STAR SHIPS AND HEART BITS
Only taking a moment of this precious lull in the churn of info and obligation. Please forgive me for interrupting at all. Wherever you are and wherever yr heading I wish you peace, safety and progress.
Friday December the 27th ~
New beginnings as the old year ends. Playing my dear old mate Pasan's relatively new space - Jacoby's Tiki Bar - just a few blocks from his best-known venture, Earl's Juke Joint.
Jacoby's just scored a 2AM licence so DJs are at last on the cards - and the roster is as solid as it gets. Tonight will be my first outing there.
You can expect a wild span of sound and vision as we try all sorts of styles on for size. 9PM til midnight. Entry is absolutely free!
Saturday December the 28th ~
Jack Off extends itself obscenely this Saturday, absorbing the entire Purple Sneakers timeslot as that mob take a break. Hear uninterrupted selections from the outer edges of everything, sent (and meant) from the heart. 3 til 6PM on FBi Radio.
Afterwards I'll rekindle the audio adventures at Jacoby's, from 9 til at least 11.30PM. Free again.
Sunday December the 29th ~
My final gig before the decade desists is also aptly far-flung and fresh. Find me putting out all the hope and love I can muster ahead of the do-or-die 2020s at Bondi's Anchor Bar from 7 til 9 for free.
Thank you to each and every one of you for yr ardent attention as listeners, music fans, truth-tellers, colleagues and friends this year. The shit really is about to hit the fan and few are under any illusions as to the scale of the imminent impact any more.
How we conduct ourselves in relation to each other and our home planet will determine whether we and our descendants will survive, let alone thrive.
I'm not fucking around when I say we'd best ensure every decision we make from now on reflects this grave gravity. Whether or not we prevail en masse, the quality of our remaining time together will be defined by our dedication in this regard.
Yesterday I was reminded, via a heartfelt post made by selector sister Hip Hop Hoe, of this astonishing phrase by Sydney's dear-departed poet Candy Royalle.
I vaguely recalled it crowning her head in this exquisite, now-vanished, memorial artwork - behind the street party we had in front of The Hub on election night. I'll not forget again.
'Loving instead of hating living instead of waiting'
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