one fellow's political coverage, music ramblings and general hijinks across decades under a range of guises at several locations often in a state of awe.
Some Early Voters Say Machines Mark Incorrect Choices From the Honor System dept. Posted by JWSmythe on Friday, October 29 @ 21:00:19 PDT (7 reads) Kim Griffith voted on Thursday – over and over and over.
SYDNEY–Jolly new year what! Can’t go into the finer details right now, I have to feign employment at this juncture. In the meantime check the FBI Weekend Overhang tracklists from last weekend. Streaming MP3s online very soon, or even now maybe :) Big ups to the posse. Have a very kinderpool 2004.
Okay, it’s about time to give the extended version of why I am AGAIN trapped in Hong Kong. Add to this tale a dash of humility and L-shape-on-the-forehead hilarity, and you have my current situation in a nut shell. Or nut house, as the case may be.
Peso playlist Friday June 14, 2002 Gus Gus – Believe Clarty/Binary Brothers – Thinking Louder (J.Raq mix) Red Snapper – Get Some Sleep Tiger The Herbalizer – It’s Just for You Black Uhuru – Boof N Baff N Biff Kruder and Dorfmeister – Track 2 Lamb – Gorecki Digs, Whoosh and Mr Ski – Rumpfunk … Continue reading “Mental Notes: June 2002”
With music mixing as easy as logging on to a website and typing on a keyboard, everyone is getting into the act There was a time when music’s cutting edge was all about jamming. Performers would gather in a room and just play, picking up on one another’s riffs and rhythms, on the moods and … Continue reading “The Sounds of Science”
Sue, could you check Smudge’s bass player’s name? I think it’s Adam Yeo but I’m not too certain. Ta. There exists, in your community, a widely unacknowledged subculture which is as delicate as a vegan, as opinionated as an anarchist and as stoic as a gothic purist. They are fanzine writers, and as the rustle … Continue reading “Superchunk; Smudge, Planet, November 20, 1996”
Warm, generous in mirth, ensconced in simple riffery … Rebecca Gates, the once fanzine editor, record store clerk and college radio gun from Portland, Oregon, is certainly ‘chuffed’ about the peculiar rise of her now-jetsetting outfit, The Spinanes. “Chuffed? Yeah, chuffed is a great word for what has happened!”
Cruising in from the suburbs, the comfortable Friday crowd at Planet was stacked with the fans and family of CD debutants Spill, the drinking buddies of the Prawns and one guy from up North who was ably debiting his minesite paycheck.
What a great time to catch a couple of mooted maestros of our megalopolis! Ensconced in warm loungerooms throughout Perth, most of the local gig-going public were doing their benchpresses for this week’s Kiss My WAMI marathon, thus the hardest of hardcore heads got their chance to swing cats in near empty venues and check … Continue reading “Caterpillar Now; Team Jedi, Grosvenor Hotel, May 18, 1996”
(check surnames, ta!) Anyone who has ever dared to try slipping on a little Magic Dirt before bedtime has made two fatal errors: wartime test have proven that it is difficult to sleep to the screams of landing aircraft and two, ah, the old sit-bolt-upright-in-bed secret track conspiracy.
