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.
I reunited with my spouse the sea for a debut spring dip today - and am immeasurably better for it. It's a busy week but one where work will be offset by many expeditions to waterways. Bring on balance!
Wednesday September the 4th ~
The most exciting news of late has been the imminent opening of a wonderful new cultural facility in our otherwise corporate and contracting city. The South King Recreation Club will feature discerning selectors playing for gentle-people of all persuasions - and doors open tonight!
I'm honoured to have been asked by the visionary behind it (the same fellow who brought us Tokyo Sing Song) to play the opening bracket on the wheels of wood. Swing by from 6 and hear songs spun by yours truly, then a combined set from Hayley Jezebel and Tooky DMA from 8. Should go late, will always be free. Located on Level 1 of 597 King St.
Thursday September the 5th ~
'Cos of that Wednesday launch I've bumped my weekly slot at Palmer and Co to Thursday instead. Find me there from 10PM til close at around 3AM. It's free.
Friday September the 6th ~
Then we return to South King Rec Club for the start of a month of Fridays. Come have a drink in this unique scenic space as the weekend kicks in - and listen to some true musical variety as you lap up the convivial atmosphere. 6 til 10PM. Always free.
Saturday September the 7th ~
Jack Off will hear from Hungry Ghost and constant collaborator J.P. Shilo live between 3 and 5.
Afterwards get jiggy with it at the perennial late-night paradise that is the Hotel Hollywood - as I spin a six hour set of complete contrasts (that somehow coagulate into a semi-coherent story) from 9PM. It's also absolutely free!
Sunday September the 8th ~
Sunday will be ace too, as I get to play another fantastic space in the Inner-West for the very first time. Join me for a sedate swim through a different kind of tap-borne liquid at Willie The Boatman.
My suite of strange tunes can be heard from 3 til 6PM at the brewery. It's free once more and oughtta be an ideal way to maximise the remaining hours of leisure this weekend. Hope to see you there!
Hair-raising hijinks for audio addicts everywhere.
Wednesday August the 28th ~
Swingin' at the Speakeasy makes for a rare spot of movement and magic in the otherwise mordant central business district. Kate Wadey and band kick off from 7, then I'll be spinning timeless tunes til reality is restored at around 2 or 3AM. It's free!
Friday August the 30th ~
This weekend I'll be doing two five-hour-long sets in the courtyard of the Factory Theatre, as the Australian Academy of Cinema and Television Arts Shorts and Web Fest plays out within.
Entry to both my sets and all of the workshops, interviews, performances and screenings inside is free. Peruse the program and pop along. It'll be cosy in both spaces and highly social throughout. My opening set runs from 5 til 10PM.
Saturday August the 31st ~
Jack Off is back under my stewardship this week. I'd like to thank Isabel Phillips for holding the fort last weekend as I attended Damien's Paddle Out and played some music at the celebration of his life. It was a truly beautiful afternoon.
If you tune in between 3 and 5PM this Saturday you'll hear one of the most promising bands in this country live on air. Dumb Things are humble cats from Brisbane but their songs seem streets ahead to me - harking back to a classic antipodean era of sun-dappled sounds. They've already got one album behind them and we're hopeful we might hear a couple of songs from the one on the way.
Just an hour after the radio show concludes I'll be back on deck(s) at the Factory for the AACTA Shorts and Web Fest again - this time playing from 6 til 11PM, across a number of internal sessions and all of the afterparty. Come suss it out then hang!
Afterwards I'll head back to the Hotel Hollywood, where my weekly residency has become increasingly wild. It seems to attract everyone from culture-vulture theatre-types, to Golden Age cineastes, concert-goers from all manner of gigs, elite hospo kids, freaky fashionistas, old-school Darlo dandys - you name it! It's bloody fantastic to see this sort of convivial variety manifesting in Sydney, especially as it gathers pace later on.
I usually play every Saturday night from 9 til 3AM - but don't tarry in heading over, as it is still in the damn lock-out zone and sadly we cannot admit anyone after 1.30AM. But lemme just say that there is a surfeit of life inside til the bitter end! It's free-for-all and an utter free-for-all. Passionate people of all stripes unite - striking up real conversations, dancing, getting it on (and off). That is what life is all about. Never gets old!
This weekend only you'll get two selectors for the price (none) of one (also none) - as Paris Groovescooter is deputising for me whilst I wrap up the Festival in Enmore. Catch the far sharper Paris mixing up a storm from 9 til 11.30 - then a fittingly delirious and bedraggled set from myself til close. We'll deal with the ramifications when the sun comes up I guess. Nothing the sea can't fix!
Surreal soundscapes and the imaginary images they beget - offered free of charge, all week long.
Tuesday August the 20th ~
A pulsing program of mind-expanding music from 8 til 11PM at Palmer & Co. DJ Soup til close thereafter.
