Nutrition for yr devices and yr body brain.


Friday January the 28th ~

Prior to the Open Air Cinema screening of The Matrix Resurrections in the Botanic Gardens you can hear a windswept aquatic set of serendipitous binary bytes to get you in the mood. 6 til 8.30PM.
Cinephobes might prefer to join me immediately afterwards down in The Rocks at the Best Bar in Australasia - Maybe Sammy where, staffing allowing, I intend to go head-to-head with co-owner and shit-stirrer Stefano Catino on the decks. There's a chance of some semblance of class earlier but later is looking like wall-to-wall Richard Cheese and My Dick frankly. Naturally entry is utterly free.


Saturday January the 29th ~

Saturday sees the only Jack Off under my auspices for the next fortnight sally forth on the streams and airwaves between 3 and 5PM on FBi Radio.

Afterwards I'll be spinning swirls of sound from the front bar of The Paddington to all spaces above and beyond. That's free for all from 8 til midnight.

Draining the dregs of COVID during another La Niña.


Wednesday January the 19th ~

Set out for far horizons as Swingin' at the Speakeasy rides a sheep out back for a free all-DJ edition. Pia on deck/s from 7, myself from 10.


Friday January the 21st ~

Rotate yr face as a five-hour-long song cycle unfolds gratis at the Allawah Hotel from 7PM.


Saturday January the 22nd ~

After the style idyll of superb stand-in Jonny Seymour recedes like a summer tide you are once again left suspiciously sniffing the Eau Du Mangrove Mud that is Monsieur Merde for Jack Off on FBi Radio between 3 and 5PM.
Afterwards I'll scrub up reel nice and ascend the golden stairs (and lift) to Dean and Nancy on 22 - shelling out free soft-shoe shuffles for the high-borne from sunset at 8 til well past midnight.

Super sucker saviours for the silly social seen.


Wednesday January the 12th ~

Swingin' at the Speakeasy pairs live music (from The Roslyns this week) with vintage deejay sets from Pia Andersen between 7 and 10, before I spin out til close at around 1 or 2AM. It's always free.


Friday January the 14th ~

Open Air Cinema has been a revelation to me. Until now I'd never witnessed it's scale and beauty. Playing there, through what must be nearly 50 speakers across a waterside site almost half a kilometre long, is a profound pleasure.

This week I've the opportunity to provide a musical entrée to the new version of Dune, which sold out at the Sydney Film Festival. If you join me from 6PM to enjoy the sunset prior to the screening I'm positive you'll understand my relishing this role.


Saturday January the 15th ~

Saturday's a strange one. Tremendously excited at the prospect of performing on the hallowed ground of the Brick Pits at Sydney Park for Heaps Gay as part of King Street Crawl, I solicited my salutary stand-in Jonny Seymour to host Jack Off in my place. Last time this handover was to happen COVID got in the way. So it is again, with the whole vast festival indefinitely postponed.

Then I was offered a gig, at the same time as my show, around the corner from the station in the Backyard at The Alex. Needing money after having all of my late December and New Years gigs cancelled I decided to work simultaneous to the show and leave it in Jonny's more than capable hands, happy that he'd have the opportunity to broadcast after a last-minute close contact isolation situation interfered a month back.

You'll be able to choose yr own adventure come 3PM: Jonny on air or me outdoors. Both will be fresh and free. If you really wanna go the whole hog come to the pub first then stream the show on-demand later!

2022: Two funny two die for. A 2020 vision. A gas.


Friday January the 7th ~

Keep yr cool despite the infernal, internal and external temperatures in the Botanic Gardens - for the new season of Open Air Cinema, kicking off with the latest James Bond flick No Time To Die. As the sun sinks I'll be spinning suitable cinematic songs between 6 and 8PM. This will sell out!
Afterwards join me from 9 til after midnight at Maybe Sammy as we exorcise the demons that have beset this summer with a full frontal attack of defiant energy, sheer sass and vaulting joy.


Saturday January the 8th ~

After cutting up New Years Day with a perverted pop pastiche of televisual field recording fragments and sonic detritus Jack Off returns to semi-regular status as a sizzling eruption of aberration and adulation between 3 and 5PM on FBi Radio.
Thereafter I will continue to rub salt in the wounds of naysayers and hope-betrayers by serving up a swish yet sweaty set of hipshakers in the sky-high paradise that is Dean and Nancy on 22. Book now and gather atop the tower as pastel hues bathe the best bar beyond Sammy, from 8 til late. Both gigs free!

