Only taking a moment of this precious lull in the churn of info and obligation. Please forgive me for interrupting at all. Wherever you are and wherever yr heading I wish you peace, safety and progress.


Friday December the 27th ~

New beginnings as the old year ends. Playing my dear old mate Pasan's relatively new space - Jacoby's Tiki Bar - just a few blocks from his best-known venture, Earl's Juke Joint.

Jacoby's just scored a 2AM licence so DJs are at last on the cards - and the roster is as solid as it gets. Tonight will be my first outing there.

You can expect a wild span of sound and vision as we try all sorts of styles on for size. 9PM til midnight. Entry is absolutely free!


Saturday December the 28th ~

Jack Off extends itself obscenely this Saturday, absorbing the entire Purple Sneakers timeslot as that mob take a break. Hear uninterrupted selections from the outer edges of everything, sent (and meant) from the heart. 3 til 6PM on FBi Radio.

Afterwards I'll rekindle the audio adventures at Jacoby's, from 9 til at least 11.30PM. Free again.


Sunday December the 29th ~

My final gig before the decade desists is also aptly far-flung and fresh. Find me putting out all the hope and love I can muster ahead of the do-or-die 2020s at Bondi's Anchor Bar from 7 til 9 for free.

Thank you to each and every one of you for yr ardent attention as listeners, music fans, truth-tellers, colleagues and friends this year. The shit really is about to hit the fan and few are under any illusions as to the scale of the imminent impact any more.

How we conduct ourselves in relation to each other and our home planet will determine whether we and our descendants will survive, let alone thrive.

I'm not fucking around when I say we'd best ensure every decision we make from now on reflects this grave gravity. Whether or not we prevail en masse, the quality of our remaining time together will be defined by our dedication in this regard.

Yesterday I was reminded, via a heartfelt post made by selector sister Hip Hop Hoe, of this astonishing phrase by Sydney's dear-departed poet Candy Royalle.
I vaguely recalled it crowning her head in this exquisite, now-vanished, memorial artwork - behind the street party we had in front of The Hub on election night. I'll not forget again.
'Loving instead of hating living instead of waiting'

Diabolical events - fit for the endless apocalypse.


Wednesday December the 18th ~

Santa had heatstroke and his reindeer were immolated after losing all sense of direction in the smoke haze. One of the only places semi-safe for an apt Xmas memorial is the sandstone cellar of Palmer and Co, just above what once was the Tank Stream.

Dance to The Dovetails and shimmy to the selections of the unflappable Pia Andersen between 7 and 10PM - then extend yr limbs and embrace the collapse of civilisation with old Shithead here til close at 3.

If the world still exists next year Swingin' at the Speakeasy will be back mid-January but if you wanna guarantee bacchanalia before the lights flicker out for good best make a move tonight. Entry is free.

Friday December the 20th ~

Many missions coalesce to varying amounts of acclaim, as I first play a private party celebrating the 30th birthday of All Buttons Great and Small, then kick on to spin for the punters of The Paddington from 10PM til 2AM. Also free.

Saturday December the 21st ~

As a terrifying combination of fierce winds and extreme temperatures sweeps Sydney I'll be ensconced in the Redfern studios of FBi Radio, transmitting an exceptionally dense program that will feature a plethora of live guests. We'll begin with the sublime minimalism of N.Y.C.K., transpose to little-known wanderer Hugh F, then hopefully hear from Darren Hanlon at the death. Jack Off from 3 til 5PM.

Sunday December the 22nd ~

The best way to wrap up this week - and another year of monthly residencies at the Petersham Bowlo - will unfold between 3 and 6 on Sunday arvo.

The joint always closes before Xmas and I usually do the final week of each month so I'm stoked to at last get to play not only in December but over the final few hours of trading for the year.

There will be a brilliant array of bands inside from 2 including The Sticks, Richard Cuthbert, Melodie Nelson, Dance et Al, Evan Lock, Magnetic Heads and Lewis Goldmark.

All of that is absolutely free, as are all the tunes I'll be relaying out by the greens from 3. By 6PM everything will be shut up til the new year. Join us to make the most of our time together, while we can.

The end of time arrived early. How do you propose to spend yr last remaining minutes of liberty?


Thursday December the 12th ~

I'm gonna work. At Palmer & Co from 10PM til 3AM.


Friday November the 13th ~

Then at Sydney Brewery from 6 til 10PM.


Saturday December the 14th ~

Thence I will pause to play for a day. First via Jack Off on FBi Radio, between 3 and 5PM.

Then at this lass' 70s Canape Birthday Party from 9.


Sunday December the 15th ~

Lastly I'll ascend to the Imperial rooftop to receive widespread punter praise and weird anonymous individual staff opprobrium for identical reasons, my queer musical taste and deejay practice. Ain't changin' Shit so maybe this will be my last shift atop the fabled Erko pub. That said, I've believed that before and then been reinstated after a second incarnation of management got the heave-ho. You just never know. Musical chairs and grandiose airs. 6 hours bent from 2 til 8. As per the rest, it's free.

Some pissed prick tried to pinch my Strand Hatters' Akubra mid-set at Palmer and Co last week.

I despise hat thieves so set off (after cueing a few really long tracks and putting visiting DJ Soup in charge) in cool pursuit (they had a ten minute start and would, in all likelihood, have hopped in a cab to split). Halfway around the block in Hunter Street I saw this tool (and his mini-Milat mate) stranded outside a pub - my hat atop his swollen, misshapen mess of a face. He was immeasurably improved aesthetically but still ugly as all get-out - and thankfully too inebriated to even recognise the DJ he'd been badgering as I approached, close enough to pull my property off his dipshit dome.

This triggered a piss-poor attempt at protest on his part but I managed to impress upon him that it would be unwise to fuck with an angry hat owner who was literally on the phone to the police at that very time. I swear to gods if anyone pulls that shit again anywhere at all I will be less diplomatic...

Wednesday December the 4th ~

This may be tested as soon as tonight as I return to the scene of the crime - playing Palmer from 11 til close at around 3 (the city is nuts at the mo thus this could easily extend to 3.30AM). The usual Speakeasy affair ain't on due to a private function earlier so doors won't open earlier. Entry is free.

Friday November the 6th ~

On Friday I kick off the musical offerings for the summer Finders Keepers market at The Cutaway. After my midday til 2 bracket there'll be live music from Lisa Caruso, Elizabeth Fader, Alice Terry and Sparrows before DJ Dylabolical wraps things up.

Saturday December the 7th ~

Saturday sees next-level nutsness yet again, as I play music for 11 or 12 hours in total, beginning with an 11.30AM til 1.30PM set back at Finders. Jo Fabro, Fetherstone and Richie Cuthbert follow live before I magically reappear to spin another two hours of idiosyncratic audio at 5.
In between I'll be hosting a particularly wayward edition of Jack Off that will culminate in a 40-minute-long Spod epic I've been hanging to unleash for months. Tune in from 3PM on FBi Radio.

Finally I'll drag myself up to the Hollywood Hotel and attempt to do justice to the final set (for this year) at one of my favourite residencies of all time.

Yet again last week was superb. It felt like the day peace was declared after a long and bitter war - with every soul in the joint singing to strange old standards like Unchained Melody or Those Were The Days. Those melodramatic radiophonic relics were interspersed with gigantic jams from Africa and Latin America, not to mention just-released local fare. The atmosphere just builds and builds, dancers cut loose and everyone is so kindly and appreciative. I love my job there.

Please join us for my last set til the lockouts lift in January 2020. We'll roll from 9 right through til close at 2 or 3. We are always free!