Vast swathes / tiny traces. Peculiar patterns of moving pictures / sequences of cinematic sound.
Wednesday November the 7th ~
Swingin' at the Speakeasy swaddles the knowing night owls of Sydney deep beneath the dark city streets.
Wild worlds unfold live for free from 7 til 10PM, via the Aston Martinis plus Pia on deck(s). Thence this old salt spins - til as late as 3.30AM.
With a couple of days on a South Coast river-mouth luring me from early the next morning I will be up and atom. A free & fearless fusion of song & dance.
Saturday November the 10th ~
I probably would have bailed on the show for another few nights off the grid were it not for some sublime guests and a wonderful wedding in the offing at my favourite bowlo. Thus I'll drive back up to the big smoke in time to kill two birds.
Jack Off will be jammed from the get-go at 3. Irish duo Saint Sister were slated to perform a voice and harp (joy of joys) piece for us live - then cancelled due to some intransigent timing at an Irish Festival gig due later in the evening. Said fest was clearly not advised of the perils of crossing our clear-cut confirmation process and was duly cancelled in it's entirety for that day. Thus we get to enjoy pure frequencies on air after all!
Immediately after that incantation evaporates the brilliant Batts will fly in to the studio to regale us with her magical music. We are spoilt for voice I tell ya. Catch you out there kids!