A high-frequency loop of exquisite anticipation as my mid-winter suspension of standard programming unfolds again, just as the beautiful wattle blooms.


Wednesday July the 17th ~

One Sydney gig only this week (and next) - at the late, lush and free Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Miss Pia doubles up on the decks and stage from 7 til 10PM, then I spin til around 3AM. Bunnies welcome.


Friday July the 19th ~

Fancy fish following others upstream for the sold out Splendour In The Grass this year will have multiple chances to catch beguiling brackets of audio in the open air at the Gold Bar.

Access is confined to VIPs with the right laminates and wristbands - but if you are lucky enough to have both a ticket and said accreditation you'll hear either myself of Goldfoot (stepping in for the internationally touring Mario Speedwagon for this year only) between every main (Amphitheatre) stage set. On this opening evening I have the night shift, from around sundown through til 2 in the morning.

Saturday July the 20th ~

Back in Sydney Jack Off will broadcast under the stewardship of Eddy Diamond between 3 and 5PM - and I'll call in live with a rambling report on the wildlife manifesting around me in Yelgun, amidst my day of sunlit interstitial sets at the Gold Bar.

Sunday July the 21st ~

Sunday evening at Splendour is beyond imagining. After another six hours playing pristine sounds around the fire in the Gold Bar from sunset on I've again got the sublime honour of presiding over the best afterparty at any festival the world over.

This takes place in the mythical Tackle Shack - a secret lakeside beyond-the-boundary venue that serves as the home to my fambly of cuzzins for the duration each year.

After our wanton and wonderful shack daddy Waylon P. Flawstain III concludes his third evening of dirty and depraved hits from the deep, dark past I'll step up (with the eventual and invaluable assistance of my Gold Bar co-pilot Goldfoot) to unleash the most boisterous bacchanalia you will ever witness.

Move mountains to be there. Only the strong make it. You will know.
My reward (beyond the indelible scenes one can only witness from behind those decks each year) will be spending Monday morning with the White Herons in sweet silence, beyond birdsong. The mist over the water, the now-golden dew. Amongst this pristine peace and solitude everything lifts and trembles - heralding spring, our chance to breathe anew.

Self-sustaining explosions of fab and florid audio to keep you warm and wonderful from the inside out.


Tuesday July the 9th ~

Disintegrating layers of music and majesty knit anew in the alchemical dungeon of Palmer & Co as an epic free set unfolds from 9PM til close at 2 or 3 AM.


Friday July the 12th ~

This sporting life requires absolute discipline and rigorous training, explicitly evinced today by my early morning commute to Redfern so as to commentate on matters Rugby League via FBi Radio's fabled Fire Up program. Join Stephen Ferris, Kris Gale and myself from 9.20AM as we dissect Origin overkill and the renewal of Newcastle. Paraphrased newsprint and concussive levels of coffee are par for the coarse!

I'm ashamed to say that by nightfall my principled objections to ANY OTHER CODE will have been exposed as mere hot air, as I've belatedly accepted an invitation to the launch of the charity Aussie Rules annual Community Cup at Cottonmouth Records.

More specifically, I have been conscripted by the media-based Sydney Sailors to battle the muso-based Walers (can't spell, or don't want to - bit of baggage with that term hey) on the wheels of steel.
My opponent ain't just just any old mammal-killing hobbyist masquerading as a proper selector mind you - I'm up against the once-venerable Leader of the Opposition, DJ Albo, a man who was unable to dredge up a creative performance of any kind when he appeared on my program to pledge cash-if-we-win, instead leaving Tanya Plibersek to heroically carry the can for our obligatory format through her charming recitation a favourite childhood poem. Though I guess you could argue Albo's reliance on other people's work makes him the perfect DJ.
Either way he's playing for the wrong damn team tonight and is consequently gonna get creamed. See the whole sorry tabloid fiasco play out live from 6 til 9 for free - and donate generously!


Saturday July the 13th ~

It's too early to say with any certainty what might be happening on Jack Off this week - but we have an invite extant to the arch and erudite Robert Forster. Time will tell if we swing that visit at long last. Listen in between 3 and 5PM for a smokin' show of saucy songs and stories regardless.

Step to otherworldly outposts of audible invention.


Tuesday July the 2nd ~

A multiplicity of moods will emerge from the miasma at Palmer & Co tonight, between 8 and 11PM. As per all my gigs this week, entry is entirely free.


