Notes on Improvisation
“The improviser, that loafing, cocky, impulsive thing, who shamelessly indulges in one of the purest modes of creative play — of total absorption in the present. How magical! How disgusting.”
Will I Ever Get To Dance at a Venue Without 300 Homophobic Dudes? — PULP’s Sam Alfred Experience
Maybe we’re just living in a different time. After the concert, I reviewed Alfred’s Boiler Room X AVA set, noticing that the majority of the audience at that event were also white dudes with the same low taper fade haircuts and sunglasses. They bobbed their heads ambivalently and attempted to film the majority of the set, unable to just be in the moment. As events like Boiler Room have become increasingly popular, I sometimes wonder — are people coming to these things to have a boogie and support artists? Or are they going to find the validation that they seek?
Micra Musings
“I had bared my heart and my feelings were seemingly reciprocated, sharing five years of itemised service invoices, lamenting night shifts, even travelling to the south side of the Bridge for me.”
Towards a Blak Australia Policy: A Manifesto for Decolonial Socialism
“For Australia to become truly free, it must cease to exist in its current form. A Blak socialist future envisions a society where land and people are no longer commodities but kin, where power flows from the wisdom of Elders and the collective strength of communities.”
Finding Faye
“When I listen to Faye yearn for her past/present lover, I can’t help but romanticise the early stages of any relationship; nothing mattered other than surrendering to the feeling.”
WHO IS NEWTOWN AFFIRMATIONS ????
“I started to see The Admin in all my friends, everyone at every function, in every person I passed on King Street. I knew I had to uncover the uncoverable. I had to find the true face of The Admin of the famously anonymous @newtown.affirmations.”
A sharehouse, that thing which eats.
“All the objects that have passed through it are connected like a great fungal mind or a coral reef. In constant exchange with you and your housemates, the sharehouse becomes itself.”
The Suit of Armour in the Hotel Lobby at 3PM
The Suit of Armour in the Hotel Lobby at 3PM is a graphite and charcoal drawing inspired by an NPC in a friend’s D&D campaign. The suit has been designed for a small frog named Ted Lick.
Hum Dekhenge ہم دیکھیں گے
“When we - the dispossessed - the faithful -
Who have been barred out of sacred places
Will be seated on high cushions
When the crowns will be tossed,
When the thrones will be brought down.”
I saw Ginger Root live and got my funk spunked//Remember to thank the internet for introducing you to new music - Ginger Root Review
He admits to taking inspiration from Haruomi Hosono and Yellow Magic Orchestra. But there are also notes of Anri, Tatsuro Yamashita or Miki Matsubara. His song Giddy Up replicates the feeling of galloping on a horse (naturally) at a staggering 158 BPM.
The Intelligence of Contemporary Art - Review
The Museum of Contemporary Art’s autumn 2025 season celebrates the diversity of Australian Contemporary Art with two exciting new exhibitions: ‘The Intelligence of Painting’, which features the work of fourteen women artists for whom the paint medium is a vital part of their practice, and Warraba Weatherall’s ‘Shadow and Substance’, the first solo show by the Kamilaroi artist. ‘The Intelligence of Painting’ will run until 20 July 2025, while Weatherall’s work can be viewed until 21 September 2025. These two exhibitions are wildly different – just as the contemporary art scene itself is diverse and unpredictable.
What Are We Left With? — A review of SUDS’ The Goat, or Who is Sylvia?
SUDS’ Slot 1 performance of Edward Albee’s The Goat, or Who is Sylvia? was an hour-and-forty-minute absurdist romp that left the audience in both stitches and a state of moral panic. The play, brilliantly directed by Felix Tonkin and produced by Ruby Scott-Wishart, documents the aftermath of a father’s bewildering extramarital affair, and serves as a hilarious allegory of liberal society. It is this element that SUDS’ production claws at so well, unravelling the philosophical thread that weaves its way through the narrative.
The Flesh of the Lychee
“I think of her sometimes, on nights like this, when my shirt is low and the wind kisses my chest as greedy eyes stare. They don’t know there is nothing there anymore. I ate her years ago, splitting the tough skin with my front teeth to reach the fruit inside. But tonight, here, with the moon hiding behind low, yellow clouds, Beautiful Girl walks with me.”
Use this sound for good luck
I’m Eminem’s real daughter. I’m gonna join a cult if I can find one. I’m googling ‘how to survive sexuality’ like Lohanthony. I’m doing subliminals to you
I went to Joy Orbison and all I got was a great sense of joy, good music, and fun times
Walking past the slightly uncanny midnight pickleball league in a mostly asleep Entertainment Quarter, I wondered if anyone else was aware of the musical significance of what was going to happen inside Liberty Hall. Joy Orbison, the London-born and based DJ and producer, was about to play his first show in Australia. I reached Liberty Hall, pretty set in my conviction that there wasn’t a good chance many pickleball players knew about Joy Orbison. I was pleasantly and incredibly surprised
External influences, memories, and interactions are central to the formation of identity, continuously shaping the self. In this series, I scanned various elements — my own self, calligraphy, and found graffiti/visuals — and superimposed them to create a layered composition, reflecting identity as a performative construct that is not fixed, but always in flux.