Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Bridge Playlist: Wednesday July 30



Enjoying my constantly-changing radio-related image? No, of course you're not. You probably don't even care anyway. Sigh. Well, tonight's show focussed mainly on new Sydney music, and local boys Only The Sea Slugs came in for a chat. A fun time was had by all!

Smile THE RAY MANN THREE
Sharp White Teeth HERE COME THE BIRDS
In Your Dreams OUR MONK
Circles MCARTNEY
We, The Odd One ONLY THE SEA SLUGS
Dreamstate ONLY THE SEA SLUGS
These Roses GIN WIGMORE
Bones Bones Bones ERASE.RELEASE
B1 STOPSTARTER
Things GO/NO GO
Fists In My Pocket SUPER MASSIVE
Cuts Like Cuts KING JACK

Przemek Truscinski



Wow, I'm really dusting off some of these old articles here. This was originally written for Empty Magazine in 2006! Most of my articles from that period make me cringe, but there's something about this interview with Polish artist Przemek "Trust" Truscinski that I've always liked. See for yourself, maybe it's horrible. This interview was actually conducted all over email, too...

The night descends upon you like a suffocating, dark blanket. The man beside you collapses to the ground, so intoxicated he can’t speak nor hold himself up. Communist Poland cries with society’s collective pain. In a hazy back alleyway, a group of teenagers huddle around a steel drum roaring with the flames of burning dreams, exchanging needles between each other. It is in this time and place that the muse of Przemek Truscinski, or Trust as he is known in the art world, lives and breathes. Trust has been creating his unique comic works for the past fifteen years, works which have been published around the world and have garnered him critical acclaim.

Trust was born in Lodz, Poland in 1970, and he still lives in Poland. He has created a world of his own, a place were dark characters are brought to life.

“Living in a communist Poland, especially in Lodz, where almost every man lived a poor, shitful and dangerous life, had an effect on my style of drawing,” he says. “That's how it was behind the Iron Curtain. People from this side of the world are different

“The genesis of that dark, psychedelic style comes just from my childhood. I was living in a poor family. I was running away to my imaginary worlds, away from day-by-day problems. I used to be an introvert and my parents didn't mind what I was doing. I started doing comics at the high school of art, where I met a bunch of freaks who were just as creative as I was, and that helped me in making good decisions when doing comics in general.”

Trust grabbed his first break into the art community when he and a group of friends organised the first Comic Festival in Lodz. It was here that Trust first received awards and other people started to notice his works. Soon after, publishing houses caught wind of Trust’s incredible creations and started publishing his comics in Poland, and later internationally. Trust says that the inspiration for his works comes from a desire to challenge the observer.

“I just love whipping the readers' minds, that's for sure!” he says, “I treat myself as a typical pop-culture kid so all my inspiration comes from films, music videos and all that. I'm keen on art as well, no matter if it's Lascaux Cavern or modern art, really. Lots of stuff is taken from the fashion world, too. All of this is mixed with my personal life experience.”

In 1999, Trust embarked on one of his most ambitious comic projects – the ‘Dust’ project. The protagonist, Dust, is a street warrior who attempts to exterminate pushers and drug users rather than save the world in the conventional ‘hero’ manner. Trust says that Dust was born out of his resentment towards drugs and the effects they were having on those around him.

“I was completely pissed off by the fact that around 80% of my friends from Lodz are brain damaged thanks to drugs. No matter if it was hard stuff or marijuana, I started to lose my close mates,” he says. “I guess that everything must have its own proportions, even though I see myself as a party guy. Dust comes at the point when too many drugs are being abused. I wanted to create a superhero that wouldn't be either good or bad. Dust is a demon of revenge and... he simply tackles with people linked with drugs. No mercy!”

Another project that Trust has been involved with recently is the artwork for the new video game, The Witcher, which is based on the popular Polish fantasy icon of the same name. The project, Trust admits, whilst fulfilling, has been a labourious and difficult one.

“At one of the concerts of Cool Kids Of Death in Warsaw I met my old mate from Lodz who happened to be the creative art director of that game project,” Trust explains. “He offered me the job of designing the character of Witcher. I agreed and I tell you, I thought ‘it's gonna be easy’, but it cost me about half a year to make it! And when I was about to give up, I made this ultimate design which will hopefully be accepted by almost every orthodox fan of the Witcher in Poland. The whole project is highly anticipated all over the world. This game is gonna be a blast!”

Much of Trust’s artwork is available online at his website, http://www.trusthead.com/. The website is a work of art itself, a journey into an imaginary city where trips down dark alleys and peering through cloudy windows offer the viewer the chance to experience the many facets of Trust’s work. “I wanted to include all those elements that influenced me so much - my beautiful and freaked out city Lodz (we made thousands of pictures of that place) plus music without which I'm not able to draw (I picked The Young Gods, industrial pioneers from Switzerland).”

One such facet of work on display on Trust’s website is his art for advertisements. “I do it just for cash. I guess its manual work only. Surprisingly there is more and more stuff in the advertising world that is influenced by my own work. Weird but nice. The awareness of the power of illustration is growing bigger and bigger here in Poland.”

This awareness has meant that Trust has been branded with the label of ‘Godfather of Polish Comics’, a title which he isn’t completely at ease with.

“Oh, I feel shitful!” Trust exclaims. “True, I was the co-creator of the Polish scene and I know I've been an influence for the next generation of artists but this whole ‘Godfather’ thing makes me creepy... I don't want to be perceived as an 'instant classic' when I’m 36 years old! I presume that the best things are still yet to come.”

It’s been a long road for Przemek Truscinski – from the introverted child with a penchant for dark, psychedelic imagery to a man whose works are renowned worldwide and splashed across advertisements, comic books and video games. The hesitant godfather of Polish comics has risen up through the ranks of the art community, but is it as glamorous as it seems from the outside?

“Good question,” Trust replies. “It's the best thing I could be but, well it has messed up my life a little bit too! It's kinda like signing a pact with the devil! But... I pick up most of the girls ‘cause I create comics, you know! It's cool.”

