Last night was a fundraiser for the G20 carnival, held in a newly squatted warehouse on the corner of Urquhart and High Streets near where I used to live. It’s funny because I often looked at that place and wondered if it was squatted and thought about turning it into an awesome warehouse living space like Shabnum and Justine used to live in in Surry Hills or like Sorayah’s place way back when I was at uni.
The party was great – I can’t express my gratitude enough that anarchists have moved away from bands like Crass as their main source of entertainment. The reggae was funkalicious, the beats were good, and although the Beyonce and the occasional 60s track seemed out of place, they were still great to dance to. There was no power so the place was lit with tea lights in paper bags and christmas lights presumably run off batteries. Up a few stairs (tealight on each step, christmaas lights through the railing so you could see where it was) there was a platform with rugs and a projector running films onto a stretched out sheet. Stand near that and look out the window onto the Merri Creek in the quiet darkness.
Lots of good people too. And the money goes to providing free food at the G20 carnival. Based on the veggie tacos these guys were producing, that’s an excellent cause.