Had such a stunning trip south to play the EwFimism wedding in Daylesford. Stunned and grateful to travel again, especially to connect with country I've missed so since the cessation of Meredith and Plains (where I first met said conjugal pair).
Smashed with city obligations now of course, so this edition will again be a little brief. My head and heart are still out amongst the springs, lakes, creeks, birds, trees and insects of the bush.
Wednesday February the 9th ~
By the way all of the pics in today's newsletter were snapped in an hour's stroll out near Glenlyon. We'd had a great tip to lunch at the General Store there on our country road ramble back to the airport and found there was a waterfall 5 minutes up the way upon perusing some maps. Words cannot describe!
Sandstone in proximity to the storm water remnants of Sydney's fabled Tank Stream may not sound like a compelling urban alternative but you would only think that if you have never experienced Palmer & Co. Tonight I continue the umpteenth year of my Wednesday residency on the decks from 10PM, following on from the gentle giant that is DJ Soup.
Friday February the 11th ~
Whether small sulphurous springs, large lakes or wild river waterholes are yr thing you'll come closer to nature in the Backyard at The Alex.
Hear me play a pre-sundown set for free (as per all of this week's gigs) from 4 til 6PM, no doubt highly excited for the two sets of actual live - and always mystical - music from The Necks at the Opera House directly afterwards.
Saturday February the 12th ~
I'll have several week's worth of wonderful discoveries to share with you on Jack Off between 3 and 5PM on FBi. Heartfelt thanks to Jonny for his custodianship of our aberrant spot on the grid.
My final destination for the working week will be on the 22nd floor of a CBD skyscraper, scattering strange and soulful sounds from across the globe into both the dining and cocktail bar sides of the building as the last light leaches from the twilit summer sky. Playing at Dean and Nancy on 22 is always rather a romantic swoon of an evening.
I pinch myself at all of this. I'm so glad to be alive, free, loved, healthy and able to share the work of artists of such spirit.