Band of Horses: An interview with Ben Bridwell



I seem to constantly say this, but bushy-bearded Ben Bridwell (alliteration ahoy!) from Band of Horses reeeally was a nice guy. Have I ever had a grumpy interviewee, you ask? Well, James Lavelle wasn't the most loquacious individual, neither was the bass player from Phoenix. Anyway, Ben was friendly and had a strong passion from Australian music, which was nice to find.

Somewhere along the line, I skipped over Band of Horses and their debut record Everything All The Time. Certainly the blogosphere didn’t: Tiny Mix Tapes gave it a staggering 4.5 out of 5, Drowned in Sound crowned it with an 8, and home of the superfluous review, Pitchfork, deemed it worthy of 8.8 out of 10. Then I stumbled upon it myself, in almost epiphanous circumstances.

But now the band has graduated from indie-cool to just plain cool, harbouring a sound that simultaneously evokes images of early Neil Young and the oft-mentioned My Morning Jacket. Ben Bridwell is the affable and energetic brains behind Band of Horses. It’s been around a year and half since his band released their first record, and now they return with Cease To Begin, an album that picks up where the first left off. On the phone from Los Angeles, he’s settling in for a marathon interview schedule, and he’s surprisingly well-versed in Australian music, professing love for Augie March, The Triffids, “Rosie Tatt”, but leaves his utmost adoration for their upcoming touring partners, The Drones. “God I’m such a big fan of that band,” he beams.

Much has changed in the life of Ben Bridwell since his time in underground faves Carissa’s Wierd. Nowadays he sports a rather bushy beard, and his every move is salacious material for bloggers the world over, such as his now infamous run-in with a fan called Rosemary at a show in San Diego earlier this year. He’s also lost his partner in crime, former Carissa member and original equine guitarist, Mat Brooke. Bridwell says it affected the writing process for Cease to Begin, “but even with the first record, most [of the songs] had been written before Mat joined the band, so I was already pretty warmed up to the idea that I was going to have to write a new record. Or I was going to, not have to I guess. So I dunno, I was really excited just to be writing the songs that came out.”



Another change for Bridwell was moving south, from Seattle back to his home state of South Carolina, to the splendidly-named town of Mt Pleasant. Bridwell offers that the move did influence the record, but says “I guess it helped in the fact that I finally had some time alone. In Seattle, I would always be living with so many people and I could never feel like I was really alone so it was just good to have some solitude and I dunno, some time just to really dive deep into it.”

Is he a creature of solitude? “I can be,” Bridwell answers. “You know, it’s funny. At this point in my life I don’t own my life; there’s too many people that depend on me at all times. I don’t really feel like I have personal time anymore again. But at the same time it’s probably not the most healthy thing for me to be alone because no one sees me get as drunk as I can get [laughs].”

We wax lyrical about the joys of alcohol, with Bridwell expressing his love of beer and whisky: “It’s really unfortunate that they’re so good,” he laughs. When I suggest that the band could boost their merchandise sales by offering fans a Band of Horses cocktail, he immediately beams: “We’ve thought about doing a Band of Horses beer that… like, certain levels of the beer are a different pitch tone that you can blow into and play like a song or whatever. That’d be kinda cool.”

What’s even cooler, and that actually exists, is Asheville’s Echo Mountain Studios, where the band recorded the new album. Abandoned long ago by its original inhabitant (“Maybe IRS came after him, or he wasn’t paying his taxes, or some money fraud issue came up,” Bridwell proffers), the building is a majestically grand, old Baptist church which has been turned into a recording studio. It’s also home to an Evil Knievel pinball machine, and Bridwell is instantly laughing when I mention the game.

“God, I have a fucking crazy story for you,” he says before launching into a narrative about how studio owner Steve Wilmans had painfully waited for the daredevil to travel through Asheville just so he could get part of the machine signed. “One day, the new cleaning crew he had hired, they were a Mexican couple and they didn’t really speak very good English. And so he made sure to tell them, he pointed at the signature and he was like ‘No clean! Do not clean this pinball machine!’ Next day he comes in, sure enough, she had wiped it right clean. It’s so funny, that game is fantastic but I can tell that Steve’s a bit pained when he looks at it.”

There’s an air of enjoyment about everything Bridwell does. When I ask him if he felt pressure towards writing the follow-up to an internationally-renowned debut, he dismisses it by saying “I just tried not to think about that. We kind of defy all the odds, don’t we? We just kind of come out of nowhere and write a first record, ends up doing really well and then don’t give a shit that much for the second one, take it easy on it and then look at it – free and fun for everyone!”

Monday, July 28, 2008

Tommy Murphy



This was genuinely one of the most enjoyable interviews I've conducted in a long time. Tommy's garnering a significant reputation as one of the most exciting new playwrights around at the moment, and I had the extreme pleasure of chatting to him for a piece I did for Corker Magazine about his new production, Saturn's Return.

Is 40 the new 30? Is 30 the new 20? Is… well, you get the picture. As more women are delaying the continuation of the species, and kids are mooching off their parents way into their late twenties and early thirties, are we becoming a society of freewheeling, guiltless party animals, content to stave off inevitable adult maturity for as long as we can, vainly holding onto some skerrick of youthful abandonment? Or is it a generational shift; a rethinking of the traditional lifespan categories? Should adolescence necessarily finish when we turn 20? Do we have to be married by the time we’ve hit the big 3 – 0, burdened by a massive mortgage with a crippling interest rate, children, a full time job, having to relinquish our teenage fantasies?

Cradling an early morning coffee, playwright Tommy Murphy is asking those same questions, and channeling his inquisitiveness into a new theatre production. He’s entered the final stages of writing his new play, Saturn’s Return, which will premiere as part of the Sydney Theatre Company’s Wharf 2LOUD program in August. Saturn’s Return revolves around a couple staring point-blank at the looming shadows of adult responsibility – babies, houses, marriage – and turning 30. It’s a production that flitters in and out of reality, as the play’s two central characters draw out the ghosts of people from their past and travel to different locales and periods of time, trying to decide whether maturity is more fulfilling than adolescent freedom.

“This story is about this couple who set off on a bit of an adventure, or try to open the door to adventure,” begins Murphy from across one of the outdoor tables of King Cross’ CafĂ© Hernandez. “They feel that it might be the last time they can do that, [which includes] all sorts of things, particularly sexual adventures in their relationship, but also dragging up people from their past and trying to predict the future as well and in a way that spirals out of control.”

