Wednesday, April 22, 2009

the cradle, the jet plane and the wonderlab

On Sunday Punk Monk Propaganda had an epic digs-shift from our Warehouse cradle to the big-girl's bed that is The Corner Shop. Only a block down from the old space, The Corner Shop smells sweetly of new paint and possibility. We moved the earth with shopping trolleys and discovered a new toy in the paperbark climbing tree just outside the back door. Vegetarian sausages and a few dark bruises later and the well-exerted punks and kinoites warmed the new home quietly with a few beers, deciding to leave the first truly crazy sex party for Night Two. Victoria and Davey snapped away over the day- feast your eyes over at Vic's blog.

Monday was the re-scheduled Kino #24. Old and new faces sheltered from the rain in the Sydney Trapeze School and snuggled in to get a cozy hit of the latest from the Sydney kinoites. I was on bar duty for some of the night so missed a few flicks when I couldn't quite absorb what was happening out of the corner of my eye. There were three Punk Monk films shown, all with a spicy Adelaidian flavour from our recent south west adventure: Dermot's Haiku 4, and Victoria's fleshy easter treat Chick Addict and experimental mobile flick Jet Plane, second in the Loves Me Not series and completely shot using mobile capture devices. I also loved Ang's film Sadness Breakfast Tea.

We've still got access to the newly emptied Warehouse, and so are transforming the former studio into a psychadelic intermedia wonderlab for Algae Rhythm 0.02: PSYCHOCHEMICAL. I've co-curated this one with Alex Papasavvas, and as head alchemists we're especially excited to start swapping chemicals with you all on May 4. If you're interested in coming along to Algae Rhythm, then drop me a line and some guestlist magic can happen. If you're one of the first 30 to RSVP on facebook then you get a personalised copy of our Algae Rhythm collectable zine.

May 4, 2009
The Warehouse, Alexandria (opposite the Australian Technology Park)

Friday, April 17, 2009

20th Annual Byron Bay Blues and Roots Festival

The advice given to the girl who ran out into oncoming traffic in front of our digs on Shirley Street by her ever lovin man:

I would tell you the end of the story, but the cab driver who hit her ran off and never came back. Neither did the girl who got hit.

Monday, April 6, 2009


Presents at midnight and kisses in door frames in full view of the street.

I love birthdays.