The Long Run – A Redgum-inspired Kick Start To 7 O’Clock On A Monday Morn by Bill Quinn of Overheard Productions

John Schumann and the Vagabond Crew - the artists some of whom were formally and formerly known as Redgum
John Schumann and the Vagabond Crew – the artists some of whom were formally and formerly known as Redgum

[This is an early and first draft. I’m dropping it in here in case Zuckerberg decides in his infinite wisdom to 8636 as in kill my post. It has happened before.]

Friends have been a bit thin on the ground and hard to come by since I returned to my ancestral home country of Ngunnawal/Ngambri in the Australian Capital Territory.

(That’s in Australia. Head south from Nouvelle Caledonie, go past Norfolk Island, and hang a right. If you hit Queenstown in Aotearoa you’ve really overshot the mark. Best to ask a right whale, or a left porpoise, for directions when you going through the Coral Sea.)

I’m not mob, not privileged to call myself a traditional custodian. I acknowledge elders past, present, future, and emerging, but I am not authorised to welcome anyone to country. And if you’re the type who whinges, whines, moans, gripes, and belly-aches, “Awww, geez I’m fargin’ sicka bean well cummed to me own cuntree!” then Barry, Persephone, Gwenevieve, and Nigel – I invite you to go and do your own research, because my god, you lot do like to bang on about how you do your own research (mostly while you’re camped on the porcelain, dropping a Hanson and Murdoch off at the pool).

But go do some research on what Welcome To Country in the current era means. I’ll leave that one there. Cf. next post on Overheard Productions for a possible starting point. Invitation only. You’re allegedly an adult. Feel free to slosh about in the shallow end of ignorance and blind stupidity if you prefer.

No, I’m a gubba and a boat person. The Quinns sailed into Terra Australis in 1840. Australia wasn’t officially a thing until 1901, and we whiteys who allegedly “grew here” were British subjects until somewhere around 1948. Which is partly why I find white power racists and Hanson/RWFW LNP flag-wavers feckin’ hilarious – and I can, will, and do laugh in their faces.)

Anyway, I’m tossing around ideas to haul in the anchor and set sail again in the next not too distant. Much like 2024 when I was allegedly resident on Kaurna country in Tarntanya on the Adelaide plains, home of the red kangaroo dreaming, well to quote a song I recently sung with the lovely, adorable, joyful Mixtape Chorus by the band Cake (band):

You’re never, ever, ever, ever there.

Which in some sort of coincidental or ironic twist (I’ll work out which, throw your two cents if you wanna) is why I started losing friends hand over first when I was resident here from 1966 to 2013, with time off for good behaviour in 1978-79 (being Billy Bunter in Herefordshire, England), bad behaviour in 1998 (pretending I could possibly physically live in Sydney and commute to a global IT company consultant job with a wife and two kids – #SpoilerAlert: I failed at both), and various sorties to SE Asia, Europe, the Middle East, USA, PNG and such along the way.

Q: Where’s Bill? Isn’t he coming to the thing?

A: Ferk Nose! Woodford or Gundagai or Slacky Flat or Kikatinalong or Flemington Rd, Mitchell (EPIC) or Whoop Whoop… Hoo No’s? We’ve stopped inviting him!

See? Master of my own disaster. Nobody’s fault but mine. Whack that last sentence plus: RAPT into your YouTube search bar. That’s one of my theme songs.

Wrap it up, Fireball; we’re burning daylight.

Yeah, back to where it all began for, in some respects eight months, in others 16 months. I’m surprised and saddened I’ve failed to connect or reconnect with so many, but as always, I look in the mirror to sort out why. I’m a communications specialist and practitioner.

But as I told Namba Wan Sun and second heir to the WFJ Quinn family hundreds (plus a tatty music collection and about 60 t-shirts):

Some master plumbers have leaky taps. Brilliant mechanics have shitbox cars. And physical security specialists are having their gaffes knocked over while they’re down the pub with their mates because a) they talk to loud, and b) they like routines and predictability.

(Predictability and having a routine is the natural enemy of not having your mansion ransacked. Don’t take my word for it; it’s pretty well-documented.)