The impetus for their fantastical investigation is motivated by the woman’s fertility anxiety, and the questions she’s asking herself, about whether she should have a baby now, and whether she should have it with her partner. And if you’re wondering why she doesn’t have a name, that’s because she doesn’t have one… yet. “It’s just this thing,” Murphy sighs. “I always sort of stress over it, but it feels like you don’t really know them until you find a name that really sticks, so she changes her name almost daily at the moment.”

The play itself has also been in a constant stage of flux, Murphy admits. He’s been writing the play for close to 18 months, which might seem like an extravagantly long time, but he insists it’s been necessary. “I think it needs to take that long and this one’s been a strange play because I’ve really worked hard to try to make the idea of the play reveal itself to me, and write to find an idea, which felt right for this idea, or these characters in fact,” says Murphy.

“I even wrote like 100 pages of scenes and dialogue just to find the characters at the start, even before I began. It’s been that kind of play, which is sometimes a scary play for a writer because you feel that you’re asking the play to be a little bit more in control than you are in a way, and so that’s hopefully true.”

Tommy Murphy

With Murphy closing in on finishing the final pages of Saturn’s Return, he says a lot of the writing now is finding out what the play isn’t about. “I’ve been experimenting and opening up doors that sometimes need to be closed again,” he explains, such as writing a draft of the play where the characters were turning 40, rather than 30. “I realised no, there is something very particular about facing 30 and something very particular about it right now, and so it was that end of a prolonged adolescence and responsibility knocking that I wanted to write about. And hopefully also to write in a voice that I have quite a bit of authority on, being, you know, my age,” he adds with a laugh.

Which is exactly where the idea for the play came from. At the tail end of his twenties, Murphy’s sister informed him he was about to enter his Saturn return phase, which means that Saturn would be in the same position in the universe as it was when he was born. In astrology, this phase is usually denoted by a time of contemplation, of accepting responsibility or choosing to offset it for a while longer. So not only would the title Saturn’s Return make no sense if the characters were any older, but, as Murphy says, there’s something momentous about turning 30.

“I was interested in what particularly happens before 30 and also what responsibility my generation might be being asked to examine and embrace,” he says. Particularly in the 21st century, the notion of prolonged adolescence is at the heart of Generation X and Y. It’s not an idea that would have been discussed in the 1980s. “Yeah, you’re right,” agrees Murphy. “I think there is a prolonged adolescence now, which I think in many ways is a very good thing.”

On the surface, a prolonged adolescence may appear to be no more than a bunch of lazy, irresponsible twenty-somethings looking to shirk off adulthood for as long as they can while they continue to do weekly lines of coke, drink to excess, indulge their sexual freedom and then stumble back to their parents’ house when the sun is rising. But, I offer to Murphy, with the average life expectancy increasing, perhaps it’s reasonable to think that so too would the loosely defined phases of our lives, like adolescence. If we’re going to be working ‘til we drop to pay off the debts that weigh us down, why not enjoy life while we’re still young and active?

“It’s a positive idea,” says Murphy. “It’s not saying, ‘Generation wake up and take on responsibility’, even though that idea is there in this play. I think it’s more about enjoying the fact that we have a prolonged adolescence and there is something progressive about that.”

The driving force behind the play’s discussion of prolonged adolescence is the female half of the couple. And like a musician to his instruments, Murphy holds a deep affection for the characters he’s created, and admits writing this particular character has been extremely fun. “That’s kind of why I invented her,” he explains. “She seems to be full of possibilities and she’s courageous in terms of testing things of her life, and testing the possibilities and boundaries of her own life. I think people are drawn to this character because she’s a very reckless person and when she sees she’s going through this big transformation and upheaval in her life, she does a really wide ranging investigation of that change.”

The reckless side of the character is introduced early on in the piece when she proposes that she and her partner partake in a threesome. “She says let’s sort of test those things and asks ‘Why don’t we have more threesomes’ and just ‘Why don’t we’ grows and grows,” Murphy says. Sex in theatre can be a difficult subject to broach, something which he’s definitely aware of. “I can’t avoid it at the moment,” admits Murphy, whose previous work was the extremely popular Holding The Man, based on the memoirs of the Australian writer and actor Timothy Conigrave and his fifteen-year homosexual relationship with his partner John Caleo.

“I saw [Saturn’s Return] going down that route. I was writing that dialogue and she says something about a threesome and I was like ‘Fuck, again, here we go’, and trying to justify it: sex is the body politic or whatever. But no, it’s just… I dunno, just a horny playwright,” he says with a laugh.

“And fuck yeah I love sex,” he continues with gusto, “and I think people should talk about it more. And I think we shouldn’t be shy of it, we should get together in a room and turn off the lights and giggle about it. That’s one thing theatre can do, and that’s very good for us.”

Perhaps we’re not delaying responsibility then, but just holding onto the joie de vivre of youth for as long as we can. Peter Pan was lucky - he never had to think about growing up. The rest of us, though, aren’t blessed with eternal youth, so what’s wrong with having a little fun while we’re still young?

John Butler Trio: An interview with John Butler

John Butler Trio

I interviewed John in January of '07, a few days before Big Day Out and the release of his Trio's latest album, Grant National, for the cover of The Brag. The interview took place in a hotel in Surry Hills, Sydney - and even when he's staying in hotels, John has his guitars and his recording equipment set up just in case inspiration comes to him.

He’s the kind of guy you can imagine will inspire future generations of musicians to spray-paint “JB 4 PM” roughly on the backs of their guitars. And if you think about it, John Butler – musician, environmentalist, philanthropist – would probably make the coolest world leader in centuries, with his brown dreadlocks and purposely-overgrown right hand fingernails; far cooler than Clinton and his toolshed shenanigans, or Castro and his penchant for fine Cuban cigars.

