in his wrists.

Before he taught himself to play guitar Tony used his wrists for playing drums. “It’s all in the wrists,” Tony would say. At the time, the label “garage band” was a very popular description of anyone making noise with a bunch of friends. Well, we had our very own label for our band. We weren’t a “garage band” we were a “bedroom band”. Every weekend we played in Tony’s bedroom to ourselves and to his very, very, very, very kind family Sally, Chris, Terry, Greg and Wizard.

Sometimes I would get to Tony’s bedroom and Sam and Tony would have already started playing something. Sam was making it up as he went along on the bass. They could read each other’s minds or hearts or instincts. They didn’t know or plan where they were going but at the same time they seemed to somehow know exactly where they both were, at any given point in time. There was something very special going on there. I thought they could have made a whole double album out of their bass and drum improvisations and I wouldn’t have ever taken it off the turntable, except to rotate sides.

Tony was always a willing and able listener if you felt like a whinge. One of the most sane and affirming things I can remember him saying after I had a whinge to him was “ 50 000, million, billion people think this way and you think the other way…and you know what… you are right”. It was his statement against the “moron effect”, where people think certain ways because everybody else does. It used to give me great comfort when he said this. Tony like me, I am pretty sure was, a devout and fundamentalist atheist. Without a God to turn to we need all the comforting we can get.

Dear Tony

Not a day goes by when I don’t think about you or your family. I miss you.

Adrian





Winchester Pubs
(Sat, 19 Jul 2003) Posted by Simon and Penny Scott
Penny and I first came across the Chesher family at the beginning of 1975, when we arrived in Australia via the Asian trail, not a cent to our name. Through parental links, we landed on Terry and Greg's doorstep, one evening in January, and stayed for three months as resident babysitters.

The morning after our arrival, Chris, Tony and Sally descended into our bedroom, and jumped all over us. We adored them, and those three months were full of fun.

All three Chesher children were so different. When, a few years ago, Tony appeared on our doorstep, in Cheriton, Hampshire, he was instantly recognisable, with those ridiculous black curls. Our main memory of that visit was our admiration for his ability to suss out the best music pub in Winchester within ten minutes of his arrival.

Simon & Penny Scott
Hampshire England


shadowboxing
(Sat, 12 Jul 2003) Posted by Michael Rash
Adelaide, 1987. Painters and Dockers on the third floor, lashings and lashings of laughs on the second, passing people in black between. We all left in a taxi--one taxi--and a beautiful stranger on my lap. But, no Tony. (You wait and wait for the guy and the mystifcation just grows and grows and we all wanted to be where he was, because that's where the unpridictable mayhem made you memorable).

Next morning it turns out he got his own cab home, and he and I sat stupified in the sun, sipping hot milky coffee. Tony and I shadowboxed that afternoon, three fake punches a piece, the third putting each down for the count. I remember him trying to keep a straight face, trying to make it look real, struggling to his feet after my third punch, shaking back his hair and sending in a slow-motion fist.

When attitude and Angst went up and down with everyone, during that year, Tony was like an outside observer and an island in my wide too-deep sea, subjectively objective with a vengence. Now. . . .echoing.

I'm up after your third punch Tony, and though you didn't mean to, that one connected. My jaw smarts, you silly man. Come and get what's coming.

And still, the swinging keeps us fit.

Cousin Tony
(Fri, 11 Jul 2003) Posted by David Servi
It was with such disbelief that I learnt of Tony's fall and critical condition on that fateful weekend in May. My cousin was younger ...and shorter than me...they all are! But he isn't meant to die. I'm the oldest of an enormous number of cousins stringing out through various branches of my family. Isn't it the turn of the oldest one to die first? I want to be here for a long time yet!
Still in my memory Tony was always the middle of the Chesher family. A trio, just like his first cousins, the Barnes' and Henchmans, just like his mother’s family and my mother’s family. Sets of three just seem to be right. I can't believe that one of the set is not there anymore. Tony your smile is well documented here, your humour and talents are legendry. I wish I knew them better. The crowd of family and friends at the celebration of your life is a small testimony to how big a difference you made to our lives. For me, and I'm sure for all of us, you will always be here. Lots of love, David


