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ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? Album coming March 2019. WORKSHY - 2017 memoir out on Affirm Press. Let's get Tight - 2017 CD with Clare Moore. Moodists - Coral Snakes - mistLY. I don’t know what I am and don’t want to know any more than I already know. I aspire, in my music , to 40s B Movie (voice and presence) and wish I could play guitar like Charlie Christian or Grant Green -but not in this lifetime, I know.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Discography to date


Discography
DAVE GRANEY AND CLARE MOORE

March 2019 ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS? Dave Graney and the mistLY (Cockaigne) CD and digital release. 



April 2017 Dave Graney and Clare Moore LET"S GET TIGHT (Cockaigne)

Nominated at the 2018 OZFLIX awards for best original soundtrack (with Dave Graney) for the Donna McRae film, “LOST GULLY ROAD

WORKSHY – Book. Dave Graney Memoir. Affirm Press October 2017.
June 2017 – digital single – Two Bass Drums and A Mellotrone . Credited to Dave Graney
2017 CD "LET"S GET TIGHT" – CD, Cockaigne.  Credited to Dave Graney and Clare Moore
 
Completed a 15 date tour of Europe in 2017, playing in Spain for the first time, as well as France, the Netherlands, Belgium, England and Scotland.






Completed a 17 date tour of Europe in April/
May 2016, the main focus of which was the ATP festival in
Wales curated by lauded comedian/writer Stewart Lee. The
festival was a cavalcade of underground heroes and heroines
from the music worlds of the USA/ Europe and the UK. There
were two Australian acts chosen, Dave Graney and the
mistLY and jazz mysteriosos , the Necks.

HARRY HOWARD AND THE NDE – Sleepless Girls  (CD Spooky 2017)
dave graney - Once I Loved The Torn Ocean's Roar - 80s/90s Demos Vol. 2 - digital only release 2016
HARRY HOWARD AND THE NDE – PRETTY (CD Spooky 2015)
dave graney - night of the wolverine demos/early 90s songwriter demos - digital only release 2015

dave graney and the mistLY - Play mistLY For Me
(2015 digital only release - live collection vol 1)


Feted as Melbourne Music Legends by City of Yarra/Leaps and
Bounds Festival in 2015. A concert given with a cavalcade of
Melbourne musicians young and vintage playing Dave Graney and Clare Moore songs.

FEARFUL WIGGINGS (Dave Graney CD Cockaigne 2014)
HARRY HOWARD AND THE NDE – Near Death Experience (CD Spooky 2013)
Live in Hell (2013 digital only release of follow up narrative show from 2009)
Point Blank (digital only release of 2007 narrative show - 2013)
THE DAMES  (Clare Moore project with Kaye Louise Patterson) CD, Cockaigne 2013
YOU'VE BEEN IN MY MIND (Dave Graney and the mistLY CD Cockaigne 2012)
1001 Australian Nights. Book. Memoir on Affirm press 2011.
Rock'n'roll Is Where I Hide . Album of electric re-recordings. (CD Liberation) 2011



Voted Best Live Act by readers of Fairfax for the Age EG
Music Awards 2011.

Supermodified (CD Cockaigne) 2010
Knock YourselfOout (CD Cockaigne) 2009)
We Wuz Curious (The Lurid Yellow Mist – featuring Dave Graney and Clare Moore – CD Illustrious Artists 2008)

Best Music Act at 2007 Melbourne Fringe for the show
POINT BLANK.

