by phoenix | Jan 12, 2004 | Uncategorized
Good afternoon and welcome to Melbourne, where the temperature is pleasant, the stereo is playing beautiful tunes, the miso is delicious, the incense is lovely (thanks, nuwishas_tail) and where a kitten will soon be again. So, here’s the week...
by phoenix | Jan 11, 2004 | Uncategorized
I solemnly swear I will replace the ropes on my hammock every year rather than storing them and letting them wear through at a critical moment. Owie, owie, owie, my back! Despite that, last night’s Wild Marmalade meets Skin meets Ben Walsh...
by phoenix | Jan 9, 2004 | Uncategorized
A shout goes off around the Arts Factory campsite: hey, have you seen the possum? I’m not excited. I’ve seen ten possums in my life, more, in parks, in my mother’s garage. Then a rush of people… excited exclamations in a dozen accents. A snake has...
by phoenix | Jan 8, 2004 | Uncategorized
Last night was intense. Golden zurna melodies trickled down my back in swamp tropical heat, djembe picked my feet up and ran away with them, laughing into the infinity with the tinkling santur. My belly remembered how to move my hips so it could play at being...
by phoenix | Jan 3, 2004 | Uncategorized
Woodford is over for another year. Another amazing week of music and friends, although this time it was more the people than the music… Wish I was more eloquent… but I’m too mellow to craft this entry. Just take what pours out… Life’s too short....
by phoenix | Dec 24, 2003 | Uncategorized
Sleeps till Woodford: 0 Jezebel is safe with her friends Mel & Matt. Everything is packed. hermia8 and thunderchylde are waiting to carry me away. orethule, the bike is still yours if you want it… Call me… Bye all, see you on the flipside....
