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.
Kon Karapanagiotidis by Karen Green. Entry in 2016 Archibald Prize. Reprinted with kind permission of Karen Green.Continue reading →
This is the audio file wrapped up in a bit of Overheard FM nonsense. The full written version will be here on Monday 17 October 2016 at midday AEST, 10pm Sunday Kentucky, US and 3am Monday UK time.
To tell the story of Harry Manx would take several lifetimes, and hopefully a progression of life-forms over those lives to tell the story, because the story is so mesmerising and complex that we would not be very present and in the moment of most of those lives and that could put the telling of the tale at risk as we would not be making gradual and continuous improvement as…
I believe the expression you’re looking for is, “Ain’t nobody got time for dat!”
Harry Manx has already begun his 2016 Australian tour which will take him from Sydney down to Victoria (where he is on stage tonight, Friday 23 September in Frankston) then around to Queensland, South Australia, Perth and up to Broome and Darwin, ending in the beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, I-may-be-a-little-hereditarily-biased New South Wales locales of Katoomba.
Ah, Katoomba. If there’s a more intimate, special venue than Clarendon Guest House, I want it stuffed, mounted, and hung above my fireplace – or I at least want an invite to your venue that can safely kick the Clarendon into a cocked hat. Or any poultry millinery for that matter.
So it’s a very eclectic path Harry treads, and look, I’d draw you a picture if I had a free hand, but imagine a much-twisted paper clip that’s been sitting on your desk all day on a slow Friday when you’ve been watching the clock since 9:36am – now you’re in the ballpark.
OR picture a moose that somehow wandered into your yard, found your sippin’ liquor in the shed, and is now making a bedraggled, loquacious and somewhat winding stagger back to the forest by a circuitous route, two-thirds of it sideways. You got it! Continue reading →
I’ve said it before and will keep saying it: you just cannot make this shit up!
Three days after the Friday night police incident where a whole passenger train was detained for ten minutes while members of the QPS swarmed around the Lota station, and after many phone calls, I’m still in the dark.
I’ll give you the Wednesday updates later, but for now, here is where Ankerss Ahrr-Whey tracks down a neighbour of mine to find out what the heck is going on.
Garry briefs us for a short while until his meal starts to go cold and his accent ships off from north England to…. we’re not quite sure where.
And for those of you who saw the teaser, you know want some more of this:
(A little tip for amateur video-ers, Youtubers: if you’re recording a live performance, be sure to include even just a little of the applause at the end. Otherwise, it’s a bit like a door slamming shut in your face when you stop talking with a friend. I was going to go with a butt cheeks analogy; aren’t you glad I didn’t?)
And now that we’ve gone there, let’s go here. Muggins is there, front and centre at about 0:10. A time of my life when song just took me somewhere I’d never been before.
Matt Barker hails from Southend in Essex UK, which is a shame since most of the taxis won’t go further than Basildon.
That gag was an entry in the Morris Men-tal Institute Joke Competition of August 1936 and told repeatedly until a cease and desist order from the Greater London Department of Public Transport and Sun Beds in February 1937.
Where were we? Talking about Matt Barker and his two fabulous radio shows.
The Matt Barker Radio Show is two hours of finely organised chaos, going out to the world on Fridays at 6pm UK time, available on podcast from Mixcloud.
While the Deuce Radio Show is a tight little package (careful!) of the best new independent music to tumble onto Matt’s desk.
In this interview, Matt talks with Bill Quinn of Overheard Productions about the mechanics and motivations behind these shows, plus his future plans for well-funded world domination.
If you’ve got a favourite radio show that you believe deserves more earholes wrapped around its fruity, global goodness, drop Overheard Productions a line at email@example.com or leave a comment on this article.
Yours in great independent music
Brisbane, Australia – this week, unless the police catch up with me again…
Based in Lexington, Kentucky and the brain child of Michael Johnathon, singer-songwriter and 36 other titles, it’s spreading its tendrils across the USA and the world.