Wednesday August the 21st ~
A new-fangled combination of live players kicks off from 7, as Pia Andersen is joined by Mary Heart and Dan Holland for Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Thence I trigger tune generators from 10PM til 2 or 3AM.
Saturday August the 24th ~
Due to the Paddle Out and subsequent celebration of the life of Damien Lovelock up at Newport this arvo Jack Off will air under the stewardship of producer Isabel Phillips. Tune in from 3 til 5 via FBi Radio.
Afterwards you'll find me tired, emotional but hopefully elated (or at least elevated), presiding over the sonic selections at the Hotel Hollywood for another Saturday night.
Last week was bloody fantastic. Word is clearly getting around. As you'd expect at such a venerable institution the clientele are cultured, varied, demonstrative and appreciative. I love playing here. Join us for joy and community between 9 and 2 or 3.
Sunday August the 25th ~
Last lark for the week involves another sublime afternoon in the sun at the Petersham Bowling Club.
Even on almost the coldest day of winter, a fortnight ago, as snow fell in the mountains, the place was packed. It's a tonic for the soul to regularly have this rockin' role.
Drop by in the three hours from 2 to enjoy an elemental interface and let's trade this two-dimensional scene for the real thing eh?
Fulsome fractions of found sound rendered via byte-sized bits of music and meaning. Think on it.
Thursday August the 15th ~
There's a double-helping of Palmer & Co on offer this week - firstly from 10PM til 3AM tonight. Entry is absolutely free.
Friday August the 16th ~
I'll return to Palmer the very next day - spinning a midnight til 3.30AM bracket of colourful old numbers for those who refuse to surrender Sydney.
Saturday August the 17th ~
Saturday will see the last Jack Off for another fortnight (I'm not skiving, it's Damo's Paddle Out and celebration next week). Tune in to FBi between 3 and 5PM to hear Kirin J. Callinan climb the radio rafters and swing naked and unashamed.
Afterwards I'll be back at the Hotel Hollywood spinning a sublime range of audio art from 9PM til 2AM. Please join us there . There's absolutely nothing like the pub, the people, nor this kind of peerless programming around.
It's such a pleasure to play. Regulars have come up to me with 20 plus songs they've Shazamed, raving about how they've obsessed over some rarely-heard artist since last time. It's very gratifying to have the freedom to play to such curious, literate and playful folks. This is also always free!
Lives and times to find. Fingers on the pulse.
Wednesday August the 7th ~
Last night our tiny little late-night outpost of vintage eclectica Palmer & Co took out the award for Best Bar in the entire Merivale empire, for an unprecedented second year running.
If you've never experienced this timeless and spectacular subterranean haunt it's about time you did - and there is no better night of the week to do so than Wednesdays, when Swingin' at the Speakeasy fills the joint with live music and wild dance.
From 7 til 10PM you'll hear New Orleans boogaloo from The Crawfish Po' Boys, then myself on the decks til close at 3 AM, all free of charge. Be kind to the staff - they will all be exceptionally hungover!
Saturday August the 10th ~
Come Saturday we've spectacular musical offerings day and night. First Jack Off hosts the redoubtable Emma Russack prior to her album launch at Golden Age that evening. Tune in from 3 til 5 to hear her live.
Last week's program ended up being an extremely emotional experience as I found out only a few hours before going to air that my dear friend Damien Lovelock - a man who did more for my mental and physical health than any other since we met (ironically due to his being a fan of my radio show) 7 years ago - had died that morning.
I had known for a long time that Damo was terminally ill but just a few weeks ago he was still teaching yoga (and taking time afterwards to help me with my crook back). I left for Splendour and simply didn't get to see him thereafter. I'd texted with offers of help and company - and to check he was home and not in hospital, (which was, at least, affirmed with gratitude). I was driven to call him last Friday afternoon but the phone rang out. I didn't know that he was already slipping into a semi-conscious state and I'll never know whether he ever heard the message I left telling him I loved him.
So a planned program in tribute to Doris Goddard of the Hotel Hollywood became a very raw tribute to Damien too - and the texts from listeners were coming thick and fast. It is such a dire duty to pass on grievous news about the loss of loved ones - but at least we know how to celebrate their character and nature: with honesty and music.
If you knew and cared for either of these great Sydney icons of independence and ethics you may want to listen back to the program here. I strongly urge every one of you, whether you knew Damo or not, to read this faithfully brilliant obituary written by our wonderful mutual mate Steve Cannane. You will be grateful for the experience I promise. It may even make you a better person.
Soon after the program I'll have set up for my second-ever Saturday residency at the aforementioned Hotel Hollywood, freshly adorned as it is by yellow roses (from the romantic, hilarious and true-to-form funeral that celebrated Doris yesterday), not to mention handcrafted balloons left by homeless folks from up the way (who remember her kindness back in the day).