Wednesday July the 3rd ~

Night moves? Right moves? White moves? All of the below - deep in the sandstone cellar of Palmer & Co, from 10PM til close (at around 3 in the morn).

Saturday July the 6th ~

Jack Off may yet be graced by the mystical majesty of King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - but there are no guarantees. Eight-way consultations via ouija board continue. 3 til 5PM on FBi Radio.

Soon afterwards the old flood-damaged vinyl comes out for a rare spin, as I debut at Enmore's Cottonmouth Records between 7 and 9.30PM.

Sunday June the 7th ~

On Sunday we again ascend to exquisite altitudes - taking in the health-giving airs (and graces) of the rarefied rooftop environs of the Imperial Hotel. Hear magic music play from 3 til 8PM and be healed!

Wednesday June the 26th ~

Thankfully my long-standing weekly residency, for Swingin' at the Speakeasy at Palmer & Co, continues to go from strength to strength.

The venue won best bar out of the whole of Merivale's vast portfolio last year - and the Wednesday nights booked by Pia Andersen remain the most fun element of this surreal and surprising enterprise.

Pop in between 5 and 7 for 49% off all drinks (including bottles and cocktails), then twirl and dip with the swing dancers for the next three hours as Queen Porter Stomp blast out their swampy sounds, before miraculously punching through the bleak night til 3AM as I spin ye olde exotica. It's always free!


Saturday June the 29th ~

Jack Off proffers profound prattle and piss-poor pop either side of a quality live bracket by superb Sydney side-men Tim and Pete. Tune in to FBi Radio between 3 and 5PM.

By the way if you missed our heartbreakingly honest exchange with John Grant last week you ought to drop everything and listen now. It is pertinent to the pathetic debates occurring presently regarding 'religious freedom', yet it's a far more complex, empathetic and profoundly personal reading than anything you'll experience elsewhere in our media.


Sunday June the 30th ~

Come Sunday let's celebrate the community club that is everyone's cup of tea (or pint of strong ale) - the Petersham Bowlo - as they hold their annual membership drive from midday on.

I'll begin my free 4-hour set out by the greens an hour early (at 1PM) - and out there with me you'll find a giant slide and a one-off bar by Willie The Boatman. Inside there's some brilliant live music courtesy of Dog Trumpet, Married Man, The 902s and The Darkened Seas. Come down, drink up and join up!

Seems like the planet's civil systems are hanging by a thread. As the shortest day this year here looms we can only hope summer actually comes.

In the meantime, as the wheels spin, I proffer plentiful free music in strange surroundings.


Wednesday June the 19th ~

Leg it to Swingin' at the Speakeasy for oblique old fare and dodgy dares, from 10PM til 3AM.


Friday June the 21st ~

Reveal or repeal? The renos at Strike Bowling King Street Wharf may even be complete as my set unfolds between 8 and 11PM. Stroll down, suck it - and see!


Saturday June the 22nd ~

Jack Off welcomes far-flung cosmic interlopers from the deep north in John Grant (of Reykjavik) and Ada Lea (from Montreal) live between 3 and 5 on FBi.

Thence I return to the same harbourside games emporium as last night, same set time too.


Keep turning up & tossing out all. Use yr powers!

Musical machinations to bridge the battles between factions: grand gigs and radical radio action.


Wednesday June the 12th ~

The Faculties perform between 7 and 10PM tonight at Swingin' at the Speakeasy then I spin til close around 3AM. Farewell the final nights of the Vivid Festival in the heart of the CBD for free.


Friday June the 14th ~

Do not despair. I will soon return from playing a private party (at an iconic architectural wonder, on the border of National Park bush down south).


Saturday June the 15th ~

Jack Off is aiming up during the final weekend of the Sydney Film Festival, with extant invites to key luminaries.

We expect to welcome both the subject and director of The Chills - The Triumph & Tragedy of Martin Phillipps, whilst additionally hoping to hear from Shirley Barrett (director of my key personal cinematic inspiration, Love Serenade) plus recently-renewed Festival Director Nashen Moodley.

Tune in from 3 til 5PM for insights akimbo.


Sunday June the 16th ~

Come Sunday I hope to lure a few square-eyed Sydneysiders away from their screens for an afternoon atop the impeccable Imperial Hotel.

Step up to enjoy a free five-hour set, full of aberrant anthems and playful propositions, on the sheltered-yet-sunny rooftop between 3 and 8PM.