Well what can I say? It's more of the same innit? Same Shit, different year.
All my work last week was cancelled after half the staff at my main residency got struck down with the virus. It's a freak fluke that I didn't. Thought I might have succumbed but it was only the simultaneous side-effects of my booster shot.

Anyway today all of next week's gigs got cancelled. Never mind that that is after Xmas and its attendant family factors (for most, but not I - Mum is intending to visit, for the first time in years, in early January). Never mind that numbers will clearly only escalate in the weeks following. So when does anything restart - and why?

I was so excited at the prospect of being able to breathe freely at work from last Wednesday, but it never happened as the place had to shut. Now, after less than a week, such notional scheduled liberties are once again reversed. It's all too late frankly.
So, like everything every one of us is currently experiencing, this fucked-up faux-finale of a newsletter is just another instance of dispiriting uncertainty and shock at the endlessly retreating horizon of hope.

That said we are here. Omicron may yet prove to be a global non-consensual inoculation that confers resistance to both vaccine-deniers & neglected impoverished populations denied equality of medicine by the privileged.
As such, should it provide immunity to this and future strains, it may see COVID taper and thus miraculously convey us to a safer future. Numbers are already in decline in South Africa, a mere matter of weeks after the strain was identified.

Did I mention uncertainty?


Saturday December the 25th ~

Cool Off by listening to Jack Off on FBi between 3 and 5PM. Apologies for the lack of program whilst I was away in the Hunter last week. Our stand-in host found themselves in RPA getting tested as a close contact at that exact time. Naturally.


Friday December the 31st ~

Murray's party on NYE is the one remaining event for me for 2021. It may yet prove a pipe-dream or mirage but I desperately wanna play music and dance.


Saturday January the 1st ~

Jack Off does not shirk the hard yards. Xmas Day and New Years Day - we are there for you. Leading the way through the dark forest to a lit plateau of possibility that might just see 2022 provide beauty and peace after all. We've Got To Try!

Well isn't this a hoot? More fear, bedlam and uncertainty just as we hoped we might yet ditch this awful epoch for a healthy life in the New Year. Viral pandemics are more determined than we credit. Still they seek the weak spots, the assumptions.

I've multiple mates infected right now. Workplaces closed as Omicron obliterates half the staff. How this progresses for people or businesses from here is anyone's guess. The scale of the challenge for our health workers alone is immense. How long can they go on like this?

Meanwhile SloMo is being characteristically absent from the emergency. It was the ABC (and Norman Swan, as ever) that instead alerted us to the fact that even double-vaxxed people who'd had the sole initially-available Astra-Zeneca vaccine in fact had 0% protection against the new strain of the virus only 15 weeks later. Only boosters restore 70%+.

This will rip through Australia as our Pfizer allocation (which at least offers 30+% protection at that interval) was belated, whilst many were still urged or compelled to get the AZ for so long.
There are just two upsides to the current situation: low hospitalisations (as yet) and the absolute certainty that the COALition will be binned by the populace at the election due by May next year. There will be no collective-amnesia coming to the rescue of these corrupt grafters in this environment.


Friday December the 17th ~

So where is (more) safe? Anywhere outside. After being a casual contact and spending two hours in a sweltering Central Coast queue for a test (that miraculously arrived back negative only 24 hours later) I'm endeavouring to avoid attending anywhere indoors where folks gather in numbers, unless it is a task intrinsic to my income.

I'm fortunate that much of my summer work just happens to be situated in the fresh Sydney air and my only gig this week is no exception. Join us between 3 and 6 to celebrate survival and at least some progress (scientific if not yet political), not to mention the birthday of my inestimably excellent partner. I'll be mixing up a joyous set of defiance, love and hope for free in the Backyard at The Alex.


Saturday December the 18th ~

Then I'm off. Only for a few days but I cannot tell you how much I need this little break. It's a karmic contra consequence of some mixes I made for the customers and community around a dear friend's Hunter Valley winery at the outset of the first lockdown - namesake cottage, surrounded by roses, that I've visited off and on for decades.
So that I can make tracks as early as possible my beautiful soulmate in sound, Jonny Seymour (of Club Kooky, Stereogamous et al) is kindly bringing his healing positivity to the FBi airwaves between 3 and 5 as the steward of Jack Off. Jettison whatever is holding you down or back, tune in - and float on.

