Too despondent to write whilst the levee is breached again in Lismore. I'm grateful for the security we have here in Sydney presently but just cannot truly contemplate the scale of suffering up north now, not to mention the deeply dire prospects for the future.
Wednesday March the 30th ~
Poor Pia has come down with the dreaded virus so The Swingin' Kitten is taking time out from her enduring care of partner Limpin' Jimmy to play the deejay brackets between The Aston Martini's live sets from 7 til 10PM for Swingin' at the Speakeasy tonight. I'll do all thereafter til 2 or so. Entry is free.
Friday April the 1st ~
Somehow Stefano from Maybe Sammy has managed to make a guest appearance in Dubai. I'm so relieved that man has at last had the reward of a (working) holiday after the last few years of toil, upheaval and postponements/cancellation.
Dunno if he'll be back by Friday but I'll be flying my freak flag high to buoy the spirits of all between 9 and 1 regardless. This too is free.
Saturday April the 2nd ~
Jack Off will likely be a purge of political pain, anger and anguish plus an incendiary escalation of personal aspiration for ethics and actions beyond. You can hear it live between 3 and 5 or on-demand whenever via FBi Radio.
My mad mate Georgia has carved out a nutty niche for herself throwing kids' discos on the Northern Beaches but since the pandemic she has been craving an adult experience of dancefloor delirium.
I could hardly say no, especially when I discovered it was to be held in the sacred space of the Newport Surf Club. If yr up that way or fancy a drive for a seaside sway at a ballistic beach ball join us for Club Boogie between sunset at 7 and midnight.
Apologies for the lack of communication of late, got myself a case of the old COVID and am just emerging.
Wednesday March the 23rd ~
First cab off the rank is Swingin' at the Speakeasy, with The Roslyns performing live from 7 til 10 then myself taking over from Pia on the decks until close around 2. Sing and dance to yr heart's content at this hidden subterranean gem. Entry is always free.
Friday March the 25th ~
As the weekend begins I'll be back in the front bar of The Paddington, spinning heartfelt pop songs of yore and deeper current cuts from across the globe. Food is fab, street view for social drinkers fine too. All welcome. No charge. 9PM til midnight.
Saturday March the 26th ~
It will be a solace to return to the FBi airwaves to host Jack Off, after you-can-never-really-retire ex Executive Producer Isabel Phillips was drafted to do a sterling job in my absence last week.
Afterwards I'll be bolting to a certain clifftop bowlo to at last enjoy the thrice-postponed US soap-themed 50th for a fantastic local film-maker.
I'm well aware that many reading this will be battling the virus as we speak and am sending you solidarity and healing hopes. Hang in there. Soon you'll be able to enjoy relative immunity and freedom for a good few months, more so than at any time in the pandemic thus far. You will prevail.
'Scuse me while I diss the sky...
Wednesday March the 9th ~
Swing at the Speakeasy from 10PM til 2AM. Free.
Thursday March the 10th ~
Thursgay at the Hotel Gosford. 6 til 10PM. Shows from Midas, Mya Motions and Anita Drink. Gratis.
Friday March the 11th ~
Maybe Sammy between 9PM and 12.30AM. No charge.
Saturday March the 12th ~
The Heaps Gay Party at the Sydney Park Brick Pits is cancelled now (not just postponed like last time), along with all the outdoor stages of the King Street Carnival, due to saturated turf and hell on Earth.
Jack Off floats on from 3 til 5PM via FBi Radio.
Dean and Nancy on 22 gets u high: 9 til 12.30. Free
I'm watching the news again out of necessity. What could bump both the pandemic then the most appalling invasion and conflagration in Europe since last century as a more urgent story? More local natural disasters of a never-before-witnessed scale.
These floods are beyond belief. They come so sly yet sudden, obliterating lives and livelihoods. Leaving the poorest so much poorer. My heart goes out to those I know and don't know amidst the displacement and chaos. It's especially hard to appreciate from here but I hope a brighter day will come soon.
Wednesday March the 2nd ~
I moved anything half valuable (there's not a lot to be honest) out of our back shed where the creek is last night, expecting the worst to arrive here by morning. It has just begun. Seems tonight and Thursday morning will now be the most perilous.
Given I've gotta drive in to the city to play Swingin' at the Speakeasy I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and assess on my return tomorrow. You'll find me spinning (out) for free in the sandstone cellar of Palmer & Co, mere metres above the hidden rage of the subterranean Tank Stream, from 10PM til about 2AM, after Sarah O'Connor live.
Friday March the 4th ~
A year or three back I started a weekly residency at Sydney's iconic Hollywood Hotel, the very week that it's founding matriarch, Doris Goddard, died. Yesterday would have been her 92nd birthday.
To lose such an iconic personality from the helm of this one-off community enterprise was devastating for all concerned. The licensee Mark bravely battled on through the aftermath of this traumatic loss, emerging from lockouts only to hit a pandemic. Last year he finally passed the baton on, choosing the new owners, from a field of many, based on culture rather than capital. I played a raucous closing-night party then the old girl closed for some much-needed TLC.
After a fastidious and honourable restoration that has been faithful to the unique public house Doris forged in this often-tawdry etch-a-sketch of a town (see The Lansdowne), the Hollywood has reopened and once again begun programming some of the liveliest musical acts available. I'm stoked to say that I will also be returning to that hallowed bar this Friday evening, relaying a five-hour set from 9PM that will incorporate threads from the oft-unseen fabric of personalities and places that truly exemplify Sydney's greater nature. Free, for all.
Saturday March the 5th ~
On Saturday you'll hear more resonant selections of sound fashioned into something of a story sequence on Jack Off, stripped of most interruptions to let you soak in your own reflections. That's 3 til 5PM.
By 9 that evening I'll again be snug within the opulent surrounds of Dean and Nancy on 22, sharing songs to galvanise and bear up our shocked spirits at this awful time. Solidarity and peace people x