I’ll not steal any WFPA thunder by block copying and pasting here – yet, but please follow the links, and your rewards shall be many and bountiful.
The Cliff Notes, as MJ would say: it’s a cheap-as-chips member association which opens everyone up to a world of information, resources and networking, and opens its arms and invites the world of art and artists in to share, share, share. Stop, collaborate and listen!
On Friday 23 and Saturday 24 September 2016, the WFPA is holding its second annual Gathering in Shaker Village, Pleasant Hill, Kentucky – see main picture for all the salient details of the wheres and whens.
It’s the how much that’s the real news story here. And it’s a good, good news story at a time when good news stories are pretty gosh-darned thin on the ground.
Choose your preference: click on a hyperlink or click on the audio file link below, and listen in as Michael explains WFPA and the Gathering in his signature succinct, clear, resonantly-voiced vocal stylings (even over the tech equivalent of two cans and a 9063 mile piece of string!)
ENDS (for now, but really it’s just the beginning!)
Welcome to Episode 2 of Cooking At #36 with Billgella Lawsoote.
Our legal people have been combing through our initial agreement with M/s Lawsoote and it does indeed appear that a clerical error DID spin the series out from the original 3.6 episodes to an eye-watering 36 episodes.
With the caveat of ‘ne’er the same kitchen twice’.
We present to you, the uninformed swill at the bottom of a glass of a really gritty Bordeaux, the sort you want to finish off with a knife and fork, the second in our (slap me now for using this hackneyed term) journey — pronounced with four Js: jjjjourney around the kitchens of Australia.
Today for your information, edification and inebriation, we have ‘White Whine Fillet Surprise’.
Short on the whine, long on the wine.
Warning: Billgella works a little blue in this edition beamed live (and by live, we mean recorded three weeks ago) from Paddington, NSW.
Here’s what some food pundits are saying about Episode 2.
‘I kept falling off my chair’. – Matt from Basildon, Essex.
Surely faulty office furniture is an office services issue, not the kitchen’s.
“Where’s the bacon?” – Johnny RT from Sydney via Liverpool UK.
Have you ever crossed a Basa with a pig, JRT? We tried once, and the pig thrashed around in the shallows for half an hour. It took us twice that long just to get the smile off his face.
DISCLAIMER: Again, please note this edition is not safe for work (NSFW). We did road-test it on a pre-school group at the Sorbonne School For The Gifted Culinary Toddler and the feedback was unanimous: “We’re including you in our mandatory reporting to the relevant authorities.”
Billgella Lawsoote returns in the new year with a multicultural melting pot Episode 3 from the heart of Kebabland, Sydney.
Cooking At #36 is a new series launched today from kitchens around Australia, eventually the world.
This innovative, jerky-handed phone camera series takes you, the poor, ignorant, unclassy, unclassified, joke of a wretched wastrel, awash in a sea of processed mediocre food, TV dinners, and fast food that’s slowly filling you up with salt and plastic — we take your sorry arse pics…
I’m sorry, I’ll read that again.
We take your sorry aspic, and sauce a better way to cook.
Episode One (Shredded Wheat/Blowing Mayo aka Resilience Is Useful).
The pilot was produced in a secret Holsworthy kitchen. Another pilot was picked up in a Moorebank Sports Club – she was either Randy or Chastity; such a fine line betwixt and between, I find.
Road-tested on six selected Overheard Productions friends and strangers who all were unanimous in their reviews:
Greek Fetta Chorus: “We’re calling the Critical Assessment Team. Put down the phone and step away from the maple syrup.”
Actually, they said lovely things, but I’ll add the reviews later.
There’s time for one. “Alison from Athenry” says, ‘Show us your chips, Billgella!”
And another: “Axminster Al from Barking in Essex” says, ‘What’s with the fruity 80s English accent?’