The Dirty Three

Dirty Three – Enmore Theatre 20.6.24 As you know, I’m rarely at a loss for words – but last week I had an experience that is almost indescribable. I’ll try The Dirty Three strolled onto the Enmore Theatre stage to the sound of Boz Scagg’s Lido.  What followed was a...
The Oils – one last time

The Oils – one last time

1977, a sweaty night at the Royal Antler Hotel – a big, brawling sweaty pub on the Northern Beaches of Sydney – long gone now, but in its heyday the site of many a legendary gig.  I was underage and had perfected the art of flirting my way into gigs – the...

alone again (naturally)

Alone A momentary frisson of naughtiness accompanied my cavalier ignorance of the sink full of washing up last night. I went to bed while it was still light, eating my Ubered dinner in bed, a teatowel serving as a napkin, watching silly comedies on streaming services,...

The shame of a keyboard warrior

Recent events seem to have focused the attention of Australia on women’s issues (arguably) more than at any time since the 1970s and 80s, and social media is proving to be a very effective way of fuelling discussion. People are writing and talking about women, and...

Fear, free speech and mythology, where are we going?

 White Australia began as a nation forged from the blood and misery of the destruction of a 60,00-year-old civilisation.   We continued ‘developing’ through exploitation of the human detritus discarded by a Colonial power long since diminished to the...

music and the politics of the personal

Click to play video  Links Perry Keyes Nina Young Photographer As the 70’s slogan goes – ‘the personal is political’ – and to my mind, music is the perfect way to bring us back to this essential truth. Protest songs are a rich and wonderful seam, but I’d like to...