We featured some of Marcus Westbury’s commentary on cultural policy here at LP around the time of the 2020 summit. Here’s a guest post which originally appeared at his blog - it’s the text of a talk he gave to a forum on “Creative People” organised by the Department of Culture and The Arts in Perth as part of the process they’re undertaking of developing a policy framework for Western Australia.
One of my obsessions at the moment and the focus of the next series of Not Quite Art is our changing cultural geography. By that I mean how the cultures that we are exposed to, that influence and obsess us are circulating in the world.
Currently, along with all the other festivals that are no doubt happening at the moment, Melbourne is hosting the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF). Films worth seeing during MIFF include Persepolis(fans of Marjane Satrapi’s gorgeous graphic novels should make sure to see that flick). Since I already possess the DVD, I won’t bother forking out to see Barry McKenzie Holds His Own, but if you haven’t seen this Australian, ahem, classic, it’s a nice night’s entertainment. The other day, I saw Rock ‘n’ Nerd, which was an interesting insight into the career of Tim Minchin. Since deciding to change his image from that of a talented nice Perth boy with short curly hair to that of a talented nice Perth boy with a messy mane, Minchin’s career has gone from strength to strength. Rock ‘n’ Roll Nerd shows all the stresses and joys that go with being an increasingly popular singing satirist piano playing dude. The YouTube video features Tim performing “Dark Side”, a song about trying to be deep because you’re girlfriend wants you to be deep, even though you’re not deep at all.
Update: Fans of Summer Heights Highplease note that August 10 is Sorry Ranga Day. “Sorry, Ranga”. (Sorry Ranga Day is an initiative of ABC Commercial).
Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
I’m still a bit pressed for time, what with the phd thesis - second draft now under construction - and the first week of semester, but I did manage to sample a bit of the Brisbane Festival goodness last week, going to two gigs on Tuesday night. Deborah Conway and Willy Zygier were, as expected, totally brilliant, and Feasting on Flesh was a fine piece of burlesque cabaret. (It’s on til Saturday if anyone wants to go.)
There are a lot of really neat ideas in the planning of the festival this year - including quite a few free events in the burbs, and the rather interesting idea of hosting bands in people’s backyards. That’s a nice way - along with the Spiegeltent in Queens Park - to make it a bit more of a genuine festival than just having people traipse off to headline theatre and dance performances at QPAC. I wish I had more time to enjoy more of it.
In honour of World Youth Day (doubt any “youth” read this blog, but what the hell), and just because a little music on a Friday night is nice, here’s a clip of Jennifer Warnes singing “The Song of Bernadette” from her wonderful Famous Blue Raincoat album.
If we took a holiday
Took some time to celebrate
Just one day out of life
It would be, it would be so nice
It’s school holiday time (which doesn’t - obviously - mean parent holiday time!)… I’m due to submit the first draft of my PhD thesis on Friday some time (possibly late-ish). The marking’s all done. The conference is over. But that wonderful thing called semester starts up again on the 21st. And I don’t have either the time or the money to take my preferred break - which was going to be an intertubes-less week in a cabin by a beach somewhere reading books, followed by a week of partay-ing in Sydney or Melbourne, followed by a week back in Brisneyland under the doonah. So give me some vicarious holiday goodness! Do we get enough holidays? What do we do when we take them? Are we ever away in a wired world?
So, it’s over half way through June and time again to condemn. Here’s a twenty first open condemnation thread. What’s getting up your goat this month so far? Which evil political, cultural, social, musical, religious and other phenomena need condemnation? (Or loud denunciation?)
You can condemn anything you like except vintage Blondie. The track is “Rip her to shreds” from their eponymous 1976 debut lp.
Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
As for me, I’m over-writing “Lazy Sunday” as it’s anything but for me. I expect to be up to the early am hours tomorrow getting the first draft of my thesis into a shape I’m happy to submit to my supervisor. So while everyone else is more than welcome to post on their weekend doings, I thought I’d share some photographic insights for the benefit of any other research students out there - Mark’s tips on how to finish a PhD dissertation!
#1: Use the tried and true yellow post-it note method for the citations and references you need.
#2: The dietetics of thesis completion are as important as the dialectics. Stock up on a nutritionally varied range of stimulants.
#3: While prayer and/or meditation may be important aids to writing, ensure that candles are not lit next to piles of books but remain symbols only.
As you might know, Leonard Cohen is warbling his way through a world tour at this very moment. No word on Australian dates as yet, but here’s a little Leonard to, umm, brighten up your Sunday. The video is for the song “Democracy”. I heart Leonard.
All the standard info is here and here. The country’s official website is here. But I’m still not finding anything that explains Azerbaijan’s entry in the 2008 Eurovision Song Contest!