You can’t help but be inspired by John when he’s speaking so passionately about his beliefs. Since releasing his first self-titled album in 1999, John’s brilliant acoustic guitar skills, combined with lyrics that deal not only with his personal life but the world around him, has garnered him a massive fan base, both here and abroad. Staunchly independent, he’s released a number of studio and live albums with his revolving Trio under Jarrah Records, a label he co-owns with folk act The Waifs. In 2005, John moved into philanthropic work, starting the JB Seed program which provides funding for developing arts and culture projects.

He’s coming off the back of his band’s most popular record, Sunrise Over Sea, which not only debuted at Number 1 on the ARIA Charts, but the lead single ‘Zebra’ won a 2004 ARIA Award for Song of the Year. But John seems content as we kick back in his hotel room, a day before the Sydney Big Day Out; recording gear in one corner, a well-worn 12-string acoustic resting next to my couch which he plays for me during our chat. He’s finally finished his new beast, Grand National, a title which echoes John’s desire to create universality in music and in life.

It’s an album that’s pure JBT, but there’s a sense of something new, of a new element to the Trio. “The only direction I’m interested in is forward,” states my hypothetical future Prime Minister. “I keep on wanting to make the next album better than the last one, that’s the dream. I’m glad I’ve made something I’m very happy with and it’s definitely a great reflection of where I am as a writer and where we are as a band, and where I am in my head, talking about what’s going on inside me and around me.”

Be it the banjo on the opening track ‘Better Than’, turntables on ‘Daniella’ or the overdriven riffage of ‘Devil Running’, Grand National is – and there’s no other word for it – funky. John’s funkiness was brought out with the help of producer Mario Caldato Jr, best known for his work with the Beastie Boys. “There’s a lot of swing and groovier beats on this album that I was writing, and my aim was to make sure we got it swinging,” says John. “The Beastie Boys thing was the main inspiration. He didn’t fully understand the guitar for a while [laughs].” It’s the first time that John has had someone other than himself producing the album, and admits it was a big deal putting his “baby” in someone else’s hands. “It was definitely a big subject to broach. It’s like leaving your kids at the babysitter for the first time. You know everything about them, and you’re leaving them with somebody who doesn’t know your baby. It was a big thing, but he was the perfect guy.”

John Butler

Lyrically, John doesn’t shy away from the issues that affect him the most: social justice, politics, the environment, his wife Danielle and his children. He’s known more for his political viewpoints, but on Grand National John explains he’s focusing on personal issues. “I think more and more I’m peeling off the different aspects of the human condition. Essentially politics, society, environment – all those things are human conditions. If you take the ‘ism’ off it or you take the heading off it, you get more and more down to the human condition and the human issues behind it. Essentially we all want the same things. We want peace; we want equality; we want justice. We all want clear air and clean water. Yes they’re environmental, they’re political. You can put them in those realms and you can fight them in those realms, but essentially they’re human rights and they’re things we need to survive, as well as love and all those other things. So I think I’m writing about those things in that way, as well as celebrating the love for my wife and the love for my children.”

Like Midnight Oil before them, the John Butler Trio have positioned themselves as a band who speak strongly about social issues. While there was a huge political movement in music during the time of the Vietnam War, John says the drop in people singing about these issues comes down to how they’re polarised in the media. “These are issues that are not black or white. A sliver of black, a sliver of white, and a multitude of grey layers that is life. Some of these things are real duality subjects. Abortion: nobody wants to see kids be killed and nobody wants to see a 16 year old who’s been gang-raped be forced to have a child.”

John says the “with us or against us” attitude presented by politicians and the media drives people to feel as though they don’t have the authority to talk about certain subjects. “You feel you have to have a doctorate in philosophy or environmental science, or you can’t talk about the nuclear debate without being a nuclear physicist – what a load of bullshit. That’s how the extremes want it to be. You don’t get on the playing field, you don’t feel like its part of your right to have an opinion. And when you don’t have an opinion, then you don’t vote for that opinion, and then you don’t have any power and they do what they fucking like.”

To take the issues back to the people, John talks about simplifying and bringing them down to the human element. “You don’t polarise it or dumb the subject down, you simplify it into its purest form, which is the human form.”

Well, he’s got my vote.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Bridge Playlist: Wednesday July 23



It's a sad day for the Australian music industry, because local artist Jesse Younan passed away today after a hard-fought battle with cancer. His last record A Bad Day for a Migraine was a fantastic little album, and he'll be sorely missed.

On a more egocentric note, I promise I'll update this blog with some new articles in the next few days.

Migraine JESSE YOUNAN
Catch Me CHAMBERS
This War AMY MEREDITH
Paris FIREKITES
Eight Hr Valentine THE INSTANT
You're Not Really A Deception 1-2-SEPPUKU
Four Walls COG
Rock Out With Your Glock Out LUMINARSI
Get Off My Stage CHAINGANG
Telephone THE HOLIDAYS
44 Gallon Drum THE CROOKED FIDDLE BAND
I Want You Bad GREAT APES
Mercy JESSE YOUNAN

Monday, July 21, 2008

Missy Higgins

Missy Higgins

Seems like eons ago I wrote this story. It's now about 14 or 15 months old, written originally for Brag's Missy Higgins cover. I was supposed to interview Missy in person which would have been excellent, instead I was stuck at the tail-end of a 2-day long interview marathon for her then-new record, On A Clear Night. She was still totally personable and endearing, so it wasn't all that bad.

If you’ve harboured any doubts that Missy Higgins isn’t the real deal, then I’m hear to put your disbelief to bed. If Melissa Morrison Higgins always appears affable, personable and saccharine sweet, then that’s because she really is. Although… I did get to her to say “bullshit” once in 25 minutes.

Her new baby is On A Clear Night, a record that’s been in gestation ever since she gave birth to her firstborn LP, the astronomically successful The Sound Of White. “I started writing actually as soon as I finished recording The Sound of White,” explains Missy from down the phone line. “‘100 Round the Bends’, one of the songs on the album, I actually wrote while I was recording The Sound of White. So I started quite early because I knew there would a lot of pressure for the second album and I didn’t want to write songs under anyone’s stopwatch. It hasn’t been too bad.”

