Hey Donnie

He’s now a convicted felon I’d rather a watermelon Was President But I’m not a resident narcissistic, nasty, deranged The voters couldn’t be stranger A wannabe dictator Democracy see ya later America will fail Put him in...
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...

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...