So much for another short post.

I’m scoping out the next move. And unlike last July when I said, fuck it, Awabakal country looks ok and lobbed into Newy for a week to scout properties and decided four days later, yeah nah! (I saw out the week. Stayed in the wrong part. Decided to trust my gut at the time. Serving suggestion: if you’re a real estate agent, best not to a) tell the eager young renter who’s just walked in to piss off and search the online app, and b) in your printed material, spell ‘accommodation’ with one ‘c’.

I am not making that up. Not a deal breaker, but the last of a fistful of straws in just four days minus a few hours.

This time, baby, I’ll be bullet-proof. Big-ups to two amazing young serving types down at Canberra Southern Cross Club in Jamo who sang that song with me, glory, Sunday before last as I was having a nightcap after dinner after a restorative and unexpected near collapse and some quality time with St John Ambulance ACT and ACT Government Health and Community Services at North Canberra Hospital.

So much to say about the health people. I just need to find a big chunk of time to craft the sincere, grateful, loving words of appreciation for every single individual involved in that episode from 12.30pm to 17:35h Sunday 24 June (5hr05m total) from the bistro of Mercure Canberra to ambulance to triage to short stay A&E/ED to tap-dancing out the front doors. (Not making that up; I may request the CCTV of my doing that, and of the sashay away/do my little dance on the catwalk I did to prove I could walk again while my bloodwork was coming back from the lab.

Sounds like a weird-arse script on the cutting room floor of a TV production house. Nuh. That happened.

AND as mentioned in dispatches previously, E. the ambulance driver joined me in a duet of Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd, and poor old R. the senior paramedic and at that stage my primary caregiver wondered what fever dream she was witnessing but soon was cheering on her colleague who is welcome any time down at Gorman House Arts Centre on a Thursday evening 7.30-9pm for pop songs and cake.

Yes, we had cake after Cake. It’s an assortment every week. I usually bring Anzac biscuits, Macadamia biscuits, Dutch or Mexican Almond chip cookies/keuken. Bring your own mug if you wanna cuppa before we do a full run of the song. Last week it was Teardrop by Massive Attack.

Dunno what’s on the menu for this Thursday. Whatever the lovely Isabelle and Dan plus musical guests whip up under the direction of Alice and the song selection cadre, it’s always (wow, I am using one of my swear words!) it’s always been fab in my eight-ish months of mucking in with the BOMs (mix of basses and tenors, and yes, we have one or three of the singeresses join us if that’s in their range).

Click on the link, don’t let fear hold you back, all are welcome. Web page sets it all out beautifully – drop them an email with any specific questions.

Now. What did I come in here for? It’s nine fifteen ay ehm on Monday 1 June 2026 – hallo winter! Sixteen degrees outside, up to a top of twenty one around two pee ehm, winds west to south west at five kilometres an hour, humidity six tee puh scentt, barrow metric pressure is one thou’s end and six ten hector pascals and falling so it’s looking pretty settled for a while. Great day for hanging out the washing and going for a nice walk. Very low pollen count here on Turrbal Country so hay fever sufferers, fear not and breathe easy.

I’ve got one more song for you before I get out of the studio and make way for Gwenevieve Wheelbarrow to come in and take you through to midday with her Klezmer Hits Of The Balkans, Ukraine, and Sunshine Coast – I can see her now itching to get into the chair and spin in some mad arse hammered dulcimer from Latvia, Donesk Region, and Mooloolaba.

This song is a dedication to one of my old muckers from business groups and now friendship. She’s one of about three friends who has been there in 3D as we catch up for a feed, a coffee, and chats about life, the universe, and everything. Lee Corrigan, thanks for sharing with me your musical preferences. Here’s a return serve with one of mine. From the amazing live video concert collection: Mylo Xyloto – Cold Play Live 2012, this is Will Champion’s song featuring Chris, Guy, and Jonny.

Lee, old mate: it’s us against the world.

I’ll catch you next time on Overheard Radio 99.36. Bill Quinn signing off and I’ll see you when I’m looking at you.

Bye for now.

