The sound of (sm)art money shredding outside.
Wednesday July the 19th ~
Be reborn again Swingin' at the Speakeasy, 10 til 2.
Friday July the 21st ~
Pilgrims of great faith traveling north to Splendour In The Grass, despite the utter apocalypse of last year, I pledge to do my duty and reward you with perfectly placed numbers throughout.
DJ Soup will partner me across the weekend this year, with all Gold Bar brackets between main-stage acts filled with tunes of our choosing. On day one Soup plays the day and I the night (my boyfriend needs to shoot two cults over two days on the way, true-ish story, so I won't be onsite til evening).
Saturday July the 22nd ~
Days of almost-no-sleep between Sydney, the Sunshine Coast, the hinterlands and the Splendour site (til 2AM on the first night) will not stop me taking the reins from midday til 6 in the Gold Bar.
After that all bets are off as I'm gonna lose it to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (healing the trauma of their cancellation last year), then Flume, before stretching my legs in the Shack as Colonel Waylon P. Flawstain III shakes the joint down once again.
Jack Off will proceed on FBi under the tender auspices of Jonny Seymour. Hopefully I'll be able to cross live from Yelgun with an update on the state of play in Northern NSW, somewhere between 3 and 5.
Sunday July the 23rd ~
To finally fry what scant synapses remain by Sunday I'll spin midday til 3 & 5.30 til 9 at the Gold Bar.
Then I'm bailing to build fires, play pinball and wait my turn to incinerate the inveterate party-animals gathered at the Shack to scale rafters, swill booze and smoke that secret, sacred, place sky-high one more motherfucking time.
Playing the Splendour In The Grass afterparty there each year remains one of the great joys and privileges in my life. If you will be at the festival find me - or just find a way. Only the ardent ever figure that mission, as it should be. The Colonel will tear it up from 10, then Soup and I will push it beyond form from 2 til dawn.