The choice of Barndioota—a scratch on the map with more dingoes and emus than people—as the most likely candidate for the dump has more than a few scratching their heads. I’ll bet Barndioota-to-a-brick that the Flinders Ranges will not be the site of the next nuclear waste dump.
Mark Raymond is a deserved legend in these parts. He is an ex-copper and lead singer of the great and sadly retired Kulumindini Band, who made three great albums (one with the best title - "You're Not Useless" - I've heard in a while) in the late eighties and mid-nineties. Kulumindini gave us a long "tuning-up-song" intro and then launched into their greatest hits and more. The crowd, as they say, went wild.
Ear-worm of the week: The song that has been on high rotation in my head for the past two weeks is the first track on Rayella's eponymous debut album, "Wrong Kind of Man", a love-gone-so-wrong-but-feels-oh-so-right kind of tale.
If you like Australian raptors and a big sky there is no better place to get both at the same time than the Barkly Tablelands in the heartland of the Northern Territory.
Bob Gosford travelled to Brunette Downs in the heart of the Northern Territory's Barkly Tablelands for the 104th ABC Amateur Race Club meeting.
On the afternoon of the 26th of January 2012 Rebecca Healy and Rosalie Kunoth-Monks were both on the lawns near to the Aboriginal Tent Embassy across from Old Parliament House in Canberra and far from Tennant Creek. What happened next would see them on opposite sides in the Supreme Court of the Northern Territory.
Johnny Lee Clary on the KKK: "Wherever there are white people, they go and recruit," he said. "They go to areas wherever there are any types of racial problems, for instance, where there have been problems between Aborigines and white people."
A guest post from Darwin historian Kerry Gardiner about a big man, who came from big-sky country and made a big and glorious noise.
The best band of the night for mine on the night was the Iwantja Band from the remote South Australia town of Indulkana. They didn't have the slick moves and showmanship of Papunya's Tjupi Band but they sure had their musical chops down.