DISCLAIMER: Yes, much like many things in my life, this post needs a bloody good edit. I’ll fix it in post. I’m late for breakfast.*

Overheard Productions Has Turned 21 Years Old Today (Twenty One Long – Very Long – Years) – Tuesday 3 December 2024

Planning A Very Simple Marking Of The Very Meaningless Milestone That Is Twenty One (21) Years Of Overheard Productions

Overheard Productions Is Turning 21 Years Old (Twenty One Long – Very Long – Years)

At various intervals, I’ve planned launches and re-launches and meaningless milestones for Overheard Productions.

None of them have really worked, which is more of a reflection of either the effort or forethought that have gone in to each event.

21 Years seemed like a good way to mark not only a milestone, but also a seismic shift I’m planning from 2025 onwards.

And Canberra seemed like a good place because our major 1000 Voice singing event for the end of the first week of December (plus three weeks of rehearsals) got moved to 29 March 2025.

But folks, I’m exhausted. Spent. Pretty much out on my feet. Having been through the mill for the past few months, the last few days in Adelaide (Tuesday night to Saturday sparrow fart) nearly finished me right off.

So I have rebadged it: BFD MMS Day: Big [Ducking] Deal Meaningless Mile Stone Day.

I *will* be at Old Canberra Inn from 6pm to 9pm-ish on Tuesday 3 December 2024, only without the cake, streamers, merch, and party poppers. Nor the musicians. BUT I do have a table booked for trivia, so let me know if you want to join the team. Otherwise I shop my big brain services around to other teams with spare seats.

I’ll be sat in that regular spot near the big TVs and the piano with a copy of The Canberra Times and lots of sport and maybe some cheesy music on the tannoy. <== That was when the meetup was to be at Dickson Tradies.

Apart from that, I will be updating this article with a stack of touristy things I’m doing between now (Sunday 11am; you might have just heard me mentioned in dispatches on 666 ABC Canberra making plans to be a tourist in my own town all week).

My accommodation booking comes with it a stack of discounts to stuff I’ve either never done before OR adore and want to go back and do again.

If you’re around and available, I’ll see you if I’m looking at you.


Bill Quinn aka Bill The Gypsy
Staying near the Old Homesteads in Downer, ACT
Sunday 1 December 2024, 1120h AEDT

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From The Vault – The Woodford Files 2014-2015: Brass Knuckle Brass Band, December 2014

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Image courtesy of Brass Knuckle Brass Band

The Brass Knuckle Brass Band is the sister band of Moochers Inc who appeared on The Woodford Files last week.

If you stopped, looked slightly up and right, and mused, “Sister act? But dude, they’re all dudes!” then score five points for Gryfindor.

Coming out of Canberra faster than the Federal Highway or a politician with a dog-eared credit card, BKBB will explode everything you ever thought about brass bands, unless those thoughts are sexy, fun, dance, sweaty and more sexy.

Yes, brass is definitely the new black and if you knew sousaphone like I knew sousaphone, oh oh, oh I’m getting too old for this site because that gag was told me to by the midwife. At my birth.

Herewith, Cameron Smith, band-leader extraordinaire.

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*** Audio file will be deleted by end of March 2020 ***

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Image courtesy of the Brass Knuckle Brass Band

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Fred Smith Launches ‘Dust of Uruzgan’ Book, October 2016

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Image courtesy of Fred Smith

The first lesson of communication is that everyone digests information in different ways, and the savvy communicator has their content in multiple formats for multiple audiences.

Fred Smith certainly has a few bases covered with his ‘Dust of Uruzgan‘ project.

“It started as a war then turned into an album and then into a theatre show then into a musical and now into a book. It’s a pretty straightforward sort of setup, really.”

Fred Smith spoke just before his Brisbane book launch and a house concert in Maleny.

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There is an award in a supporting role for Fred’s daughter Olympia, but we cut out and saved some of the higher high C notes she regaled us with for the extended 12″ remix of the audio file that originally appeared in this article.

Fred next takes the book on the road to Melbourne, Victorian regional centres, Canberra, Sydney, then back to Queensland for some regional appearances.