The young 23 year old Melbournian’s foot in the door came courtesy of Triple J’s Unearthed competition, when in 2001 she stole the radio station’s, and its listeners, heart with the gorgeous piano balled ‘All For Believing’ and the catchy acoustic pop ditty ‘Greed For Your Love’. With propulsion courtesy of the singles ‘Scar’ and ‘Ten Days’, her debut album The Sound of White rocketed to the apex of the ARIA Charts, where it planted itself for 7 weeks. It also garnered her enough awards to fill an Ikea store: 6 ARIA Awards and 2 APRA Awards thanks to the success of ‘Scar’ and the album it’s found on.

Though she’s first and foremost a pianist, the majority of the songs on On A Clear Night have guitar as the foundation. With most of the record written while she was on the road, Missy admits that the ease of writing on guitar, as opposed to having to “lug your keyboard in, plug it in, set it all up and get headphones” meant that necessity bred invention. She’s also a better guitar player for it. “I hadn’t been playing guitar very long for the first album so I think I’m definitely a better guitar player, and probably a worse piano player because I haven’t been able to play it much over the last few years,” she laughs.

Travelling to LA, Missy enlisted the production talents of Mitchell Froom (Crowded House, Sheryl Crow, Elvis Costello) to help bring On A Clear Night to life. “He just got a real … quirkiness about his production that I found really intriguing but at the same time he really brings out the individualism and personality of the songwriter and the singer so I thought we’d make a really good combination,” avers Missy. “I think my songs are very lyrically and vocally driven and I think that what’s he really does best, while at same time really making the recordings have a lot of personality to them.”

Missy Higgins

Two other artists that helped Missy along the way were Tim Finn, who contributed backup vocals to ‘Going On’ and guitar to the feisty ‘Peachy’, and drummer extraordinaire Matt Chamberlain, best known for his work with Tori Amos and Fiona Apple. Of Chamberlain, Missy says: “[He’s] a drummer that I always thought, in my mind, he’d be my ultimate choice to play with because I had a Tori Amos live album [To Venus and Back] and I thought, ‘Wow that drummer is amazing’. He’s so effortless and completely unassuming.”

On A Clear Night is clearly – no pun intended – the sound of a maturing artist. Missy started experimenting with song structures, saying that “I guess it was just a subconscious thing to go down that road because after a while if you keep writing songs with the same formula it gets a bit boring and old so I just wanted to try new ways of writing and production”.

The haunting echoes of closing track ‘Forgive Me’ were recorded in Mitchell Froom’s “pub”, a room in his house that, aside from having a bar with enough liquor to intoxicate a bikie gang, was tiled floor to ceiling: “We just basically set up, we just put one microphone in the middle of the room and I just sat down with my guitar and just sung the song through a couple of times.” Then there’s her song called ‘Angela’, which was inspired by a black and white Gone With The Wind still. Lyrically, Missy wrote from the point of view of an imaginary woman, vying for Clarke Gable’s affection, jealous of what Vivien Leigh has.

“I guess I write with two extremes,” explains Missy. “[One] is writing from my personal life and sometimes being very intimate and personal, and the other extreme is me putting myself in the mind of a totally fictional character and just having fun playing that role. [Fictional stores] are much easier to talk about because there’s no chance of you giving away too much about your personal life. But on the other hand it’s nice to write personal songs because then it feels really cathartic to play them live and to get them down on tape.”

With the album recorded, mixed, mastered, packaged and waiting to be loaded into the van to be delivered to record stores around Australia, Missy’s taking time to help Triple J select artists to open for her forthcoming national tour. “I feel like I owe so much to Triple J for helping me out at the beginning of my career so any hand that I can have in helping young acts get noticed and get out there, I’m kind of jumping at.” She’s also moving into the world of activism: having donated her time to PETA in the past, she’s now lending her voice to Reformation Australia to hopefully, finally, get the government to apologise for the injustices committed to indigenous Australians.

“We’re looking at promoting just reconciliation across Australia. There’s a lot about the Indigenous culture that we don’t understand yet and I think it’s really important to try and get that information out there because these are our brothers and sisters that we’re living with in our daily life that we really don’t know enough about and we don’t understand why they’re struggling the way that they are. I think the key to that is education. I don’t understand what the big deal is about saying sorry. There’s a lot to say sorry for. I think just that one little word represents respect and understanding.”

Friday, July 18, 2008

Sophie Howarth

Sophie Howarth photographing Lenka from Decoder Ring

I interviewed the Big Day Out's official photographer, Sophie Howarth, for an art mag called Empty. (Yes, sometimes I write about more than music. Who knew such pleasures existed?) We'd played phone tag a couple of times before actually catching each other at the same time, but she was still so warm and friendly to chat to.

An effervescent Sophie Howarth begins our conversation by telling me, “I take photos to remember my life,” which is then followed by a hearty laugh that rings down the phone line. Can I quote you as saying that, I ask. “Yeah, why not. It’s a good way to start, isn’t it?”

While every second person you pass on the street sees themselves as a photographer, Sophie is a little different. Not everyone you pass is regarded as the official photographer for the Big Day Out festival. Nor do they have the cream of the Australian and international music industry in their portfolio, as evidenced by her book Peace, Love and Brown Rice, which photographically documents the Big Day Out since its inception in 1992 until 2005. It’s not bad for someone whose original artistic plans didn’t involve photography at all.

Sophie went to art school “for art. I did painting and drawing and printmaking”. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll photography came later, when she was first introduced into the world of the Big Day Out by her longtime partner, and Modular Records head honcho Steve Pavlovic, in 1992. “I guess photography came to me in a way,” Sophie says, and recalls “people just asked me ‘Do you have a camera?’ I discovered that’s how I actually liked photographing”. This was soon followed by endless nights battling the mosh, standing front row in a sweat-drenched t-shirt, honing her skills. “When you’re younger, you can do anything and go everywhere,” says the photographer (who’s far from old at 36 years of age). “I used to go to the Metro every single night of the week. When you look back, you have a retrospective mind; you can see how it all happened. But when you’re in it, you don’t even know what’s going on, you just do it.”

After slaving away in the world of advertising for six years, Sophie is reaping the rewards of years of hard work in the form of Peace, Love and Brown Rice, which was published early last year. “I love music, and music and photos go together pretty well.” The book, the first published on the Big Day Out, came about due to the amount of photos Sophie had taken for the event: over 20 000 were culled down to fit into 224 pages. “I’ve got a studio full of photography and it was like ‘What are they going to do, sit there forever?’”