As gales abate we await - a return flight, to night.


Wednesday June the 5th ~

I'm anxious to confirm that the sole Virgin flight each day from the Sunshine Coast to Sydney will duly fly, as I've a rather vast responsibility to attend to tonight - playing the Gala Opening Party for the Sydney Film Festival, in Town Hall's majestic Centennial Hall, following the sold out premiere of Rachel Ward's Palm Beach at the State Theatre.

If yr lucky enough to be heading along you'll (hopefully) hear me spin from the stage, in front of the vast pipe organ, between 10PM and 1AM.


Thursday June the 6th ~

DJ Soup was good enough to swap our free sets at Palmer & Co this week, so that I'd be available to launch the filmic fest, thus I'll be playing 10PM til 3AM on Thursday instead - whilst the tall fella will spin for the Speakeasy the night prior.


Friday June the 7th ~

As the weekend begins you'll find me Upstairs at the Marly scrubbing the sin from my shins, whilst distracting the moral majority with a plethora of free and fruity tunes between half 9 and midnight.


Saturday June the 8th ~

Then, as Saturday rolls around, it's time for another blissfully bizarre broadcast of Jack Off, from 3 til 5PM on FBi Radio.
A little later I've what might well be the final 90 minutes of a 6 year residency at The Marly - upstairs again, between 7 and 8.30PM. I was imported into the joint when Riversdale purchased it and transformed the place from a college hell-hole to a progressive hotel fit for the Newtown community.

My primary role was curating the respective curators of Tokyo Sing Song from it's founding month on - a pristine privilege of programming that allowed for infinite risks, mutant music, aberrant performance and some unforgettable experiences with some of the most passionate people in Sydney and beyond.

Soon after, Miss Peaches launched with a roster of radically diverse culture collectors rotating on the decks. It was so refreshing to escape fashion and wallow in whack relics of wild times gone by. 

Solotel bought the pub a year or two back and Sing Song has had a DJ focus since so my position booking live fare evaporated. But I've enjoyed working upstairs regardless, spinning songs from almost the exact spot where a particularly twisted test broadcast of FBi once originated.

I hope to have some role there in future but there's no guarantee - so swing by and raise a toast to time well spent if yr in the area. It has been a joy!

By 9PM I'll be playing my one free public-access set for the Festival Hub at Lower Town Hall. Join us!

Free sonic swims for Sydney's winter wanderers.


Tuesday May the 28th ~

A rare early set at Palmer & Co between 7 & 10.30PM.

Wednesday May the 29th ~

Shake a leg to the songs of The French Tailors, from 7 til 10PM during Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Thence I spin for swathes of city stragglers til around 3.


Friday May the 31st ~

I'll bring a basket of golden tunes to bear at The Brewery to mark the end of the working tweak. 6 til 10PM. (Cash) tips welcome.


Saturday June the 1st ~

We had lofty hopes to welcome the eternally overachieving Shazza Von Etten in to FBi between 3 and 5PM this Saturday - but her preparations for the first show of this Australian tour, at the Opera House tonight, look like they might preclude a visit. Jack Off will broadcast regardless.
Afterwards I'll be heading upstairs at The Marly to knit up another psycho set of increasingly aberrant audio for all and sundry, from half 9 til midnight.

Well I got it about as wrong as anyone re the election. I'm sorry for feeding false hope.

Gotta say our Good Rid-Dance outside The Hub was a shining silver lining however, the sole tonic for a terribly traumatic night.

Credit to the local authorities for not intruding once, our selfless set-up crew (who sourced a second generator in under 20 minutes, after we assembled a quality sound system in under 30) and of course my fellow selectors Pete Strong and Betty Grumble - not to mention Ramona, the tiny dancer and force of nature that accompanied Betty throughout.

Most of all we thank everyone who came and danced with love and ferocity unmatched. There were some Kali kinda steps out there that made me feel awe and faith in the future regardless.

You were utterly inspiring - and we intend to honour that by providing this community facility on election nights to come, independent of any particular outcome. It was powerfully affirming.


Wednesday May the 22nd ~

The French Tailors have Swingin' at the Speakeasy sewn up between 7 and 10PM. I pull the strings from then til close at 3. Entry remains completely free.


Friday May the 24th ~

This is how I approach my sets for Strike Bowling at King Street Wharf whilst it remains in a crazy state of flux during renovations. Enter at yr own risk - and possibly hear me between 8 and 11PM if you do. I'll be utterly fried from playing an enormous private event for 700 people prior so it could go either way frankly. Exciting or eroded - you decide!


Saturday May the 25th ~

Saturday is a somewhat fearsome prospect on its own, so I'm going to focus on a far horizon whilst attempting to remain perpetually present.

It's important that I do as my first responsibility is performing for the (literal) kids at Play Day's bubble disco. Given I'm sandwiched between DJs of the calibre of Charlie Villas and King OPP I'd better step up! Not to mention the fact that the whole shebang (expected to attract thousands, like it's progenitor Choo Choo Festival) is organised by two women very near and dear to me.

Whether you've little ones or not you might wanna clock the insane number of attractions here and make a move to get there early. Skaters might already have heard about the pioneering park - and there will be fearsome demonstrations of talent in effect upon it. Hopefully they'll be able to hear my patented childrens (s)hits-of-the future (like the new Gurge number Farting Is A Part Of Life) ringing out across the ramps between 11.30 and 1PM. May it inspire them to ever-greater heights.

Afterwards I've got a duty to really pull myself together and facillitate the final-ever interview for The Ocean Party, ahead of their performance for the Spunk Records 20th Anniversary concert at the Opera House that evening. The band (and their families) have endured an unimaginable fate of late. Last October Zac Denton, brother of Lachlan (also in the band) died very soon after being diagnosed with a cyst in his brain.

The group had just released an album and were about to tour to celebrate it. In the end that tour proceeded solely to honour their fallen friend and family-member. They then announced they were disbanding but first they would release a posthumous EP of Zac's songs. Just yesterday I received the first of 8 songs Lachlan has wrote for an EP whilst processing the loss of his brother. It had me crying in the car, selfishly consumed by thoughts of my own sole-sibling's suffering and the untold agony of families who lose their loved ones suddenly, when they were in the prime of their lives.

We'll hear about these experiences directly from the band - and they will share two live songs with us on Jack Off between 3 and 5PM.


Sunday May the 26th ~

By Sunday I will need nothing more than a cup of tea and a lie down in the autumn sun - but instead I'll sit up, relay some healing tunes from beyond time and sip on a pint or two of something more powerful.

You can catch all that for free at the PBC between 2 and 5PM - whilst inside It's A Family Affair returns with quality live music for and by real youngsters.

There are three school-aged acts in House Of Monkeys, All Of The Above and The Rakers; plus regular hosts The Sticker Club; and headliners Victoria (a supergroup featuring members of Community Radio, Youth Group, Songs and Smudge - whose inspired debut single got its world premiere on my program not so long ago). I strongly recommend hanging out til the end to see them alone. I will!

Everything is A-OK, just peachy & free, you'll see!


Wednesday May the 15th ~

Swingin' at the Speakeasy won't be a site for sore ears, with Miss Pia playing live from 7 til 10, before this old salt spins til close at 3AM.


Friday May the 17th ~

The eve before the battle is at last brought to a standstill I'll be stirring emotive sounds into the reno-wrecked cavern of echoic oddity that is Strike Bowling at King Street Wharf, betwixt 8 and 11PM.

Saturday May the 18th ~

Jack Off preps for the impending political apocalypse via typically oblique pairings of twee and terrifying tunes between the hours of 3 and 5PM.

Then we take to the streets with the first party I've put on in a decade or so. Got a feeling the last Shithouse (on the Marrickville rooftop) was in the lead-up to the Federal election where John Howard lost his seat. Then, on election night, out front of The Hub in Newtown, we had a somewhat bittersweet celebration of the as-yet-uncertain victory of Julia Gillard's minority government.

This time we're hoping for a more definitive declamation - and I sure as shit don't wanna be glued to a device inside when it all goes down.

Thus Good Rid-Dance! is making a return to the exact same spot on King Street: opening up a loving, inclusive and affirmative community portal for a defiant, radiant and ridiculous explosion of kindness, music and movement.

Selfless sound-system, tech and transport courtesy of indefatigable heroes Barry Love and Hugh Dirlow. Songs spun by Betty Grumble, Pete Strong and myself. 7.30 til 11.30PM. All welcome, always!

Sunday May the 19th ~

Come Sunday we'll ascend to heaven/space - or at least the rooftop of The Imperial - where ideally I'll be basking in the ramifications of people-power by playing anthems and affirmations in tribute. Join our airborne shindig anytime between 3 and 8PM.