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Karen Green Artist (Canberra) talks about art, social justice, and Grey Woman Matters, October 2016

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Grey Matters Woman exhibition, 2014. Image reprinted by kind permission of Karen Green.

Audio of interview with Karen Green Artist also of Grey Matters Woman.

Karen Green talks with Bill Quinn of Overheard Productions about art, entering the Archibald Prize 2016, and expressing her passion for social justice through art and Twitter.

Karen Green first came to our attention via her art on display at the Tuggeranong Arts Centre.

Karen came into the studio with fellow artist Gosia Orzechowska one morning for a chat, and Overheard Productions has been interested in her works ever since.

*** Audio file will be removed by the end of March 2020 ***

*** Audio file will be removed by the end of March 2020 ***

In more recent times, Karen Green has been very active on Twitter, sharing thoughts, links and events about social justice. It was this interest that led to a chain of events that saw her enter a portrait of Kon Karapanagiotidis of the Melbourne-based Asylum Seekers Resource Centre in the 2016 Archibald Prize.

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Kon Karapanagiotidis by Karen Green.
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The BordererS: To Canberra Polish White Eagle Club and beyond, September 2015

The BordererS Live
The BordererS Live

The BordererS from Adelaide have forged a reputation for frenetic, energetic live performances, built on the back of relentless touring.

September and October sees no let up, as having only recently returned from a very special performance at the Sydney Opera House (for the Sydney LifeForce Memorial Service on Suicide Prevention Day), the next few weeks has the band bouncing in and out of NSW, Victoria, then back to NSW for the Kangaroo Valley Folk Festival.

First cab off the rank is a performance in Canberra at the revitalised Polish White Eagle Club. This venue has long been a favourite of Canberra music aficionados, helped by the fact that the club has been for many years completely pokie-free. (A phrase to gladden the heart of many fine musicians — especially acousticos.)

The BordererS have been slowly building a loyal following of Canberra fans with repeat appearances at the National Multicultural Festival, and some memorable gigs at King O’Malley’s Irish bar among others.

A BordererS favourite review from National Multicultural Festival 2015
A BordererS favourite review from National Multicultural Festival 2015

They’ve also chalked up five appearances at the National Folk Festival and are always keen to return for more of the same. “The late night sessions at the National (when the festival shuts down for the night) with all of the top performers and the public all seated and singing together have been some of the most memorable nights in the band’s career,” Jim Paterson says. Continue reading

The Woodford Files 2014-2015: Trouble In The Kitchen (Sarah Island), December 2014

Trouble In The Kitchen at the Concert Stage
Trouble In The Kitchen at the Concert Stage

Youtube has a simple facility where at the push of a button, your shaky video is stabilised and appears much more professionally-recorded than you could manage when you were adding some extra jigginess via mundane bodily functions such as breathing or sneezing.

Or as I was here, weeping uncontrollably.

Let’s go back a few years.

At probably my first Woodford Folk Festival, I got a treasured copy of the then very new ‘The Next Turn‘ album by Trouble in the Kitchen. As I set off down the D’Aguilar Highway on 3 January, processing eight days’ worth of festy wonderfullness, I was in an emotional, impressionable state, making listening to the 14 tracks all the more powerful.

(Some of my most treasured and loved folk albums have seared straight into the deepest levels of my cerebrum by dint of being absorbed in post-festival drives.)

However, my attention must have wandered on Track Five as I didn’t pick up all the lyrics nor their significance. I acquired and adopted a handful of mondegreens, and ran with those for many months until one day I sat with a stack of 20-25 Woodford-collected/purchased CDs and…

I read the liner notes.

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The Woodford Files 2014-2015: Moochers Inc., December 2014

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc.

For the next eight days and then some, I’ll be filing stories about the Woodford Folk Festival in south east Queensland.
Follow the stories and adventures here.

Bill Quinn, December 2014
Either Kingsgrove NSW or Woodford Qld

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OK, some sort of spanner flew into the works here, because on checking back to this article on Thursday 6 February 2020, the above three lines are all that’s showing and there are no pictures. Some sort of poltergeist is in play.