Keepin' it Unreal (Dave Graney and Clare Moore – featuring Stu Thomas – CD Cockaigne 2006)
Hashish and Liquor (double disc w/ Clare Moore. CD Reverberation 2005)
The Brother Who Lived (the Royal Dave Graney Show, CD Cockaigne 2003)
The soundtrack to the movie Bad Eggs (David Graney and Clare Moore, CD Liberation,2003)
ARIA award nomination best Original Motion Picture Soundtrack album 2003
Two Fisted Art (the Moodists, CD WMinc, 2003)
Heroic Blues (the Dave Graney Show, CD Cockaigne 2002)
THE THIRD WOMAN Clare Moore solo CD (Cockaigne 2013
Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (the Dave Graney Show, CD Cockaigne / Cooking Vinyl 2000)
The Baddest (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, Universal , CD 1999)
The Dave Graney Show (the Dave Graney Show, CD, Festival 1998)
IT IS WRITTEN, BABY. Book of stories, lyrics and Tony Mahony images . Random House 1997.
The Devil Drives (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, CD, Universal 1997)
The Soft'n'Sexy Sound (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, Universal ,  THIS WAY UP CD 1995)
You Wanna Be There But You Don't Wanna Travel (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, CD, Universal 1994)
Night of the Wolverine (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, Universal , CD 1993)
Lure of the Tropics (Dave Graney 'n' the Coral Snakes, Torn and Frayed , CD Fire 1992)
My Life on the Plains (Dave Graney 'n' the White Buffaloes, vinyl LP and CD Fire, 1990)
With the Coral Snakes At His Stone Beach (4 Track vinyl EP on Fire Records 1988)
Hey Little Gary 4 track vinyl EP (TIM Records 1987)
Take The Red Carpet Out Of Town ( 12"EP TIM Records 1986)
Double Life (the Moodists, Red Flame 1985)
Justice and Money Too (12” vinyl EP on Creation 1985)
Thirstys Calling (the Moodists, vinyl LP, Red Flame 1984)
Engine Shudder (the Moodists, vinyl LP, Au Go Go / Red Flame 1982)
Gone Dead / Chads Car 7" vinyl single AuGoGo 1981
Where The Trees Walk Downhill 7" vinyl single AuGoGo 1980



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Monday, January 28, 2019

ZIPPA DEEDOO - album coming in late March

We recorded some songs at our favourite studio, Soundpark, with our favourite engineer, Idge, in July last year and its taken shape as an album that'll be coming out in late March to be called ZIPPA DEEDOO WHAT IS/WAS THAT/THIS?
The title comes from the chorus of one of the tunes, SONG OF LIFE. 


It's a  rock'n'roll  album, but our kind of rock'n'roll which is peculiar in some ways but mostly pretty normal in many others.
I realized recently that we have always behaved in a more wide open or transparent manner than most rock acts. I heard someone talking of being in an inner cty "bubble" or "indie bubble" and realized we'd never been inside some sort of clique or enclave.

Even in that old Seaview Ballroom scene myself and Clare Moore were probably the "least likely to" of that crowd to ever even cut a  record. We were rubes! Hicks from out of town.
Well you know how it is with people that peak too early...

So we never pitched our stuff out from inside a cosy corner with a bunch of like minded types. We've always been kind of outside the general flow of arguments. If I cover a song by another artist I always like to do big hits, I can't be fooling about with underground rumours. We have also always travelled out to regional areas to play, preferring the sticks to the inner city for the most parts.

So this is a rock'n'roll album if you grew up in the world of classic rock. Which included classic AM radio pop (disco and country) and punk. Not a niche world of rock. More wide open.


So we are launching this with a single March 15th at the Kastoria Club in Coburg. We did a clip for ULTRAKEEF  with Donna McRae and Michael Vale which is pretty amazing and that'll be out around the same time.In the photo below, Donna (with whom we worked on for Lost Gully Road and Johnny Ghost) is next to Stu Perera in the front, Michael Vale is holding a balloon at the back on the right and Director of Photography Lazslo is acting strange with his improvised antennae on the left at the back.



The song itself is so full of expletives that we thought we should also have something else to perhaps approach radio with so we are leading with Baby I Wish I'd Been A Better Pop Star which will be at iTunes March 1st.

I have also been looking to do some Parlour Gigs but its seems I am not Parlour Material. Though I'm still determined to give it  a shake.