Bugcatcher
(Fri, 11 Jul 2003) Posted by Sam Petty
Sunny afternoon, March 17, 1973. Chris and me are sitting ramrod-straight, angling for an early-mark off Mrs. Larstead. I turned six today, and me and Chris, and Antony Zmak, have some serious partying to do. There is a small ruckus in the corridor, scampering feet, and 3 year old Tony bursts into our class, just as the home-time bell goes. Terry follows with Sally (a babe-in-arms), smiling apologetically at our teacher. But Tony won't be restrained; he's in a frenzy of excitement, his hair bouncing around out in front of him, even then. He is carrying a beautiful big green cellophane package. He spots me & Chris and gallops over to our desk and announces, in a booming falsetto:
"WE'VEGOTABUGCATCHERSOWEGOTYOUONETOO!!!"
Everyone welcomes this marvellous news, especially me. God bless you, Tony. We all miss you so much.

keep singing
(Tue, 24 Jun 2003) Posted by fadel khayat
keep singing
Dear tony
in spite of the fact that there is no tony any more to see or to shake his hand or even to say hello and you left our miserible world forever.
but i believe when the rain will fall down on your six feet - home under the ground , that rain wil go down to touch your face and free thousands of white birds and they will sing for the world on behalfe of you.
tue,24 Jun 2003
fadel khayat

Tribute to Tony
(Sun, 22 Jun 2003) Posted by John and Betty Henchman
Tony--We here in America, a branch of the great and glorious Henchman family, never did meet you, although we have known your Mom and Dad for many years. You will not know what the rest of your life might have been like, but as you look down from Heaven you can take great comfort in knowing that parts of you are still in "circulation", giving life to others that might not make it otherwise. There can be no greater gift than having truly given of yourself. You can also know that we in the American Branch shall always keep your memory alive in our prayers.

A Tribute to Tony
(Fri, 20 Jun 2003) Posted by Sophie Kinna
Knowing Tony has been one of the great joys of my life. His disarming smile, his love of people, his constant determination to make you feel strong.
He got through to people, he certainly got me through a lot of hard times and even exposed the inner goon in me, which meant a lot. His love of the absurd was just genius. We shared a love of all that was eccentric and yet Tony could really help you get back down to earth again,when (I, in this case) was catapulting disstrously into cloud cuckooland. He loved Spike Milligan, and we would often quote quips and jokes of his and other famous comedians over a beer in the pub. He was a guy's guy but he also loved women. He was also a very good friend.

He was going so well, connecting with people after a period of illness, talking out things that were troubling him and talking about ways to help himself.

We will all miss you Tony, your abililty to make people laugh in the face of adversity, your ability to make a grumpy person smile, your ability to make people feel better about being who they were. Tony was a humanitarian, a lovely open-minded guy, and on top of that, really good value to be with. I hope you are in a really wonderful, peaceful place with all the great people in all time, of which you are definitely one. And tone, I will never see the word "moo" in the same way again

zoom
(Thu, 12 Jun 2003) Posted by Jasper Legge
There is a character in a Woody film - Alan Alda playing a film director- who says"If it bends it's funny. If it breaks, it's not funny". This rule may work for most of the world but I reckon Tony could bend things and make them funny and break things and make them funny. A true genius of absurdity.

I was often laughing like a jack ass in his company. At Ben Cottiers island on new years day we were playing some sort of crickety game, and Tony kept pretending he'd just noticed me and run at me screaming like a monster, arms outstretched. I shrunk up and shrieked and laughed like a child - very undignified. I shrieked and shrunk the other 6 times he did it too. I hope I didn't dribble.

