Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Sonic Bloom

By the Light of a Silvery Moon
with pearly teeth and cartoons of goon
beach pups howled while it broke in the new
generation of fans as they gatherd for their feast
on full blown Aussie Rock - on a Northen Beach.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Bunker Jam

Bunker jams in good ol LaParuse can be fun and the frogs shimmering in the background city lights make for a surprisingly attractive audience. Ahh yes, those were the days :)
Photo by Bec Carrick

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Tim Rogers and Tex Perkins at DeNom

"Why don't you just stick your fucken arm inside my ass and talk for me" was an interesting choice of comment from Tim Rogers, followed by a love serenade so arresting I sensed a 2 degree shift in atmosphere find it's way across the floor - up up up and over my Italian boots. 'ROCK ME BABY, ROCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!'

Finishing off with an encore chorus line "Cunnilingus, it's a mystery where this ancient art came from" I certainly was satisfied with my choice to give Rove a miss this evening.

PS. Thank you DeNom for making a rock n roll girl dreams come true.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Everybody Sing!

There's a light, over at the frankenstein place
there's a light, burnin in the fireplace
there's a light, li a hight
in the darkness, of every ee
body's life.

We were right all along folks, there is no need to look for a safe place to hide in this great big bad ol world, Big Brother really is watching. :)

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Open Mic Road Trip

This is Mark, the DJ from Mullumbimbi who for now will remain headless. He likes Scuba Diving, drinking Grappa and relaxing with friends on the farm. Also, much like the rest of us Mark was devastated after discovering Disc, the people friendly, independently run record store on Oxford Street, Paddington specialising in classical, jazz and soundtracks, were forced to cease operations. This was largely due to internet progress.


Thursday, May 11, 2006

Get Quiet

Now for a lovely poem break by our sponsor, Ms. Rose Martini

Get Quiet.

Reverse the curse
Undo what's been done
Watch for a path where the footsteps began
washed over some / / /
by sand moon sea and sun

Dine with the honest thief wearing lampshades for eyes
Down by the ocean, where the apparition cries

Speak of the sacred circle
Women healers did prepare
Recite once a conversation
which caused concern or despair

Thank your angels and your parents
listen closely to your dreams
Be patient, light a candle Quietening now your scream,
your scream, your scream your


Amen. Abrakadabrah. SHAZAM. Poof.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

I love you so much I want to hunt you down and kill you.

Once upon a time in the inner city a song was written. The title of this song was "I love you so much I want to hunt you down and kill you."

Rumour states the songwriter resided somewhere in the facinity of Sydney's Kings Cross Region not too far infact from the main drag which any local would know means not too far away from you know what!

Time and time again it has been proven any song writing attempts after a bloody good binge on Macca's can be highly detromental to your health with symptoms often resulting in - feeling a little off colour and/or out of sorts - maybe even pangs of paranoia. If pain continues you should see a doctor.

Thanks for being part of a blogumentary, and remember, if you bite and write you're a bloody idiot.