If you think you could dare to invite me into your joint to perform in a space you think would be appropriate just sort it via this link



March 15th - KASTORIA CLUB, Coburg- Melbourne.
Shows below are by Dave Graney and Clare Moore. Thursday 28 March - Stag & Hunter, Newcastle Friday 29 March - Bent On Food, Wingham Saturday 30 March - 5 Church Street Bellingen Sunday 31 March - Brunswick Picture House
Shows below are by Dave Graney and the mistLY
Wednesday 8 May - Brass Monkey Cronulla Thursday 9 May - The Bunker Coogee Friday 10 May - Lazybones Lounge, Marrickville Saturday 11 May - Metro Social, Katoomba Sunday 12 May - Dangar Bowlo.NSW


 We are also planning to issue another album in September/October. that is the plan anyway.



Wednesday, November 21, 2018

an article I have in the latest issue of the Adelaide Review

WHEN THE WEIRD CAN'T GET GOING.

Where can people go to get weird? We used to have Kings Cross but even the gangsters have realized that dope and sex pale to insignificance when considered in relation to real estate .
Maybe now that sex, dope and gambling are right there in everybody’s computers and phones; right in their homes or at least in the palms of their hands in the back of a taxi or bus; maybe, they don’t need to go anywhere to get weird?

Perhaps they/we need a place to go to straighten out then. Just as good. “Love and hate are both horns on the same goat!” yelled Kirk Douglas in the epic movie, “The Vikings”.

I’m in showbusiness. I know show people. If they’re any good, they’re completely off the scale of freakiness. It goes with the territory. You can only wander onto your own stage. You have to have gone off for a piss and a look around early on. Some of these show people are in hiding, ones I see pretty regularly. Some mightn’t have “made show” in years. They’re still show people. Nobody ever asks us how anything works. Things like the gig economy. We watched them jump off the cliff.
Show people, at best – carny folk. Watch your stuff! Can you believe there is actual talk about “having conversations” about mental illness in the music scene? Have they not heard of the blues? Blue notes? Blue Note itself? one of the greatest jazz labels of all time? Syd Barrett? Roky Erikson? Bud Powell? Charlie Parker? Hank Williams? Thelonius Monk? Sandy Denny? Judy Garland? Judee Sill? Laura Nyro? Billy Holliday? Nick Drake? Joe Meek? Jim Morrison? Brian Jones? Tragic, thrilling villains, clowns  and gods, all of them.

William Burroughs wrote about a place called Johnson in one of his later books.
In this world of shabby rooming houses, furtive gray figures in dark suits, hop joints and chili parlors the Johnson Family took shape as a code of conduct. To say someone is a Johnson means he keeps his word and honours his obligations. He's a good man to have on your team. He is not a malicious, snooping, interfering self righteous trouble making person. - The Place of Dead Roads (1983)

He was writing about retired show people, all coming to one town when they finally hung up their tired old scams. That’d be nice.

Burroughs last series of books were great to read as they came out in the 80s. He seemed to be squaring up his entire written narrative with an 18th century novel (Cities Of the Red Night), and then 19th (The Place Of Dead Roads) and 20th century (The Western Lands) narratives. What a character Burroughs was! Can you imagine him being present in todays thin and super sensitive public realm? He’d have to be introduced and defined to the bored and uninterested audience as it paraded by, scrolling the world on their screens. What would they choose to better see him by? What narrow window to better frame him? His drug of choice? His having murdered his first wife? Him being an heir to the Burroughs adding machine accounts? His description of women as being “a curse” or “two hole freaks”?
Perhaps he’d just finally break into a sweat and pull out his guns and start shooting apparent media workers as they camped outside his small town window? That’d be something everybody could understand.

What an everyday world it seemed, that could contain a presence like Burroughs. And his British counterpart JG Ballard with his typewriter and gin and tonics in suburban Shepparton, outside London, writing the world up in even more thrilling , cold, sleek and beguiling veins of living possibilities. They wrote of “sexual homecomings”, languages being viruses from outer space, diseases in time, manias and every kind of sex unimaginable. Their words inspired several rock bands names as well, in Burroughs case, as the term “Heavy Metal” itself and many movies. There is a very well understood 21st Century adejective – Ballardian -  which is shorthand for a whole cultural moment. And its never really describing anything nice.

