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St. Stephens is dead quiet. Decrepit etchings on the headstones of the graveyard around the car hole don't speak much at all. With the temperature freezing the lobes off ears, nothing changes with the morning session of the church keeping it on the hush.
Reviewed on 29 May 2006 under Exhibitions, Expositions and Events
"White Power! White Power!" and the man in the wheelchair cranks up the motor to run down a few people crossing the intersection of Enmore and King Streets in Newtown. Leaking black metal music from the stereo underneath his seat, leather and a flat mohawk is all that this man is.
Reviewed on 10 March 2006 under Stage Antics and Theatrics
Keep them waiting. Forget the time, that's irrelevant. Start about an hour after the post and even then, don't come out first. Instead, send out another man to warm the crowd up. A few of them are sleeping off the week. Others getting well blotto for the upcoming weekend. Others still are actually looking forward to the in between. Whatever and wherever that is.
Reviewed on 9 October 2005 under Stage Antics and Theatrics
Unseen vomit threw a detour in earlier plans to watch notable athletes and community people running in shorts in a winter evening kept warm by a travelling Olympic flame. A parking slot on Friday night in Newtown, helped by a disappearing man waving semaphore. For all the drop in temperature it couldn't have been so cold to have frozen off depth perception. The girl who walked straight into a glass door proved otherwise. Meeting up with Atom, a napkin was burnt in a candle setting to make up for missing something set on fire.
Reviewed on 5 June 2004 under Popcorning with movies, DVDs and films
I bought a ticket to the Big Day Out specifically out of fear of The Flaming Lips not doing a sideshow of their own — knowing, incidentally, that there's a 99% chance that they will.
Reviewed on 24 November 2003 under Not So Live Music
Hipsters scattered like so many Tsubi clad pigeons yesterday in the locales of Glebe and Newtown as a team of roving DJs and assorted wannabees took to the streets to promote next week's Inner Styles with a granny trolley mounted boombox of joy.
Published 8 June 2003 in Entertainment
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