Sipping on dandelion tea on the other end of the line, Sophie’s a mile away from her beer-drenched Metro Theatre beginnings. Her work has made its way into most of Australia’s major music publications, and she’s become the record company’s go-to girl for shots of Magic Dirt, Something for Kate, Youth Group, Grinspoon and countless other bands. So how does Sophie manage to stay afloat in a sea of photographers? “I think it’s understanding how it works,” she answers. “It’s a real stop and start cash flow scenario. But it’s knowing you need lots of different aspects.”

So what sets her apart from the rest? “I follow my heart.”

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Gabriella Cilmi



In 2008, at least, the future of Aussie pop rests upon this Melbourne teenager. I interviewed Gabriella for Fasterlouder.com.au, just hours before supporting James Blunt in Sydney. She was as lovely as you'd expect her to be, though the whole chat was a blur; she was whisked in and out of the room in less than 15 minutes. The price of pop stardom, I guess.

I always knew Gabriella Cilmi was a liar. Even before the young pop starlet swept into the room, decked out in all black, an outfit which complements her long, dark hair and olive European descendant skin, I harboured my suspicions.

See, when Cilmi sings, “Nothing’s sweet about me,” the opposite couldn’t be truer. The doe-eyed 16-going-on-25-year-old is saccharine sweet, and – I have to admit – far too attractive for a teenager. If this was George Orwell’s utopia, the Thought Police would have been onto me the first seconds of the interview.

I’ve caught up with Australia’s latest pop princess mere hours before she graces the stage as support for James Blunt, shows that mark her inaugural Australian tour. 'Sweet About Me' is sitting atop the charts and her debut disc Lessons To Be Learned is a week away from release. If she’s nervous, she hides it well, or she’s got a fantastic makeup artist. Reclining in Michael Gudinski’s private office tucked away within the labyrinthine bowels of the Sydney Entertainment Centre, with her pointy shoes sticking out from underneath her tucked-up legs (sorry Mike, shoes on the lounge), Cilmi’s adopting her best diva impersonation but failing miserably. She’s no Mariah Carey.

“My mum always used to play music around the house,” she begins when I start the conversation by asking her whether music has always been a part of her life, “but I always used to like watching it on TV, so she’d always have videos of Suzie Quarto playing 'Can The Can', or Sting or T-Rex, and I always liked watching it and listening to it too. I was just one of those people that always used to sing around wherever I went. It was just part of me.”

Inevitably, in what seems to be a rite of passage for musically and non-musically inclined kids alike, Cilmi was enrolled in piano lessons at age 8 but “my piano teacher told me I had no musicality when I was 10, or younger, which was really strange so that kinda crushed me a bit.” Not one to give up, Cilmi pursued the singing trail and eventually picked up the guitar, playing covers of Jet, Led Zeppelin and Kings Of Leon with friends in her garage. “Janis Joplin was my idol. All I wanted to do was scream,” she laughs.



So how does a Melbourne teenager, daughter of Italian immigrants, move from angsty rocker to soulful pop princess? Quite by chance, it seems. “Every year we’d go to this Festival thing, or Fiesta, and we’d go to church before and then afterwards we’d have this party and it’s all for charity so people auction off their homemade cheese or wine or salami, whatever, for charity,” she explains, laughing that those are the types of “events where you’re like ‘I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go’, but you end up going.” Coerced by her uncle to sing The Rolling Stones’ Jumping Jack Flash, the song didn’t go down well with the older Italian crowd but was a hit for one man in attendance – Michael Parisi, the head of Festival Mushroom Records.

Signed by the age of 13, Cilmi was sent on whirlwind world trips, showcasing her material in New York, LA and London, playing “acoustic sets to different record company executives in, like, board rooms, with maybe two people staring at you.” Living the ultimate Hannah Montana life, she would meet with record labels during school holidays, but back in class she’d tell her friends that she was visiting relatives in Italy or travelling to Queensland. “I didn’t want to tell them in case things didn’t quite work out,” Cilmi explains. “I’d just go to Queensland and come back with no tan!” See! I knew she was a liar!

Despite what allusions her first single, 'Sweet About Me', may make, Lessons to be Learned is far from rooted in the soul aesthetic that many people assumed after first hearing Cilmi’s mature notes. “[The album’s] a bit all over the place,” she smiles, saying that at one stage it was going to be called Messy, which would have given nefarious music critics way too much fuel if they hated the record. The song has also given birth to the epithet “The Next Amy Winehouse”. Then again, Duffy, Adele and almost every other singer coming out of the UK at the moment is being tagged with that comparison by a short-sighted media, something which Cilmi is acutely aware of. “I was recording the album before I knew she existed, so I’m like, people can say that but once they hear the rest of the album, hopefully they change their mind..”

No doubt their minds will change. It’s a multifaceted record: you’ve got the Ronettes groove of 'Sweet About Me', opener 'Save The Lies' which melds Stevie Wonder slap bass synthesiser and ‘90s pop arrangements, and more down-tempo tunes like 'Awkward Games' and the Morcheeba-esque 'Einstein'. “I think it’s because I like so many types of music and I guess I just tried heaps of different things,” posits Cilmi about Lessons to be Learned’s diversity.

Another element in the song writing process were her collaborators, UK production house Xenomania, whose back catalogue includes Girls Aloud, Rachel Stevens, the Minogue sisters, Sugababes and even Franz Ferdinand. She spent a year in the UK writing the album with Xenomania, in a quaint house in Kent that once belonged to Alice Little, the muse for Lewis Carroll’s titular protagonist in Alice in Wonderland. “It was just funny working with people [who are] really pop producers,” explains Cilmi, who comes from a rock background and professes mushy love for the Followill family. “But we came up with something in between what we both liked, and it worked really well for us. I did kind of learn a lot [from them].”

It’s been three years since Cilmi first signed on the dotted line, a marathon journey for anyone, let alone a woman growing up with the added pressure of record labels on her small shoulders. So now that Lessons to be Learned is on the eve of a release, how does she feel about the record? “I feel like it’s a good way to introduce me to people,” she answers. “But things that were about something that meant something to you back then don’t mean as much to you later on. It’s just funny to think you’d write about that. You can pinpoint different memories to your songs; it’s kind of like a photo album in a way.”