So, to re-create from memory. Prior to attending the 2014-2015 Woodford Folk Festival, I got in touch with a stack of bands and did short interviews over the phone. I followed that up with a few face-to-face chats at the event, plus a few more general posts about goings on and proceedings over the nine days that I was on site at Woodfordia.

I called the whole shooting match: The Woodford Files.

The first cab off the rank with the pre-fest chats was with Rafe Morris, at the time resident in Canberra and one of the driving forces behind Moochers, Inc.

For the next few weeks, you can hear the audio here:

But after the end of February 2020 it, along with dozens of other audio interview files, is being archived to my Dropbox.

It shall live on in text format. Ah… Wait…

The penny hath dropped. This was originally a Timber and Steel article. Right. That’s why this article on my website was previously devoid of my usual drivel.

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc

Here’s what I said at the time of the December 2014 post:

The wonderful Woodford Folk Festival kicks off on the Sunshine Coast hinterland in a magical kingdom called Woodfordia on Saturday 27 December 2014, and ends in a fiery extravaganza on the evening of Thursday 1 January 2015.

If you’ve not experienced Woodford before, then don’t delay. There’s still time to kennel the cat, grab your significant other, and point the wagon train north to Caboolture* and peel off left. Or south to Palmview and peel off to the right past Beerwah.

Ok, I could keep going but you’ve probably got Google Maps too, so you can keep playing at home if you like.

This is the first in a series of interviews, vignettes**, features and story-ettes that will seek to entice you off the couch and away from the Boxing Day Test to a sport far more interactive (and you can get in on the cricket action with the Woodford XI).

OR if geographically, monetarily, fiscally-responsibly***, or familyscomeoverfromSweden-ly you’re not able to, you can pull up a bean bag, grab a bag of Smith’s Chips and a Passiona and tune in for a Christmas and New Year of music, song, dance, spoken word, art, community, and probably a shipload of rain and mud OR stinking heat and 40+ degree external saunas.

Me, I personally take Woodfordia in all its many-splendoured glories. If life sends you a baking sidewalk, cook eggs and bacon. (I was never into lemons or lemonade.)

First cab off the rank is a wonderfully fun, fast and very toight outfit from Canberra called Moochers Inc. As Rafe Morris says in the interview, they’re a band for dancing, singing and drinking with — during the show, and before and after if the mood takes you and them.

Warning: jazz students sitting in the first row trying to follow the complex chord progressions, you may have your view impeded by writhing, sweaty, beautiful young dancing bodies. Which can’t be a bad thing. I’d jump right in, if I were you.

I probably will.

I do carry on with some bollocks at times. I have no idea what the * or ** was supposed to signify. [Rolls eyes several times.]

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc

Here’s the text of the interview:

Bill Quinn: Coming up very shortly, the Woodford Folk Festival kicks off on the 27th of December in south-eastern Queensland at a magical place called Woodfordia. I’m speaking this afternoon on the line with Rafe Morris from Moochers Inc. Good afternoon.

Rafe Morris: Good afternoon, Bill. How’re you doing?

BQ: I’m doing fine. And your good self?

RM: Nice one. It’s pretty sunny and lovely and close to Christmas and close to Woodford, so really nothing to complain about.

BQ: Now, Rafe, when I spoke to you earlier this morning, I made a fatal error: I called your band ‘Moochers’, and you were quick to correct me and call it ‘Moochers Inc’. Tell me about the ‘Inc’; I’m fascinated.

RM: Well, I think that really the main reason for the ‘Inc’ was that ‘Moochers’ was already taken. But then, if we were to make things up, we could say that we’re a very formal group, we’re incorporated, we have a very established business structure and model, and organisational charts.

And although there are only six band members and we’re all horrible at admin, we just like to formally recognise…

BQ: Your ‘Inc’-ness!

RM: That’s right!

BQ: Because you do the jazz stuff, you could go with a bit of homonym stuff and say, “If you like the Ink Spots, you’ll love Moochers, Inc!”

RM: We could do that. We’ve never done that and we probably never will, but we could.

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc

BQ: Let’s go back a step, Rafe. Tell us a bit more about the band.

