Sadness with water; fun with zombies

My erstwhile home city of Brisbane has just suffered its worst flood since 1974, and 75% of the state of Queensland has been severely struck, with some towns vanishing entirely beneath the water. To contribute a bit to the recovery, I’ve put my new song (about heartbreak and zombies, so it’s stuff everyone can relate to 🙂 ) up on BandCamp, where all money earned from downloads will go to the government’s relief fund.

Please click here to check it out!

It’s only $1 (Aus), which is less than a Euro.  You can pay more if you like, but I would rather see larger amounts go straight to the flood appeal than be reduced by the cuts taken by BandCamp and PayPal.  Besides, there are a whole lot of natural disasters about at present!

If you like what you hear, please spread the word.

Please also check out these other fine artists contributing to the flood relief effort:

Our favourite lost shark, Graham Nunn is donating more than 100% of all sales from his latest book (which is magnificent, by the way), “Ocean Hearted”.

Ghostboy and the Golden Virtues are likewise donating all proceeds from their latest album, “Enter”.  $18 for the goods. Just email them at ghostboywithgoldenvirtues at gmail_dot_com (trying to dodge spam-bots there) with the title “GBGV… Flood CD purchase” with how many copies and postal address, and they will set up direct payment from there.

And the following as listed on Another Lost Shark:

Page Seventeen are donating all proceeds from sales to flood relief.

David Reiter is offering copies of his children’s book Global Cooling for $10 with all proceeds going to the ABC’s flood crisis fund.

Fablecroft have published the limited edition e-book After the Rain, After the Floods and are donating all proceeds to flood relief.

The smell of subtropical rain in gritty streets

I couldn’t tell you whether my defining the sound of Brisbane poetry by Graham Nunn’s voice with Sheish Money’s music is due to the undeniable intrinsic Brisbaneness of it or the fact that he’s the first Brisbane poet I remember hearing. Probably a bit of both. Whatever the case, the recent CD from the duo, The Stillest Hour, carries the scent of my other home across the 15000km between us.

For me, the collection is the night, a sea breeze ushering away the lethargic humid heat of the afternoon, a far-off surge and lapping of waves; that unheard voice that whispers “home” as you leave behind the bright lights and fashion clones, the fighting and the fallen, and cross the river, to watch it from a blanket of green at a safe distance – like a star – then thread home through a frozen tomorrow, cued like clockwork automata waiting for noon to strike.

Last I heard, there weren’t many copies left, but if you would like to pick yourself up one and can’t, do not despair! For there is word of more recorded goodness on the way! And a browse around Another Lost Shark will afford you a couple of tastes to tide you over…