ON FIRE

Rainforests that have been here since dinosaurs walked the Earth are burning around the Border Ranges as I write. We are past the precipice. I'm just a fiddler far from Rome - playing on as icebergs and lifeboats fail to stay afloat.


Wednesday September the 11th ~

Dan Barnett plays trombone with his band from 7 til 10PM for Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Then I incinerate what's left of the place by flogging old fare fast, all the way til close around 3AM. Free.


Thursday September the 12th ~

After falling suddenly ill with a viral fever thing last week I'm making up for lost wine by doubling up to play Palmer and Co the next night too. Same deal: 10 til 3 or so, no charge. Hot spring night/s.


Friday September the 13th ~

The first Friday of my free weekly after-work residency at the new South King Rec Club got kinda cruelled by a freaky concatenation of blistering hot winds then a freezing drop in temp via rain, just as I began last week. Let's see what this apocalyptic planet has to dish up this week eh? 6 til 10PM.


Saturday September the 14th ~

Once a year we pause our radiophonic adherence to mysterious mixes of never-played-before music from everywhen and instead dedicate ourselves to the ignominious task of begging for the funds to keep our astounding portal for cosmic culture afloat.

This Saturday between 3 and 5PM I'm ever-so-earnestly asking you to either renew yr support, or instigate it. Even if only a minority of what you hear on FBi is yr bag personally, the station as a whole is utterly integral to the health of this city. Where else would I get to vent the aural equivalent of written posts like this in real time? We are unconstrained by corporate and government funding and I personally enjoy as much liberty as anyone could dare hope for on the airwaves.
Last year I plied our loyal listeners with prizes of unparalleled value, that I pulled together in the just the few days prior. I don't want to regularly default to that kinda transactional rationale though. That was a one-off. This year I'd prefer to welcome each new subscriber in person on air knowing that they have stepped up out of the purest community-minded motives - the same imperatives that have motivated both myself and the selfless people I've worked with over the last two decades.
Make the leap and call 83322945 between 3 and 5PM or join online then. Show us specifically that you value our efforts and ethics, whilst doing yr bit (for as little as $5/month) to grow Sydney into a more enriching and nurturing city. Jack Off will treat you in return to an interplanetary playlist and a live performance by Summer Flake.

Afterwards come carouse at the Hotel Hollywood for another bizarre and debaucherous evening that defies the stasis and stratification of our city, deploying pizzazz and piss-takes to keep all sorts up til far past bedtime. 9PM til 3AM. Absolutely free.


Sunday September the 15th ~

We conclude with one of my favourite gigs of the whole year: the closing party of the Sydney Underground Film Festival. Get tickets quick before it sells out - then rock up for a 7.30PM screening of The Lodge, eat free ice cream, drink free booze and hang out til midnight as I spin strange songs to theme in the courtyard afterwards from 10.