…I don’t know what happened, OK? I got up, and took the mic, and after about a dozen notes I realised I was… just a tad… off-key. Maybe I was too sober..? There is nothing quite as traumatic as being given a pitying glance by good musicians when you are a tad off-key… In one…
…As we ease ourselves into Paris, we are somehow infused with the romantic atmosphere. It’s really true, that sexy reputation Paris has. There is an atmosphere of repressed passion, especially after dark, when couples stroll together in leather jackets, embracing tightly and kissing long and deep… Flash back: July 2013. My wife and I are…
Joe picks me up on his scooter and we head out to the band’s share house in Krabi’s outer suburbs. The guys all live in two small rooms, and the third room is set up as a make-shift studio. Joe’s little brother is the producer and operates the computer. We sit on the tiled floor, playing and singing. It is just too much fun…
by Emmanuel Marshall. This is basically a rant, so… Strap Yourself In! OK. We all know life is too short. Sooner rather than later we all end up with sore knees, stiff backs, dull eyes and short breath. The good news is, James Reyne was spot on. Any day above ground, is a good…
I hear something move a few metres away. A crackle of shifting twigs. It’s closer now, just on the other side of the tree. I whirl around the trunk, spear ready…
Confest is outrageous. I’ve been to three now, and I go every chance I get. What is it? It’s a festival. It’s a party. It’s a love-in. It’s a new age spiritual pilgrimage…
You went to Confest again? Why would you want to get nude with a thousand randoms and play music in the mud for a week..? This is a pretty typical reaction to announcing my intention of attending Australia’s premier weirdo convention. Confest number 3 for me. The first one I went to in 2007…