And with a sweet smile and a polite handshake, Gabriella Cilmi is whisked off to another interview, a concert and pop superstardom.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Silverchair: An interview with Daniel Johns

Silverchair

I enjoyed this interview for a number of reasons, not least because I grew up listening to the music of Daniel Johns and Silverchair, and that at the time of me interviewing Johns, it was one of my first "big" interview subjects; I'd only been a writer for around 18 months at this stage. Secondly, it was the fact that he was the opposite to what I'd pictured him to be, and he wasn't the somnambulist drug-abuser he's become.

The following piece ran in the Sun Herald the week of the release of Young Modern, much to the discontent of EMI. I originally interviewed Johns for The Brag and supposedly I didn't have the clearance to write another piece for the Herald. Anyway, it ran, it happened, and here it is. You can read The Brag's Silverchair cover story at Fasterlouder. It was also cited in a Wikipedia article, which was pretty exciting.

Daniel Johns is a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a white-speckled grey t-shirt. When you think about it, it’s a miracle that he’s still making music: from finding fame when he was 14, Johns grew into a man in the public eye. At the age of 20, his band Silverchair had sold five million records. But all the pressure upon such young shoulders started to take its toll, with Johns suffering from anxiety and depression. By the time the band had released their third album Neon Ballroom in 1999, his anxiety had manifested into anorexia. He admits that during that period, food was his enemy, and he was afraid that people were trying to poison him.

After exhuming his demons, the recording of Silverchair’s masterful opus Diorama was fraught with its own dramas: namely, Johns’ development of crippling reactive arthritis. This hindered the band’s chances to play live and take the album to the country, and many fans feared the worst for their favourite Novocastrians.

So when I meet Daniel Johns for our scheduled midday appointment at the luxurious Quay Hotel, he’s not what I expect. Smoking a cigarette – his addiction courtesy of his wife, pop star and former Neighbours bombshell Natalie Imbruglia, who gave Johns his first “tube” – Johns is effusive, witty and light-hearted; laughing opening, not reserved or withdrawn as I’d anticipated. He’s no longer gaunt and the flowing blond locks have been shed in favour for centimetre-short hair.

Silverchair

It’s obvious he’s pleased with his new baby, Young Modern, Silverchair’s fifth and most diverse record to date. “I kind of decided not to go in a direction with this one,” he says, opting instead to “genre-hop”. After the intricacy of Diorama, Johns’ admits his goal for the new album was to “simplify”. “Nick [Launay] that I produced the album with,” he explains, “really helped with that. We were talking about how we could make it really simple, like Beatles simple [laughs]. Like Revolver, it’s unusual, it’s quirky – like I think this record is – but it’s also so simple and so easy to pick up a guitar and learn it. So I wanted to make a really eccentric, psychedelic pop album with rock and roll elements as well.”

The musical menagerie that is Young Modern ebbs and flows, from the grandiose Beach Boys influence of ‘If You Keep Losing Sleep’ with its layered instrumentation, stirring strings, marching band snare rolls and shifting tempos, to opening number ‘Young Modern Station’ which Johns describes, with a laugh, as “Sonic Youth crossed with Talking Heads crossed with, like, The Jam or something.”

It’s also the first Silverchair record that Johns has collaborated with another songwriter since 1997’s Freak Show. After writing all the material for Neon Ballroom and Diorama, Johns co-wrote a handful of tracks on Young Modern with The Presets’ Julian Hamilton, who is also a member of Johns’ other project The Dissociatives which he formed with electronic artist Paul Mac. Johns had written 54 songs for the album, but once Hamilton became involved, “it kind of put a different slant on it, which I really liked. It brought a straighter side to the record. It was all pretty crazy.” Hamilton spun his magic on ‘Mind Reader’, the Roy Orbison-sounding number ‘Waiting All Day’, and ‘Straight Lines’, which debuted atop the ARIA Singles Charts.

“When I started writing with Jules, I tried to get into writing really good pop songs; things that were instantly palatable so they were like an invitation into the more crazier or avant-garde end of the record.” So did he ever consider writing with drummer Ben Gillies, who co-wrote the band’s first two albums with Johns? “Not for this record, because we didn’t really talk about it,” he answers. “After I’d finished my demos, me and Jules were hanging out quite a bit. It was really natural; it was never a big business plan.”

After overcoming his reactive arthritis and forming The Dissociatives in 2003, Johns announced that Silverchair were going on an “indefinite hiatus”. With Gillies joining pop outfit Tambalane and bassist Chris Joannou moving into the production seat for two albums by The Mess Hall, rumours were flying that the band had come to an end. Johns had even planned on Young Modern being a solo record, but it wasn’t until Silverchair performed at the WaveAid charity concert in 2005 that he decided to reunite with his best friends. “It’s really hard to give up being in a band that I think is a really good live band,” states Johns, a fact which the boys confirmed at Friday night’s massive Young Modern album launch at CarriageWorks, the recently transformed Eveleigh Rail Yards. “I know we’re really good friends and we make good music. I guess after [WaveAid] I decided it would be better if it was a Silverchair record, because I wanted to play with those guys again.

“I had a really strong vision of what the album should sound like, stronger than any other record we’ve ever done,” continues Johns, who also takes co-production credits on Young Modern. Johns says he wanted to create a “high fidelity White Album” but he didn’t want to make it sound like a retro pop album. “If you’re going to do a record that’s supposed to be retro, it’s so hard to top the ones that have already been done. You’re not going to make a record that sounds better than the White Album. No one’s ever going to do it. People try and try and they’re never going to be anything more than second. It doesn’t appeal to me. I want to come first!”

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Bridge Playlist: Tuesday July 15



Every week I host a show on FBi Radio here in Sydney called The Bridge, which is on every night from 8pm, where we play an hour of only music from Sydney. I usually host Wednesday's edition, but because I'm going to Cirque du Soleil tomorrow night, I swapped for a Tuesday shift. Here's what I played.

