BYE

Bye beautiful Dyaramak. Thanks for taking us all absolutely everywhere on the river. The roos and forest watched at sunset as our best (and last) boat ever readied to be trucked to Adelaide, to a new world of kids and water ways. We love you.


Wednesday August the 6th ~

Bye old Sydney city, all junkie g(l)aze and brake dust. A sheen is placed on the surface. Hot Shit (myself and Liz) bear witness, beside the walls of recording residue at Jam Record Bar, from 6 til 9.

That's free, as are all of these things I share. 

Palmer & Co proceeds thereafter, with me playing solo, behind the timber desk, between 10 and 2.


Friday August the 8th ~

Bye govt and po-po piss-ants, always trying to minimise momentum and stop swathes of citizens from collectively expressing humanity and compassion.

Hello community and kindness, physicality and sexuality.

Hot Shit are back at the Hotel Hollywood, mid-move, to stretch out and shake down - getting footloose in this dirty old town for Shiny Shiny from 8 til late.


Saturday August the 9th ~

Bye (again) perfect Pearl. Thank you for bestowing your miraculous natural realms whilst affording us shelter on the edge of this awesome and ever-changing elemental interface.

Whilst we wrangle boxes and men, Jack Off will proceed via Jonny Seymour (plus pup George Michael), featuring extra-special guest, Far-West farm-raised, emergency doctor and music artist, Gordi, talking true and performing live between 3 and 5.

Thanks for reading, looking, listening and feeling so acutely, dear friends. Catch you next week, on the other side of our latest minor migration xo