I often think about the time we had been up north to my sisters land and Tony and me were driving back to Sydney. We had great chats about this and that but my favouite part of the trip was when it got dark and as the headlights flashed by Tony did a sound effect for each passing car. the conversation went something like this.
Tony: zzzum zzum zum zum zooom
zoom zoom gegegegZOOm (truck)

and he kept going too ...zoom zoom zumzum
he paused at one point to let me know that he was going to do a few more banks of cars and then it was straight back to it zoom...zum zum zzoom.
I loved it, every zoom of it. It was funny but most of all it just sounded really good. I felt so relaxed, so lucky to be in a car at night with Tony doing car noises.
Thanks Tones mcbones



Tony: sincere and nutty brother-in-law
(Mon, 09 Jun 2003) Posted by Cathy O'Callaghan
I first met Tony at Christmas time 1995. It was also the first time I met the Cheshers after going out with Chris for a couple of months. My first impression of Tony was of a scruffier, sort of out of control version of Chris. He made me feel at ease straight away with his jokes and charismatic smile. This was exactly what I needed, as I was nervous about meeting my boyfriend’s family and wanted to make a good impression! Over the years I enjoyed our relationship developing, as Tony sort of became an older brother to me. Last year he officially became my brother-in-law.

This year seemed to be a turning point for Tony. As well as being the joker, he was becoming so passionate about American politics and wanted to desperately to change the injustices in the world. This energy was very refreshing.

When I found out Tony had fallen the other night, I couldn’t believe he was going to die. I’m still finding his absence hard to deal with. Tony, we are all missing you heaps!


Knees!
(Sat, 07 Jun 2003) Posted by Alicia Battestini
Tone, you bombay box head! You wally. YOU ... DONKEY!!! (yes donkey, not horse - no!)

What the HELL do you mean by falling down those stairs and leaving us all to stare eternally at that face of yours? That winner of a photo which, as your mum rightly points out, is probably one of the rare moments - the ONLY moment - when someone managed to sneak a photo of you without you mugging or performing for the camera. (I've got another beauty of you and Sal - you are doing something silly with a pepper shaker)...

I look at that face of yours Tone and I smile, despite it all. And mutter 'knees'in a soft Indian accent (that isn't half as funny as the one you do). 'Knees' to you, my friend.

You made me laugh so much Tonester. As loser teenagers together, hating school; finding solace in A Perfect Match and other televisual offerings - we must have been so funny Tone: you, me, Dan and Sal. Four potatoes in our four different school uniforms. Escaping into afternoon TV.

I think Sal was the only one of us that liked School. You, Dan and I were big rebel losers without a cause ... even then you saved the day. Made us laugh and relax and wind down each afternoon, safe in the Chesher house, despite the confusions and pain of being 14, 15, 16 years old...

And you wrote songs and played them to us and I wondered if it was possible that I might have a little crush on you, at times, in those years. Because you were so charismatic and gentle. Such a rare combo! And a tortured artist as well! Pretty irrisistable mix for all your friends and family Tone. We loved you for it. A big bloody mess-mix-up of genius and suffering and hilarity.

I was very touched when you came to the circus last year, to see the show. I knew it was an effort. It got me thinking again about how to get you on board for a circus project. I still perform the Bathlady to your SFX recordings of water going down a plug hole, that sounds like a monster farting and burping simultaneously. Very satisfying. A Tonester special. So many of them. ALOC