Oh, and tonight's show came complete with a phone call from a completely wasted girl called Jo wanting to serenade me with Jason Mraz's 'Butterfly'. Ahh, I love this city sometimes...

DEEP SEA ARCADE Crouch End
CAPTAINS Take A Photo of Me
PERET MAKO Lost In This
SAM SHINAZZI Today We Lost A Great One
THE BAKERY Pie
ART VS SCIENCE Hollywood
ASH PHOENIX Anywhere But Here
SPIT SYNDICATE Weapon of Choice
MR PERCIVAL All of My People
OUTLIER Fall
FURTHER Bitter 'n' Rough
123 AMAZING Tender Is
RUFUS FEDERATION Livin' On The Harbour

Bridezilla @ the Annandale Hotel, Saturday June 14

Bridezilla

This review was originally written for The Brag about a month ago. Bridezilla are one of those rare acts whose mixture of youthful exuberance and sheer talent makes them so damn exciting.

Congratulations Bridezilla, you’ve finally graduated. Headlining on a Saturday night at the hasllowed Annandale Hotel is akin to taking the stage dressed in your ceremonial garb, shaking hands with some old geezer you’ve never seen in your life but judging by his mortar board he’s important and receiving that little piece of paper you’ve been working so hard for.

The teenage five-piece were a drawcard for so long because they were just that: teenagers. But they’ve transcended the image as we’ve come to realise that, tender age or not, they write some amazing songs which blend the moodiness of The Dirty Three with the flavour of PJ Harvey.

But before we got our teenage kicks, Sydney’s buzziest band Firekites were given main support duties. I love this band, I have to admit. I’d hazard a guess that the majority of the Annandale patrons had never seen Firekties live, and this set would have done nothing to endear them in the heart of these virgins. An excruciatingly long setup time marred the mood of crowd and band alike; Firekites' frustration palpable throughout the truncated set. The melodies were still beautiful, but Jane Tyrell’s absence was glaringly obvious. Go back in time and see them at their album launch at the Hoey. Or, check them out at the next gig. Just give them a chance, please!

No such excuses are needed for Bridezilla. OK, so they started slowly, taking a while to warm to the occasion. (Hey, it’s their graduation show after all. Nerves are forgivable.) The exception was the diminutive, eruptive Daisy Tulley on the violin. Goddamn she was rocking! She revelled in the moment, balancing precariously on the bar while she played that violin so badass that Warren Ellis would have knelt at her altar. She even undertook vocals in a brand new song, ‘If I Had a Child’. It was awkward and hesitant, but nonetheless promising.

‘Brown Paper Bag’ was the moment it all changed. Holiday Sidewinder’s husky voice is so emotive and endearing, uncommercial in a commercial way, if that makes sense? Whatever, ‘Brown Paper Bag’ is their golden tune. After that song, the whole band stepped up a notch and charged full pace towards the finish line. Millie Hall proves the saxophone can be played with gusto and bravado and not sound like a ‘80s throwback. Pia May plays understated guitar lines in her self-effacing way, but her presence is essential. Ditto Josh Bush, whose drumming is sadly overshadowed by the girls at the front, decked out in vintage fashions bought off eBay and retired drag queens.

The future is bright for Bridezilla. Their talent is abundant; their ideas fresh and electric. Rounding off the set with another newie, ‘Forth and Fine’, it was obvious that Bridezilla had graduated with flying colours. Kudos you, Bridezilla. Kudos you.

Monday, July 14, 2008

What I've Been Listening To: Week Commencing July 14, 2008

Slowdive

A love of all things Nineties, plus a rampage on my new favourite music site, emusic.com, informed my listening choices this week.

Slowdive - Pygmalion (1995)
Despite the seemingly effortless nature of their music, I love how the cessation of this band signalled the end of the shoegaze movement. To have that much power... Anyway, Pygmalion was a departure from their previous efforts, but it's still a gorgeous and mellow piece of work.

Failure - Fantastic Planet (1996)
I had a space rock fixation around Wednesday last night, for some reason. Not too sure why. Space rock kinda fascinates me for inexplicable reasons. I was drawn to Failure because of my obsession with the work of guitarist Troy Van Leeuwen (A Perfect Circle, Queens of the Stone Age) who's one of my favourite axe-slingers and first garnered attention with his work for Failure. Though he didn't play on Fantastic Planet, this is still a criminally underrated piece of Nineties alt-rock, overshadowed by the output of Smashing Pumpkins and Hum.

Cave In - Antenna (2003)
Frontman Stephen Brodsky admitted all he's been trying to do his entire career is rip off Failure, and though Cave In were originally a hardcore band, traces of Failure can be found in their Antenna disc, a radical departure for the band where they embraced a stronger and more commercial rock sensibility. Still, there's some killer riffs in here, and the songs are unobtrusively intelligently composed.

Codeseven - Dancing Echoes/Dead Sounds (2004)
Released on indie American label Equal Visions in '04, Codeseven were dogged by comparisons to Cave In their whole career. When Cave In ditched the screams, so did Codeseven. Coincidence? Ask the Tuttles. Dancing Echoes/Dead Sounds sounds like the natural evolution from Fantastic Planet, space rock for the 21st century. It's anachronistic, and there's some holes in the disc, but there are moments of brilliance.

Of Montreal - Missing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? (2007)
Ahh, the sound of Kevin Barnes' brain eating itself. Gloriously pop, despite the dark nature of the lyrical content and its backstory. It's an erratic album that someone flows coherently. Mental illness hasn't sounded so good since Pet Sounds.

Welcome to the Inside of My Skull



I'm not sure if anyone is actually reading this blog at the moment, and if by the time this blog starts generating some smatterings of traffic whether it will drift down this far, but welcome to my blog. Ostensibly I've set this up for a competition that shall not be named, but I figure it might be a good way to showcase those works that I'm happy with, rather than the thousands which I never want to read again but that Google wants to nefariously list atop its searches.

So over the course of however long I can be bothered maintaining this blog, I'll post articles, reviews... ummm, I'm sure other stuff will creep in too. Maybe a list of what I've been listening to, just to inflate my own sense of self-importance. It's not like anyone actually cares what I listen to, anyway.