You missed an interesting night.
What is In Canberra Tonight?
Well it's a few things. It's a late night talk show, it's a theatre show, it's a band night, it's a collection of interviews, it's a vehicle for Chris Endrey to try out new outfits, it's also a really good night out. Tonight their focus was on the You Are Here festival, and surprise surprise, T-Bone was a special guest, along with many of his supporters.
Did we learn much? Well yes and no. T-Bone dropped no great revelations, just spouted more of his unique rhetoric on art and freedom and the like (along with a few choice threats towards the bird). It is clear that many artists are buying into the romance of T-Bones ideas, but I found it difficult to ignore the fury and madness behind those promises.
I don't think he is a well man.
Unsurprisingly the interview turned out to be a ploy, Mac sneaked backstage during the break and stole another section of the document from the You Are Here festival.
Of course I got my hands on a copy for you, do you even need to ask?
Part 4 (The late Twentieth Century years)
The slippery second section of the Twentieth Century came sliding in. Sitting sipping café coffee the Artifact watched the years wash in. It watched the faceless men, bra-less woMen and bare footed bloody hippies. It soaked up songs and signs and read them out one by one beat style, all happening, messed up and out of control. They put up traffic lights but shite still went on, pushing and pulsing the beat never stoPing.
The secret squirrels spying from the upstairs rooms heard the noise and called for backup to watch the jacked up jumpers do their contraband thing. Flood came in, franken bunnies got out. The BlacktoweR went up blaring, broadcasting, spying and surveying. The Artifact, the ANU and You Know Who were tuning in and spinning out, pushing the generation x-rated to do their art jig thing.
Blackfellas decided enough was enough so a tent embassy went up and the Corroboree went down their voices were heard all over town. There was GoUgh but he got messed up and tripped up by the other team. You see God forgot to save him when as he got jacked up by an eagle and a queen but the Artifact was there when Gough gave his famous speech, and if you offer to buy it a drink it’ll get that funny stare and tell you about the day it was there.
In came ‘88 a party of the state. Bicentennials, buy cent daniels. The whitefellas cheered the blackfellas jeered and the sheep as per usual didn’t really get the whole ceremony thing. The Artifact was there when the peOple got a New Parliament House. It even stayed a while snuck away in Hawke’s hairstyle. But the relentless tuneless song of the people called. The ArtiFact hung out with the punks and the picadors hoping to snap on the new thing as soon as it blew in, but the beat it collected cooked up and medicated turned out a worthwhile addition to its artistic sedition edition. But time doesn’t care, it doesn’t give a damn if you stand or stare. The new century was coming in like a late night freight train noisy-heavy-un-freaking-stoppable.
You know what to do people.
So where was Mr B in all of this?
I've not no hard evidence, but there have been rumours of him meeting with Canberra's most notorious warrior clan, The Hundred Swords.
If I were a betting man, I'd put my money on something big happening at The Hundred Swords' demonstration today at 6.
It'll probably be the place to be... unless you're not keen on swords, then it's probably the wrong place to be.
I hear there will be a few there.
Current Mood: Weary.
Current Music: Bryan Adams - Cuts Like a Knife.
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