DBOOSH Tone
(Thu, 05 Jun 2003) Posted by DBOOSH
We saw two distinct sides of Tone at DBOOSH. On one side he invariably arrived late with his hair and flannel shirt flying, he sometimes even forgot his shifts completely, Rachael once thought he'd hung up on her but he'd only tripped over the phone wire and pulled the plug from the wall, and on his last shift he told me not to bother with his staff evaluation form because he was obviously A++. On the other side he was one of the most caring and gentle staff members I've had at the centre. He very rarely raised his voice at any of the children. The kids flocked to Tony and enjoyed his crazy craft and cooking and even the odd sporty game. No matter what was happening in all of our lives, Tone always managed to bring a smile to our faces, even if we were smiling at his attempts to cut his own hair. Telling the children about Tone last week was devastating for us all, we were dealing with our own grief but also had to be strong for the kids. All of the staff were blown away by the cards, poems and stories that the children made for Tone. It was a true measure of how deeply Tone has touched all of our lives. We are going to plant a tree for Tone in a couple of weeks, we'll post the details soon, anyone is welcome to attend. We miss you Big Tone, DBOOSH is not the same without you. Katherine, Rachael, Nick, Niki, Georgie, Al, Mel, Meg

Goodbye Tony
(Thu, 05 Jun 2003) Posted by David Browne
I still remember the first time I met Tony something like 15 years ago. He was is his late teens and still a kid really, although he never seemed to lose that boyish quality. When we were introduced he said ‘Hello’ then held up an old grey tee-shirt with the word ‘Maggot’ stenciled across the chest in hideous dripping letters. He said ‘I wanted to hand this in as my Art major work … but they wouldn’t let me.’ Doesn’t look like much in print, but he said it with such an off-beat deadpan quality that I still find myself chuckling all these years later.

The last time I saw him was after Chris and Cathy’s wedding, when Jennifer and I had a drink with him at the Union Hotel. He talked about politics with a good natured sense of outrage and talked about his work at the childcare centre but mostly just rambled about life in general. Even when he was being serious there was a sparkle in his eye and his wacky sense of humour seemed to be just millimetres below the surface.

Tony was a natural musician, a natural comic and one of the most original people I think I’ve ever met. I’m sure he’s going to be greatly missed by everyone who knew him.


The extended family
(Wed, 04 Jun 2003) Posted by (Uncle) Peter Henchman
Tony was part of a very close extended family. He never knew his paternal grandfather but his other three grandparents all lived to see him grown up. They were great ones for family get-togethers. When all the cousins were young we had some wonderful family holidays at Thredbo in summer – taking over a lodge and playing and walking and living together. Christmas was always spent with the extended family – at the same spot in Centennial Park for a number of years while there were lots of noisy energetic children in the party. These gatherings continued until his last grandmother died in 2002 aged 91, and indeed we got together again at our old spot in Centennial Park last Christmas. Tony got on well with his aunts and uncles and six cousins and always came to these occasions, even if he made no sartorial concessions to the rather more conventional views of his grandparents. We all loved him and welcomed him unreservedly, and he was great company, talkative and amusing. We all knew vaguely that he moved in a musical/electronic world where we would have been way out of our depth. I for one regret that we are only now coming to listen to some of talent he brought to the work he produced. And who can ever forget that celebration of his life last Thursday? Tony we all miss you but we carry plenty of memories and have the added blessing of electronic souvenirs.

Missed
(Wed, 04 Jun 2003) Posted by Jennifer
Although I only met Tony once, I was struck by his great sense of humour which will be sadly missed.

Whose break?
(Wed, 04 Jun 2003) Posted by Ben Cottier
I must have played a million games of pool and drunk a million beers with Tony.
No matter how long it had been we always quickly got back to where we had left off. We'd play pool and make bad jokes- Tony could take a joke and flog it to death and then somehow bring it back to life so that it was funnier than ever-. He would tell me about the latest song or movie he was working on and the latest girl he was totally in love with and we would usually end up discussing (with Tony getting increasingly animated) everything that was wrong with the world....or maybe the cricket.
Im going to miss those pool games - its something i imagined we'd do until we were crusty old men.

To Tony
(Tue, 03 Jun 2003) Posted by Kevin Thomas
I met and socialised with Tony at Chris's bucks night and over a few beers after Chris and Cathy's wedding. He had an awesome energy and we even made a plan to have a jam. The jam won't happen but my connection with Tony will stay with me. Let the legend live on!

Do not Weep
(Tue, 03 Jun 2003) Posted by Claus & Isabell Mittermaier
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP*

- + -

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

*An anonymous piece on war poetry, left in an envelope for his parents by Steven Cummins, a soldier killed on active service in Ireland, to be opened in the event of his death.

Wonderful Tony
(Tue, 03 Jun 2003) Posted by Ben Oquist
Dear Tony. I miss you now. It had been too long between drinks and I wish I had seen more of you lately. But you are making me laugh still. Thanks to your family and close friends, who created such a wonderful funeral, I can now remember and celebrate all of you. I loved your and your music’s raw politics. Nothing can ever been too political for me and I love people who don’t shy away from that. It’s so important if we are to make it. But funny too. That’s the most wicked combination of all and you had it and have it. Love, Ben.

Toeny "toenails"
(Mon, 02 Jun 2003) Posted by Sally Barber
Our family met tony many years ago in the UK while he was on tour with my cousin Caolflin Turner. The family was very shcked and saddened to hear of his untimely death. The world is one less of a happy, smiling, clever and talented guy - I know my children (some who remember Tony) would have cherished a drumming session with him!
Posted Mnday 02 june 2003. by Sally Barber and the Clare family, Wirral UK.

Scattered Memories
(Mon, 02 Jun 2003) Posted by Andrew Denovan
I thought Toe Knee would appreciate stream of consciousness.
world's best napolitana sauce
winding wizard up
3am acoustic guitar solo
hanging Gi Joe
the goodies
the long walk home
"gunna set you free"
lugging the drum kit across town
check one tsu
running alongside the car
a wonderful smile and a better laugh
tone on the couch under a blanket in winter nice hot cuppa, guitar and TV
sorry its been so long










The Wonder Years
(Mon, 02 Jun 2003) Posted by Kate Newman
Tony Chesher. My very first boyfriend! It's 1983 and we're doing acting classes at Alan Penney's Studio 228 in Darlinghurst. Tony plays the Amazing Levitating Man, the Queer Butcher, the Teen Idol and the Talent Scout with an Attitude and a Nervous Tick..... My God, I've never laughed so hard in my life! Even after the 20th run through of the same skit I would still beg him to do it one more time, and would laugh until I cried every time.
May your humour and wit live on in all of us, Tony.

My first memory of Tony
(Sun, 01 Jun 2003) Posted by Caroline Foldes
My first memory of my cousin Tony is from when I was quite small.
I think I would have been about five or seven years old...at a guess. So, I'm recalling an event from about 25 years ago.
We were at my grandparents' house -his great aunt and uncle- sitting around the dining table after dinner, playing Monopoly.
I know my brother was there too, but I'm not sure who else may have been there.
My mum came in and told me it was time for me to go to bed. I was doing pretty well at the game, and decided to make a bold statement about my personal favourite of the party.
I made a big deal of giving Tony my entire stash of loot as a parting gesture.
I remember feeling a bit shy about it, (what would he think???) but he was the object of my admiration, and it had to be done.
My brother attacked me for being disloyal, and for my radical favouritism towards Tony. He teased me for liking Tony.
I didn't care. I just wanted to show him that I liked him the most.
It's nice. I've always felt something special for him. For as long as I remember. And even then some more, I suppose. That never changed.
I wonder if that's what the word kin refers to? Some kind of magic...

Tone Def ? no way !
(Sun, 01 Jun 2003) Posted by Mick Rowley
I remember seeing Ice 9 at the Lismore Hotel the first time & looking at Tony's little old beaten up drum kit suspiciously, but the sounds & intensity he got out of that kit we're amazing.
The Ice 9 Gigs & supports by Swine & Spinal Trip, we're some of the wildest times of my life. I'll never forget those songs.
Tony's accoustic no's on Ice Cream & Planets showed what great musical feel & emotion he had.
Through your music you live on.

mooo part twooo
(Sun, 01 Jun 2003) Posted by Sally Chesher
Flap doodle kit kaboodle kitty kitty cow cow. Mow p'toodle mammy doodle oompah pah mow mow.

Please...be ridiculous!
(Sat, 31 May 2003) Posted by abbie mitchell
Tony's sense of the absurd was true a gift. I loved that he could borrow words and ideas from the opposite sides of the spectrum, seemingly chuck them together (with a smile) and actually present them in a way that they made sense. Ten years ago -or more- after a long since forgotten niggling incident, Tony remarked that it was a 'pip in the slice of time'. I still use that description to this day.

Mmmmmm chicken...
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by edwina grose
Tony was the first person I ever saw eat raw chicken. The second person was me, after he persuaded me to try it, and then proceeded to cack himself at my reaction. Good one, ToTo...

Paddington will miss you
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by Sarah Oquist
The thing I remember about Tony is his bouncy black hair and big smile and the fact that he always seemed to be wearing the same thing every time I saw him, black jeans and a flanno. Thanks to the Chesher family for giving us such a great day yesterday in which to celebrate Tony's life. xxxx

Here's to you toenails
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by Cassandra Eager
Tony and I shared many late nights and laughs in the flats we shared together in Bondi.
He was a "grot" (he always said because he was a guy he just couldn't "see" the dirt!) but somehow we always managed to get by, have great times...and pay the rent.
Except for our place in Plowman St, where we decided after 4 weeks of not paying the rent we would slip away quietly in the night and stuck the keys under the real estate agent's door with a note saying "Sorry, but you can keep our bond...love Tony and Cassy".
I have so many fond memories of living with Tony. The late night jams, the laughs, the cooking adventures, and the trips to the corner store to see what we could get to eat for $1.87.
His infectious smile could brighten up even the dullest days, and his sweet soul and warm nature has rubbed off on me in more ways than one.
Here's to you toenails... gone but never forgotten. May your spirit finally fly free. I know you're OK. Thank you.


concave bum
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by alison galloway
ice 9 was my introduction to indie rock and tony was my drumming idol - he was the reason i took up the sticks.
but most of all, tony was the loveliest, kindest, funniest dude around.
when i think of tony i remember how he could take a dumb joke and stretch it out so painfully and ridiculously, to the point where it would finally become hilarious, especially when it really started to piss other people off.
i also remember marvelling at his total lack of bum in those black stovepipes. he was like the 5th ramone.
and who forget his classic hit "sex mama in a hooooooole"? god i loved that song!
tony was such a big dag, which is why i felt so comfortable around him, but when he got behind that kit i was suddenly in total awe of him.
tony, you're a legend and true inspiration.

Mooooo
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by Tim
Flap doodle

Ice 9
(Fri, 30 May 2003) Posted by Toby Collins
Its been too long since I last saw Tony, but I have many memories of going to see Ice 9 in all manner of pubs in Surrey Hills. At some point I was told that the band was given a percentage of the bar takings, so I did my bit, and proceeded to drink myself to a standstill. But most importantly I remember the music, and have forgotten the hang-overs.

The one time I met Tony
(Thu, 29 May 2003) Posted by Padraig Collins
I met Tony just once, at Cathy and Chris' wedding. He made me laugh. We had a few drinks after the wedding party was over. I accused him of being in an INXS tribute band. I would not have done that had I known his own music was so damn good.

Tonester legend begins
(Thu, 29 May 2003) Posted by Chris Chesher
Tony Chesher may be gone, but the legend of the Tonester lives on. This site will grow over the next few days, weeks and months as we include some of his songs, pictures and videos. More importantly, we'd love to hear about your times with Tony. You can leave as many stories as you can think of on the 'Tone Tales' guest book.

This site is in memory of Tony
(Wed, 28 May 2003) Posted by Newgency
Please write as many funny, happy, interesting, unforgettable stories about Tony Chesher as you can think of!!!



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