RM: There are six of us. We play fun, fast, sloppy trad jazz but people say we play it well. So that’s nice when they say that. It’s a mix of old jazz standards, maybe some that people might not be too familiar with. And a mix of originals written by myself and the trumpet player, Cameron Smith.

And we have a lot of fun. Six of us: we have the trad jazz line up with the sousaphone at the back there with the drums, the guitar, trumpet and clarinet and the trombone making a bunch of noise. And we call kinda yell and sing and jump around.

BQ: When people say that a track needs more cowbell, I always say no, no; it needs more sousaphone.

RM: Yeah, everything needs more sousaphone. I’m standing on the street right now and I can’t see a sousaphone anywhere. So that’s one thing that needs more sousaphone: this street.

BQ: Now you say you have fun, and I pick up on that because when I was on Artsound FM 92.7 FM and we’d play a lot of jazz, people would ask what I think of it. And I’d reply it’s not really my thing and I especially don’t really like trad jazz, but I’m guessing you’d make it more accessible than what I think of as trad jazz.

RM: Yeah, you know what? I think that what we’ve found is people are surprised when they see that they like us. Because it would be very easy to pigeonhole us as being a very cheesy trad jazz band that appeals to a dying population. But if you approach anything with a bit of fun, a bit of humour, and you don’t take it too seriously, then that shines through and then people enjoy it because you’re enjoying it.

We move around a lot, we joke around a lot, we drink maybe more than we should sometimes.

And people like that. We approach it with fun and irreverence, and it’s not boring.

BQ: That’s interesting because my resonance of trad jazz is going to, say, the yacht club on a Sunday afternoon and you’d get a string of standards or originals, and it starts with one verse and then 87 solos.

RM: Yeah, and those same people, they don’t look at the audience, they’re staring at the ground and they’re looking like they’d rather be asleep.

That’s not us. Our songs, we try not to drag them on for too long. We’re quick and fun, we get people up dancing and we get good reactions wherever we go, I think generally because we enjoy what we do and that’s a bit contagious.

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc

BQ: That’s excellent because I’ve only ever been to one jazz festival in my life, which we won’t mention which one it was MoruyaJazzFestival and what I did notice was a lot of students sitting in the front row intently watching every chord, every move, every muscle – I’m guessing those people in the front row will be dancing at your gigs.

RM: Yeah, they do that, they do that. And generally, they’re those same jazz students as well, I think. No, those festivals are interesting, and we do play a couple of jazz festivals around the south coast quite regularly. It’s a funny mix of people sitting and staring, and the audience kind of knowing that music is for dancing but for every other band they’ve been sitting and watching. So, there’s some confusion at first until they realise that dancing is ok.

BQ: Excellent. So from the south east, you’re going to be heading the wagons up to the north. You’ve been to Woodford before?

RM: Yeah, I used to play in a fun reggae/rock/ska band called Dahahoo and we went up a couple of times, and did lots of gigs on the way up and back. But I haven’t been in about six years, I think, so I’m sure it’s changed tremendously. This is the first time Moochers Inc has been up as a band, so we’re pretty excited, pretty excited.

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Image courtesy of Moochers Inc

BQ: You’d have a few little Woodford virgins there [in the band]; have you given them a briefing of what to expect, or are you just going to let them experience the wonderment when they get there?

RM: Can you believe that one of our band members had never heard of Woodford? And he’s like, “Oh guys, I don’t know…”

And we’re like: “Just shut up. Stop talking. Just say yes. Stop talking.”

BQ: Just use the Corinbank approach. Just immerse.

RM: That’s right. There’s not much you can do to explain the enormity of it, is there? It’s something you’ve got to experience. You can only say: “It’s gi-normous and awesome!” so many times before those words kind of lose their meaning.

We’ll let them figure it out for themselves.

BQ: Yeah, just three words you need to let them know: hydrate, hydrate, and… what’s the other one? Hydrate.

RM: Ah, I thought the other one was ‘Clown Poo’. Wasn’t that the alcoholic slushies with all the funny colours?

BQ: I’ve not experienced that one!

RM: Aw, it’s good. I hope they’ve still got that.

BQ: Sounds like far too much fun, Rafe.