All of these experiences make me determined to aim infinitely up - to honour those I esteem via my own efforts and deeds. Please join us for free between 9PM and 2AM so that we might raise a glass and have a dance. It means the world.
Sunday August the 11th ~
Lastly, on Sunday, we can reconvene on a chilly but bright arvo for some songs out in the sunshine at the Petersham Bowling Club.
Bands inside begin around 6 but you can catch me out by the greens for free from 2 til 5, heart beating, eyes aloft.
Icons & images that will lead you to life and love.
Wednesday July the 31st ~
The Aston Martinis play several sets deep beneath the CBD for Swingin' at the Speakeasy from 7 til 10, then I take it til the end. All is free.
Saturday August the 3rd ~
Like countless others I've been devastated to hear this week that Doris Goddard, the mischievous matriarch of our fabled and adored community institution the Hollywood Hotel, has departed this mortal coil.
The witty and whip-smart larrikin culture she engendered and encouraged in Sydney is so rarely witnessed in this era - yet Doris was indefatigable in fostering creativity, compassion and independence in our midst.
Recently I've been so honoured and eager to begin a new weekly residency at her illustrious pub from this very Saturday. I will likely be but one of a million marvellous souls offering art and energy in Doris' name now, such was her iconic status amongst a huge swathe of our most ardent artists - all of whom will fairly wish to raise a toast.
We're getting the ball rolling from the afternoon on: featuring one of the hotel's most regular performers Christa Hughes, reminiscing about the sheer passion and gall of this pioneering actress, musician and publican (and also covering one of Doris' most timely tunes The Wowsers) on Jack Off, between 3 and 5PM on FBi Radio.
Afterwards please join us (and half of Sydney's best rabble-rousers I expect) at the Hollywood Hotel from 9PM til close - for an extended set dedicated to Doris and the passion, integrity and hilarity that she embodied. Christa will no-doubt reprise at least one Goddard number live - and frankly bloody anything could happen and probably will. Let's slay Slurry anew with sheer spirit and bonhomie then bear our jubilant defiance ever onward. Free for all!
Sunday August the 4th ~
Come Sunday we will wind down from that monumental affair by stepping sideways to Cottonmouth Records in Enmore, for another extended evening of fresh musical breadth.
Last time I played here I genuinely hit it off with DJ Albo - who'd been having the time of his life selecting vinyl all arvo - and his equally wax-addicted mate Tony Burke (whose wife now only permits him to shop on Record Store Day).
Cottonmouth has become another invaluable outpost of inclusion and curiosity for me already - so I've decided to share my set with a friend of myriad talents who I feel deserves to be heard more often.
Head along from 7PM to witness the immaculate record collection of Autralia's premiere stencil artist - being spun under the guise of DJ Boo Boo Muck.
By around 8 I will be along to contrast the shabby quality of my old op-shop fare via some track-for-track exchanges, thence you'll be stuck with old Shitty here til the stroke of midnight. As with all our endeavours this week, entry is entirely free!
This is a rapidly-written residue of human refuse due to having just emerged from the gargantuan task of playing Splendour every day - and thence taking the afterparty til dawn for the first time ever.
There are many loose ends this week - and I'm one!
Wednesday July the 24th ~
Swingin' at the Speakeasy will unfold in a slightly smaller setting than the sublime stage pictured above - lighting up Palmer and Co with music and movement from 7PM as Mary Heart seizes the stage.
My one engagement in Sydney this week follows - a substantive five-hour set of timeless tuneage til close at around 3AM. Entry is always free.
Saturday July the 27th ~
Jack Off will go to air without me again this week - as I'll be winging my way back up to Federal to play Laura's Wild West 40th.
We're actually not exactly sure who will be hosting just yet as my venerable producer Isabel, who was to, is still battling to be wholly rid of the damn pneumonia that laid her up in hospital recently. We are all sending the healing powers her way!
Whoever steps in to the studio will have their work cut out to match the entire program of space fare that Eddy aired last week (she hooked me from the outset by kicking off with Coil). Listen here.
Before I bail on y'all for another week I'd like to thanks Jess, Sam, Matt and Jo for the enduring faith they show in entrusting the Gold Bar and afterparty to me at Splendour each year.
I deeply missed my usual co-pilot Mario Speedwagon but Goldfoot did a sterling job in his stead (that's his shot of said afterparty in the Shack above).
Of course Colonel Waylon P. Flawstain held it down for three nights strong prior - with the assistance of my cosmic company of cuzzins. It is very kind of those rabid hillbillies to tolerate a bushwhacked commuter from both sides of the tracks in their midst each year.
