Two new shows in the upcoming shows list, which is pretty great because I was worried for a week there; the first week in years where I haven’t had a gig in the immediate future. finding that feeling not to my liking, I obtained a pair of music opportunities: May On Wednesday the 23rd I’m Read More …
Food Reviews Grape: A sack of colourless fluid that exudes a sweet smell. Once opened with the teeth or the fingernails, some fleshy pulp and (in certain varieties) a bitter seed will be felt upon the tongue. The tearing sound heard within the head as the fruit’s skin is Read More …
I’m going through my internet-life and fixing up the broken boards, the loose change, the leaking joists, and fixing up a nice bed for the possums. This means a couple of things: – this website will change soon, which is exciting for everyone except people who aren’t me. – I have finally fixed my mailing Read More …
Wow. Filling in on bass for Fun Machine has been an excellent way to survive the absence of the inimitable Ramsay Nuthall, friend of mine par excellence and FM’s usual bottom-ender. The Beresford Upstairs hosted us and Myth and Tropics We played the launch night for the ACT’s new ‘peak music authority’, MusicACT on the deck (The Deck) at Read More …
This week, a review of mine has been published in BMA that is overloaded with unusual words. I make no apology. Reviews of events that, having ended, can’t be attended by the reader tend to bore me. Writing one, I thought I’d just go crazy on the vocabulary and let likeminded folks go dictionary-hopping. Here’s Read More …
While in Melbourne, I typed (at coffee shops) and then painstakingly hand-wrote (on really very nice paper, mm-yes) a letter to Ramsay Nuthall, old school friend and Fun-Machiner. The letter contained a summary of the entre trip. Following are some extracts: ” Dearest Davey, Did the Melbourne trip in six hours yesterday plus a Holbrook Read More …
I had to drop a photodiary of a house we visited, graphic artisans Oliver Hayes and Cam Moylan. The tiny place, whose abutment on one side consists of enormous car-yard advertisements and whose wall-peaks slide in towards each other, drew my lens like Graf von Faber-Castells draw sketch-artists. (Hold your mouse over the text for explanations/Halten Read More …
The road from Adelaide to Canberra is largely desert. Against the odds,we found a boat there. We turned our noses up at spending 1.50/L on fuel in Hay, and it was twenty kilometres out of town that we saw our first ‘no more fuel for fifty km’ sign. Joe’s car hadn’t been swinging at full capacity recently, Read More …
My initial message to Vorn Doolette was a shot in the dark. Along the lines of: “Hi! You don’t know who I am, but we have a profession, some friends, and Canberra in common. Let’s hang out.” I certainly wasn’t expecting him to offer us a place to stay for our whole Adelaidean week. From Read More …
Ballarat can’t be spoken of highly enough, a country town that took us unawares.