Looking forward to seeing you up there myself and have a happy Woodford.

RM: Thank you. I should probably say that we’re coming with our newly-launched EP. Maybe six tracks on it; they’re all originals. We’ll be selling them for about ten or twelve dollars. It’s called Standing In Front Of A House.

And you can tell it’s our CD because it’s got a picture of us standing in front of a house.

And we would encourage people to buy that because we’ve got so many CDs and it’s a dying technology, so we need to sell them before CD players become non-existent.

BQ: There’s that, and as I always say, it’s an ecologically responsible thing they’re doing by buying your CDs because it means that your carbon footprint is reduced on your return journey – and that’s very important now that we don’t have a carbon tax anymore.

RM: That’s right. What is it? Positive action or direct action.

BQ: Rafe, thanks so much for talking with us this afternoon for Timber and Steel and various other publications, and we’ll see you at Woodford.

RM: Cool. Thanks, Bill.

 

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The wonderful Woodford Folk Festival kicks off on the Sunshine Coast hinterland in a magical kingdom called Woodfordia on Saturday 27 December 2014, and ends in a fiery extravaganza on the evening of Thursday 1 January 2015.

If you’ve not experienced Woodford before, then don’t delay. There’s still time to kennel the cat, grab your significant other, and point the wagon train north to Caboolture* and peel off left. Or south to Palmview and peel off to the right past Beerwah.

Ok, I could keep going but you’ve probably got Google Maps too, so you can keep playing at home if you like.

This is the first in a series of interviews, vignettes**, features and story-ettes that will seek to entice you off the couch and away from the Boxing Day Test to a sport far more interactive (and you can get in on the cricket action with…

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Owen Campbell on ‘The Pilgrim’ Tour, May 2014

Owen Campbell to play The Abbey, Canberra on Friday 2 May
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Owen Campbell to play The Abbey, Canberra on Friday 2 May 2014

Australian blues man Owen Campbell has been busy promoting his latest album ‘The Pilgrim’ and will be taking the show back to his old stomping ground of Canberra atThe Abbey on Friday 2 May 2014 to kick off his ‘Remember to Breathe’ Tour.

Show only tickets are available for just $20 or dinner and show is $65. Booking fees apply to both and the details are available at The Abbey.

Owen took some time out to talk with Bill Quinn who was cooling his heels at Central Railway Station – the foyer of the Sydney Gaelic Club proved to provide the best acoustics.

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Bill Quinn: I’m stood above Central Station where the tunnel is a hive of activity for buskers, and that’s very appropriate as we’re talking with Owen Campbell. Owen, how’re you going?

Owen Campbell: Good thanks, mate.

BQ: Owen, tell us what’s up in the world of Owen Campbell at the moment.

OC: Just a lot of work, a lot of touring. I’ve just started a national Australia tour that started at Deni[liquin] Blues and Roots FestivalDeni[liquin] Blues and Roots Festival last week and’s going all the way up to the Blues On BroadbeachBlues On Broadbeach Festival at the end of May. So that’s about six weeks, and then I’m driving back to Sydney then flying out for a six week tour in the US.

So just flat out, man.

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Image by Swamp House Photography, courtesy of Owen Campbell

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Interview: Johnny Huckle (ACT)

Image courtesy of Johnny Huckle
Image courtesy of Johnny Huckle

Interview with Johnny Huckle (ACT)

I first saw Johnny Huckle playing in Woden in the late 1980s or early 1990s. My girlfriend/fiancée at the time was working at ATSIC (née Department of Aboriginal Affairs), and more than the odd Friday afternoon would have us plonked at the Aboriginal Club or the Contented Soul watching Johnny belt out a blend of covers and originals.

His rendition of ‘Do The Hucklebuck’ was always a crowd-pleaser.

Fast forward twenty years or more, and I only manage to run into Johnny at festivals. As was the case earlier this year in Illawarra where we finally made some time to gather around the MP3 recorder and have a chat.

Hopefully you can decipher most of the conversation despite the cacophony of competing sound spillage.

Johnny Huckle performing Spiritman:

Johnny jamming with Canberra music and recording legend Trev Dunham: