Dancing lights skim the surface of terrible tides.
Wednesday April the 28th ~
Swingin' at the Speakeasy exists deep beneath the city streets, inches above what was the key watercourse for the nascent colony imposed here. The ghosts of the past are present when I play. Listen from 11PM til the witching hour and you'll see.
Saturday May the 1st ~
Jack Off floats endlessly above the Pacific. Last week visitors from overseas serenaded us. This week it's all a mystery. Ends at 5. Starts at 3. Support Sydney, us or even just me. Stay wild. Stay weird.