Cold Chisel. Please explain.
I want a little glamour around my presence: glamour is the last thing I possess right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever recapture that mood again.
“There was a band called Wire that we were listening to quite a lot during recording. And they have all of these two-minute pop songs that are just clean and sound awesome, and then they’ve got a dirty, seven-minute track next.”
In response to a request from a friend on Twitter, I’ve collected together some of my more recent writings about Jonathan. And from tomorrow, you can listen to an incredible early demo of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’ over here. ——————————————————————————————————————————– (from Plan B #18, originally printed in The Stranger) I first heard Jonathan Richman […]
Little things can make a big difference. Sometimes, it’s the difference between loving something and thinking it’s just OK. Or thinking it’s OK and hating it.
[The following was written almost a year ago to the day for my regular column for the Spanish magazine Go Mag. I was trying to capture the feeling of listening to the rain outside my house in The Gap, and futilely searching around in my iTunes for songs featuring the word ‘rain’, before stumbling across what […]
It’s so easy to offend weiners on the internet. I could talk about Frankly Festival and point out the fact that most Brisbane gig goers are as clicky as fuck and cliched cunts – but I feel that controversy has been well represented throughout music blogs as of late. So this is my virtual mix […]
To qualify my wanker status I am currently working on a research masters at QUT. The exact nature of the project is still in flux, but having just been enrolled I spent the weekend at the library reading about “The Saints’, “The Triffids”, “The-Go Betweens” and “Nick Cave” circa “Bad Seeds”, “Birthday Party” and “The […]