Sam Watson and Tapeloops photo-review

Sam Wagan Watson

MARCH PHOTO REVIEW-

Sam Wagan Watson

& TAPELOOPS

The Tapeloops, March 2017

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.

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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.

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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.

QPapa & onlookers

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.

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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.

Dueling trumpin violets

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“.

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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”.

SWW

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..

Monsters ink stains on the page

Keep an eye out for Sam Wagan Watson’s latest publication,

MONSTER’s INK,

available wherever good poetry is sold.

Sam Wagan Watson, giving ’em the old verbal “One-Two!”

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..

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Photos; Shane K

Words; Unckle rat

KURILPA POETS present; Sam Wagan Watson, 26th March

The Kurilpa Poets Present

Sunday, 26th March, 2017, 2pm

Feature Poet

SAM WAGAN WATSON

Mystery Musicians

THE TAPELOOPS

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with Master of Ceremonies

CAM LOGAN,

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and also

The Virtual Gallery, Free Food & Refreshments,

Open Mic Sessions, Free On Site Parking,

Friendly & Eclectic Company.

Yes, all this and more for a mere $5

($4 for members)

This March 26th, the Kurilpa Poets are proud to present as our Feature Poet of the Month,

non-other than award winning Indigenous Poet

and professional Raconteur,

Mr Samuel Wagan Watson!

His Poetry combines a keen eye

with a wit so dry it makes you cry.

Over the knuckles of his right hand

is tattooed the word,

L.O.V.E

The knuckles of his left hand bear the letters,

“P.O.E.M

Yes, beneath the street wise veneer of Sam’s poems there beats a fiercly Indignant Heart,

that will lead you, like a drunken shaman, on an emotional and archetypal journey thru the Modern day Landscape of the 21st Century. Join this Cosmopolitan Nomad

as he ad-libs Song lines on the run,

and also tries to have his little bit of Fun,

this SUNDAY 26th March 2pm

91 Cordelia Street

beneath the trees of Sacred Musgrave Park.

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Copies of Sam’s latest slim volume of verse,

“Monsters Ink” will be available at the door.

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