I’ve been thinking about Chris Wilson a lot since I learned of his diagnosis with pancreatic cancer. It’s very sad I probably won’t hear him play again, won’t get to watch him own a stage and destroy a room again. But I’ve been so very lucky to have these memories and many others to carry with me as fuel: Jeff Lang
For James Jeffrey, it is not about the politics, but the people, which is probably why he has managed to survive for so long in the toxic political environment at the Oz, stuffed as it is with Liberal Party operatives and conservative thinkers (forgive the oxymoron). He is genuinely (not, unlike many News Corpse writers, unintentionally) funny. Deeply funny. The kind of funny that leaves you in tears, but not always tears of laughter.
On Saturday night, as gracious as Giles' speech was, so Gunner's was shambolic. "Tonight is extraordinary" he said three times while the baying crowd called for blood and more beer.
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.
Paul Kelly and his fellow Merri Soul Sessions collaborators – including Dan Sultan, Clairy Browne, Kira Puru, Vika Bull and Linda Bull as well as his long-serving touring band rolled into Darwin for the last but one of their current tour.
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 Sunrize Band played extensively throughout the Northern Territory, Western Australia and Queensland and toured with Carlos Santana, Jimmy Barnes, Hunters & Collectors, Painters and Dockers, Paul Kelly, Spy v Spy, Bob Geldof and many more. One highlight was a tour to New Guinea, where, in Ngarritj's words "Those crazy blackfellas in the audience threw coconuts and bananas at us as a sign of their appreciation."
Two years ago Kevin Rudd, in what appears to have now faded into a largely symbolic apology to Aboriginal Australia, told the nation that: …symbolism is important but, unless the great symbolism of reconciliation is accompanied by an even greater substance, it is little more than a clanging gong. It is not sentiment that makes […]
From the dim recesses of memory I recall that Mandawuy turned up one night while we were on tour in Sydney with an old battered guitar, a swag of great songs and a keen desire to get them heard by as many people as possible.