Surfing sine language in search of sentient song.


Wednesday December the 8th ~

The Roslyns are an uncanny simulation of a live group, performing for free from 7 til 10PM during Swingin' at the Speakeasy at Palmer & Co. I follow, acknowledging my digital origins on the decks all the way til close at 2 or 3 in the morning.

Thursday December the 9th ~

Won't be no squares in site as I don the dungarees and chuck endless audio curveballs at my debut gig near my new digs on the Central Coast. I am stoked to be playing the fab and free roving queer social Thursgay, at Frederico's Bar in Gosford, at the behest of the unstoppable Glitta Supernova. Absolutely no money gets you tunes plus shows from Fox Pflueger, June Richards & Bo Gan between 6 & 10.


Saturday December the 11th ~

Jack Off remains a shaft of sunlight, piercing the canopy (and cacophony) of the radiophonic forest. We air rare tracks and impossible combinations 3 til 5.
Directly afterwards I'll ascend once more to Dean and Nancy on 22 (just named best hotel bar), lapping up the sunset whilst spinning strange and beautiful music from across the globe.
Book now and join us then.
Has to be seen to be believed!

Nothing to flee here! Just proffering a few restorative diversions whilst the world still turns.


Wednesday December the 1st ~

Start at 10PM with Swingin' at the Speakeasy. Free!


Friday December the 3rd ~

Garner courtside air and exercise (the ping pong room is now in effect also) via Backyard at The Alex from 4 til 6, thence you've the option of more gratis audio at The Allawah til midnight.


Saturday December the 4th ~

Go vote in yr local council elections then catch a viral transmission of political pop through Jack Off on FBi Radio between 3 and 5 in the arvo.

After that I'm off to reprise my role as DJ for Team Clover's election-night party. Genuine independents have stewarded Sydney in such steadfast and progressive style for so long now. Onwards and up!

As the sign says: 'Falling Rocks Do Not Stop'


Wednesday November the 24th ~

Swingin' at the Speakeasy has Queenie and The Cavaliers live from 7 til 10PM, whence I take the reins from Pia Andersen on the decks. Always free.


Friday November the 26th ~

When the weekend begins I'll seek to liquefy minds and bodies within The Paddington, spinning a front bar set glancing off the passing parade on Oxford Street also. 9PM til midnight. No charge.


Saturday November the 27th ~

After Jack Off airs it's dirty laundry on the FBi Radio clothesline from 3 til 5 it will be time for me to scrub up and transform into a well-presented gentleman. Thence I'll ascend to the top of the A by Adina tower in the city for my debut set at the stunning sky-high cocktail bar Dean and Nancy on 22.

Whether yr dining in the sumptuous restaurant or drinking in one of the booths you'll hear a diverse range of timeless tunes emerging from my decks upon the grand piano. Entry is free but booking vital. Do it now and skip the queue. 9PM til 12.30AM.


Sunday November the 28th ~

We'll wrap up this busy week of metaphysical music by rejoining the natural realm outside in the court-side courtyard of Backyard at The Alex. Join me free during the golden hours of 3-6. Bring the kids, the hounds, yr best mates/lovers and a healthy appetite.

Gaze upon pixels in the service of sound.


Wednesday November the 17th ~

Swingin' at the Speakeasy hovers forever, ensconced in a secret sandstone cellar by the buried remnants of the Tank Stream.
Tonight, for the first time in a nigh on a decade of work down below, I will discover what lies upstairs in the Hotel. Staying so close will no doubt see me sideways. Computer says fun! Add yr mess to the mix. 10PM til around 2AM. Admission is without charge.


Friday November the 19th ~

The Allawah was likely built to cover another portal of dimensional decay.
Ostensibly I'm there to play entertaining songs at the start of the weekend. Could there be a more auspicious agenda achieved?

See/hear for yrself. Free entry. 7 til midnight.


Saturday November the 20th ~

Jack Off utilises the latest technology, pairing it with Actual Intelligence to transmit a signal that simultaneously services both our cosmic overlords and mere mortals here on Earth. 3 til 5PM. Forever.