As a kid I’d say ‘when I grow up I want to be a struggling artist.’ When I blew out my birthday candles I’d wish for a first round grant offer from the Australia Council. To further the fantasy, instead of playing shops at school I’d insist we played Centrelink. On dress up days I’d pull on a bummed out cardigan and tobacco flecked cords. I had a clear vision of myself as a grown up: In my late twenties, artistically hit and miss, still renting with a phobia of children and a string of failed relationships behind me. And …
Category Archives: StruthBeTold
Social Suicide Bomber (Frankie – 2009)
May 8, 2009 – 2:53 pm
(This piece first appeared in Frankie magazine in response to the question ‘What is your super power?’)
You don’t choose to be a social suicide bomber, you are born one. Just like a pre-pubescent Spiderman was caught with goo on his hands, those inflicted / blessed with this conversational gift discover it by accident. With great power comes great irresponsibility; if it’s the ability to unnerve the most robust of people with sheer presence alone.
I first discovered I carried ‘the mark’ (my face) entering teen hood. I was a Junior Nipper at the Burnie Surf Club, and often attended squad training …
The Grown Up Show (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:58 pm
I was speaking to a friend who’d gone to see U2 on their ‘Pop Mart’ tour. She felt mixed emotions of loving the gig, but feeling oddly underwhelmed at the sight of “just four blokes up on stage.” For her, the juxtaposition of antlike men representing the mythological superstars of her childhood was, to be precise, ‘smaller than life.’ The experience of U2’s music, a pollination of studio perfection with her own imagination was now a crude reconstruction where freaks shrieked over stampeding frequencies and Bono sipped water between songs like some guy at the bus stop.
When I was …
The Moment I First Realised I Was An Adult (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:56 pm
(This piece first appeared as a writing exercise on the above question in Frankie magazine.)
For me this question needs to be answered in two parts. I first became aware I was an adult at age twelve, and then again at twenty seven.
1992
The first moment was on a grey Sunday at Nan and Pop’s place holding Mum’s arms back to stop her from attacking Nan. She had reached the tip of the iceberg of her mental illness, and it was this moment that I was able to put a childhood’s worth of hyper awareness to use and intercept …
The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:54 pm
(This first appeared as a writing exercise answering the above question in Frankie magazine.)
In 2000 I stood before a packed dining room, faces glistening in the candle light. I was MCing the graduation dinner of a youth organisation I volunteered for. As always, I was seen as the lovable comedian, set to dazzle with my wit and silliness. This time things were different. I was down and out. Starring in a sexually explicit play at uni and losing control of my will had crashed me through the barriers into depression and self-doubt. Getting out of the house was a …
30 is the new 20 (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:51 pm
Are you the one book-ended at the head of your birthday table quietly contemplating the perpetual horror of ‘another year?’ Have you ever caught yourself cornering friends and barking the words ‘I can’t believe I’m age already – I’m old!’ Gosh – surely you don’t need the fact that a magazine column has just summed you up to tell you that you’re getting perilously predictable. It’s time to throw those out-dated age prejudices aside and think free-form about your future. From the creators of your invincible 20’s comes a time period often dismissed by trend-critics as dowdy and …
Bedroom Records (JMag – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:50 pm
When I was fifteen I recorded my first album of songs. This was done in my bedroom, on a little cassette walkman with a stereo microphone blu-takked to the indoor clothesline. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I aimed to nail each track in one take, but I’d usually stuff up somewhere along the line and have to rewind back to the start. I tried ‘dropping in’ halfway through a song, but it left me with more pops and clicks than a retirement home. Naturally, the recording’s were no-fi and dusted with tape hiss, but they captured the essence …
If You Could Rid The Earth Of One Thing What Would It Be? (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:47 pm
(This piece appeared as part of a writing exercise on the above topic in Frankie magazine.)
I decided to rid the earth of religion. The exact process was mysterious, involved a lot of forms and tickled a bit. I was led into a secret basement beneath Frankie HQ with multicoloured moss, posters of bands from 2034 and the faint smell of caramel popcorn. I was put through a ‘thought sorter’ which was like a personal Gravitron where I could see my mindscapes like fireworks. Some guys in hoodies came and stamped something onto my leg with a fluro typewriter. I was …
Tasmanian National Anthem (Frankie – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 7:44 pm
Australian’s please let us rejoin,
For it is one degree.
With oldies loyal and health in turmoil
Our shops are shut by three.
Our land is ground into nature’s chips
Forestry’s stripped us bare
It’s a mystery gays were allowed to stay
Advance Tasmania where?
With employment strained the young jump ship
Advance Tasmania where?
In the high school of Australia, Tasmania lurks down by the bins, watching beautiful Melbourne and Sydney laugh and frolic, hoping that even the weird kid Adelaide will sit next to it at lunchtime. As a Tasmanian, you can’t help but be aware of your lot in the geographical …
The Jeans Are Always Blacker (JMag – 2008)
December 27, 2008 – 3:11 pm
Ever had the feeling that someone, somewhere is having a much better life than you? Ever trawled through a magazine, much like this fine one, and taken the whole thing personally? E Gad! Look at these hotter, wiser, better dressed, more experienced young things. Ever stared at that touchy cutesy couple at the gig and assumed they must have regular, effortless, mind blowing sex while listening to a cutting edge compilation of bands you’ve never even heard of? Well…you’re a bit weird.
Or perfectly normal and wonderful. Probably the latter. It’s a common phenomena I like to call “the jeans …