MARCH PHOTO REVIEW-
Sam Wagan Watson
Yes, the air was redolent with Nostalgia that Sunday afternoon, and the Croquet Club crowded with Poets, old Anarchists and unreconstructed Thought Criminals come to witness the unexpected return of Brisbane’s legendary anarcho-jazz punks, The Tapeloops appearing as the Kurilpa Poets’ March Mystery Musicians, and to sample the cosmopolitan Word Work of debonair Feature Poet, Sam Wagan Watson.
Not that the ‘Loops themselves were succumbing to nostalgia. Eschewing the guitar driven sound of their “rock” period, and playing only a single “hit” from their back catalogue, the ‘Loops appear to have gone back to their ‘experimental roots’.
Their current format is based around keyboards, trumpet, bass and viola layered over simple but hypnotic rhythm tracks. They deliver not so much songs as musical landscapes over which the poetry of the mad Reverend Hellfire wanders.
After a well received set it was time for the open Mic. Alas, we then discovered that Cam Logan, our MC for the day, had gone AWOL (he was later discovered hiding in a Goodwill bin in Ipswich)
Without missing a beat Rev H stepped in (no rest for the wicked) and the scheduled programming resumed.
Amongst the usual suspects hitting the stage during Open Mic that day were;
the very venerable Eido Boru,
the ever erudite Michael Vaughan
Kurilpa Poetry Cup finalist Cahala
man-of-words, Thomas Nelson,
globe trotting Anarcho-Christian gadfly Ciaron O’Reilly,
Kurilpa Elder and Chorister Paul Dobbyn
the inspirationally iconoclastic John Tracey
an extremely bright Judith Light, the unassuming Bill Henderson
brother in arms Nigel QPapaYandi
and fellow Historian Marina rounded the first session off with some of the works of Henry Lawson.
Time for Tea and the second Tapeloop set. Whilst poets nibbled cake and sipped tea, and the voodooesque Art of Marisol Escobar illuminated the Virtual gallery, the Reverend was let off the leash to do his “wild man of rock” bit, whilst John & Linda dueled with Viola & Trumpet.
The Rev was subsequently tethered to a bass guitar for the rest of the set, which finished with the token Tapeloops’ “Hit” song, “The Landlord Said“.
And so onto the Feature Poet of the day, Sam Watson, a man with LOVE tattooed across the knuckles of one hand, and POEM tattooed across the other, who once described himself as a “Frankenstein of the Dreamtime”.
Sam’s been writing and reading his dry, wry,poetry for some years now, and has in the process published numerous slim volumes of fine verse and won more awards than I could mention. His restrained yet polished performance gave ample evidence of why this is so and won him warm applause from the audience that day..
Keep an eye out for Sam Wagan Watson’s latest publication,
available wherever good poetry is sold.
More words, wit and wisdom were written and woven, stuttered and spoken, the muse was awoken, there was plenty of jokin,
now I’m finished with writtin’,
so just look at the pictures
C everybody next month..
Photos; Shane K
Words; Unckle rat