Gotta also give a shout out to Blobby Ruck for the shots that top-and-tail this edition (not to mention the many more we can't show here). He's a champ who went above and beyond as others fell by the wayside - and the best mate a fella could ask for.
Thanks for sticking with me throughout this outta-town interlude dear readers. (Ab)normal transmission will resume next week.
You can always peruse all the events coming our way in future via the side-bar to the left but I rarely mention it - however I will say right now that, amongst the dearth of compelling community fare in Sydney at present, I am utterly stoked to be starting a free six-week all-night residency at the iconic Hollywood Hotel from next Saturday.
Please try and keep some of that night free to get along for a beer and a boogie so that we can move towards the light and summer right!
A high-frequency loop of exquisite anticipation as my mid-winter suspension of standard programming unfolds again, just as the beautiful wattle blooms.
Wednesday July the 17th ~
One Sydney gig only this week (and next) - at the late, lush and free Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Miss Pia doubles up on the decks and stage from 7 til 10PM, then I spin til around 3AM. Bunnies welcome.
Friday July the 19th ~
Fancy fish following others upstream for the sold out Splendour In The Grass this year will have multiple chances to catch beguiling brackets of audio in the open air at the Gold Bar.
Access is confined to VIPs with the right laminates and wristbands - but if you are lucky enough to have both a ticket and said accreditation you'll hear either myself of Goldfoot (stepping in for the internationally touring Mario Speedwagon for this year only) between every main (Amphitheatre) stage set. On this opening evening I have the night shift, from around sundown through til 2 in the morning.
Saturday July the 20th ~
Back in Sydney Jack Off will broadcast under the stewardship of Eddy Diamond between 3 and 5PM - and I'll call in live with a rambling report on the wildlife manifesting around me in Yelgun, amidst my day of sunlit interstitial sets at the Gold Bar.
Sunday July the 21st ~
Sunday evening at Splendour is beyond imagining. After another six hours playing pristine sounds around the fire in the Gold Bar from sunset on I've again got the sublime honour of presiding over the best afterparty at any festival the world over.
This takes place in the mythical Tackle Shack - a secret lakeside beyond-the-boundary venue that serves as the home to my fambly of cuzzins for the duration each year.
After our wanton and wonderful shack daddy Waylon P. Flawstain III concludes his third evening of dirty and depraved hits from the deep, dark past I'll step up (with the eventual and invaluable assistance of my Gold Bar co-pilot Goldfoot) to unleash the most boisterous bacchanalia you will ever witness.
Move mountains to be there. Only the strong make it. You will know.
My reward (beyond the indelible scenes one can only witness from behind those decks each year) will be spending Monday morning with the White Herons in sweet silence, beyond birdsong. The mist over the water, the now-golden dew. Amongst this pristine peace and solitude everything lifts and trembles - heralding spring, our chance to breathe anew.
Self-sustaining explosions of fab and florid audio to keep you warm and wonderful from the inside out.
Tuesday July the 9th ~
Disintegrating layers of music and majesty knit anew in the alchemical dungeon of Palmer & Co as an epic free set unfolds from 9PM til close at 2 or 3 AM.
Friday July the 12th ~
This sporting life requires absolute discipline and rigorous training, explicitly evinced today by my early morning commute to Redfern so as to commentate on matters Rugby League via FBi Radio's fabled Fire Up program. Join Stephen Ferris, Kris Gale and myself from 9.20AM as we dissect Origin overkill and the renewal of Newcastle. Paraphrased newsprint and concussive levels of coffee are par for the coarse!
I'm ashamed to say that by nightfall my principled objections to ANY OTHER CODE will have been exposed as mere hot air, as I've belatedly accepted an invitation to the launch of the charity Aussie Rules annual Community Cup at Cottonmouth Records.
More specifically, I have been conscripted by the media-based Sydney Sailors to battle the muso-based Walers (can't spell, or don't want to - bit of baggage with that term hey) on the wheels of steel.
My opponent ain't just just any old mammal-killing hobbyist masquerading as a proper selector mind you - I'm up against the once-venerable Leader of the Opposition, DJ Albo, a man who was unable to dredge up a creative performance of any kind when he appeared on my program to pledge cash-if-we-win, instead leaving Tanya Plibersek to heroically carry the can for our obligatory format through her charming recitation a favourite childhood poem. Though I guess you could argue Albo's reliance on other people's work makes him the perfect DJ.
Either way he's playing for the wrong damn team tonight and is consequently gonna get creamed. See the whole sorry tabloid fiasco play out live from 6 til 9 for free - and donate generously!
Saturday July the 13th ~
It's too early to say with any certainty what might be happening on Jack Off this week - but we have an invite extant to the arch and erudite Robert Forster. Time will tell if we swing that visit at long last. Listen in between 3 and 5PM for a smokin' show of saucy songs and stories regardless.