Sadly, Dustin the Irish Turkey will not be taking the Eurovision Song Contest final stage tonight, after being eliminated in the semi-finals. But there’s still plenty to look forward to - awful Europop, truck-drivers key changes by the bucketload, hosts who can mangle an autocue in two languages, and some fairly bizarre pieces of surrealist theatre to accompany the inane tunes.
After making the sacrifice of sitting through both semi-finals, I can inform you that the only half-decent song amongst them this year is the French entry, “Divine”:
I have no idea whether it will be, but the songs that impressed me last night were the ones from Albania, Georgia and Portugal (and to a lesser degree Malta - good voice, lousy song). I didn’t see Friday night’s so not dissing any of the songs from the first semi (but I would like to diss Mr Denmark, who I hope has a long career in policing as he apparently desires).
Here’s an open Eurovision thread. Please no discussion of winners until 12.45am - because otherwise you’re doing the spoiler thing for our Perthling friends. So unless you want to earn the justified enmnity of Anna Winter, you’ve been warned!
May I also add, if SBS are reading, that next year I think we want to see more Julia Zemiro and less of the Pommie commentary…
So, it’s time again to condemn. Here’s a nineteenth open condemnation thread. What’s getting up your goat this month so far? Which evil political, cultural, social, musical, religious and other phenomena need condemnation? (Or loud denunciation?)
You can condemn anything you like except Jolie Holland. Because Tom Waits is a big fan of hers. As am I. You can condemn the budget. Every loud interest group is. Or you can condemn the condemners!
One of the old canards we’ve had a look at here before is the (typically) generationalist argument that if the kidz aren’t marching in the streets, then politics must have disappeared from contemporary culture. Here, culture is a key term because “68 thought” (to Anglicise a useful if ill-intentioned phrase from conservative French philosophers - representatives of what Dominique Lecourt calls the “mediocracy”) exploded the links between politics and culture, yet arguably dissolved itself into culture. That’s a more complex story than I have time to tell here, but I wanted to have a look at some of the afterlives of the protests against the War on Iraq that happened all across the world on February 15 2003.
It’s often argued that the protests failed to “stop the war”, and thus were fruitless. This, of course, is a rather odd criterion by which to judge them, because I’m unaware of any protests which have actually succeeded in stopping wars… So the second argument we’re normally confronted with is that the protests failed to translate into an ongoing movement. That might again be the wrong yardstick - in that the “peace movement” of the 60s had its conditions of possibility in its antecedents in the anti-nuclear struggles of the Cold War era. Possibly quite wrongly, disarmament and nuclear proliferation are no longer perceived as subjects for mobilisation because 1989 and 1991 dissolved the fear of nuclear holocaust in our social imaginary, a fear sort of displaced onto “terrorism” but largely now absent.
I think you could make an argument, though, that the anti-War concerns of 2003 translated into powerful sources of electoral change - in a number of countries - Spain, Australia being two that spring immediately to mind and now America and Britain, where the bellicose regimes of Bush and Blair/Brown are now in their final stages of dissolution for reasons closely linked to the Iraq War. It would be very interesting to map the influence in all this of what we might call Open Source Protest, and here I’m not just thinking of GetUp!, MoveOn.Org and the “netroots” but the more explicitly cultural aspects of anti-war sentiment.
If you’re the sort of person who wakes up at the same time as a rooster, you might be acquainted with the comedy shows ABC Radio National puts on at 5.30am.
These programs are usually ancient English efforts featuring members of The Goodies (I’m Sorry, I’ll ReadThat Again) or the late Kenneth Williams (Just a Minute*).
Other shows respectively feature experts on language and classical music, the latter group finding music by The Beatles and other ruffians beyond the pale.
Every so often, the ABC presents a program at 5.30am that’s actually - shock horror - pretty new.
When some terribly serious coot makes a history of 90’s Australian pop, I doubt they’ll deign to mention TISM.
But for a kid from the country who, in those pre-Internet days, was blown away when the diet of Hits and Memories radio was turned on its head by the introduction of JJJ to Albury in 1994, TISM are special. This is Serious Mum and their p*sstake dance-pop will remain a touchstone. So I was saddened to read that Jock Paull, aka Token Blackman of TISM, got a tumour that may not have started in his brain, but crept into his lungs, and ended his life prematurely at 50.
So, in honour of a man whose name I didn’t know until now, but whose music made me laugh every time I heard it, let’s all demand a vodka rider from our nearest student union, and dance like a d******d to one of TISM’s finest moments, He’ll Never Be an Old Man River. Guitarists may pass, riffs live forever…
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