Those two were wise to danger and over exposure and kept their powder dry and its threatening power sharp for the duration of their times on earth. Characters like Hunter S Thompson and Tom Wolfe had some fierce windows of heat for a while but each was easily swallowed by the very world they set out to describe. It turned back on them like a stormy twister and sucked them in and off something shocking.

Michelle Houllebecq is a twenty first century man of words who could be said to be of comparable stature. He seems to be able write of things that then eventuate in images on tv and telephone screens and newspaper opinion pieces. They walk off the page and off the set, quickly.

Its hard for writers or players to be superbad nowadays though. How could you be worse than any of the political figures and their mobs in power in the USA or the UK or Australia. I mean, even if you had access to all sorts of drugs that could blitz your brain or glam your eyes or give you the general whim whams AND a crew of people to catch you when you fell and mop your brow as you encountered intense swells in the aether, these people would be sure to harsh your buzz. Their sheer shittiness has sharp and tangy cut through. They would sober you up. And there’s nowhere you could go to get weird? Isn’t that the saddest thing? This is where I’m leaving you readers. In the shitdom. The fouled lattitudes. When the weird can’t get going cos the going can’t get weird.

 Dec 2nd - Dave Graney and the mistLY playing a house party in Richmond.
Dec 4th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be part of THE SONGROOM at the Northcote Social Club. A series of shows about songwriting and collaboration devised by THE BASICS. Graney and More are paired with RUDELY INTERRUPTED. To be filmed for a television show. Tickets here.

Dec 26th - Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing their annual BOXING DAY show at the Hotel Metro in Adelaide. 

January 3rd Dave Graney solo at MONA  in Hobart.
January 4th Dave Graney solo at the Homestead in Hobart.

January 24th Dave Graney and the mistLY will be playing at the Winnebago Lounge (Caravan Music Club)1 Victor Rd, Bentleigh East VIC Tickets here.
New Dave Graney memoir - WORKSHY out on Affirm press. Get it here.

 

PARLOUR SHOWS! Our QLD dates and what we are hoping to do in 2019.

Hey I'm  up for some PARLOUR GIGS. It's a system or portal where you can book artists to come play in your PARLOUR - House - Apartment - Ranch etc.
Click here for more details.



 Our October shows in NSW and Canberra were all packed and so enjoyable. Thanks to everybody who came along in Coogee, Marrickville, Hardys Bay and Canberra. Robin Casinader joined us for the latter and we had a great time. He has been in Melbourne to play his own dates and has one more November 22nd at the Open Studio in High St Northcote.

Smiths Alternative in Canberra Oct 2018

I then did 5 dates in QLD in 3 days with Clare Moore.
Firstly we played at the Bison Bar in nambour, a wonderful venue run by real qualitymusic people. Pete has the fruitiest vinyl record stash that he "djs". Pre breakthrough ABC, RACEY, Nik Krewshaw, Kim Wilde. Pete also plays in the quite briliant SHIFTING SANDS. (There is another SHIFTING SANDS who hail from Dunedin in New Zealand and I got to say they are pretty amazing too).

We did the Bison bar show with Clare on keys and vocals and me on acoustic and electric guitar.

We then did 4pm and 7pm shows at the Junk Bar in Brisbane. Clare borrowed a beautiful set of vibes from Kym who plays in THE VIEW FROMS MADELEINE'S COUCH.

We played a lot of fresh songs and included a Stone's cover (Time Waits For No One) and a Go Betweens one that we'd learned for the recent  16 Lovers Lane show (Twin layers Of Lightning). The latter was fun to do with old friend Robert Forster standing in the room.

Hardys Bay NSW Oct 2018.


Recording and mixing almost completed for the first of two  albums slated for release in 2019.The first off the rank will be a Dave Graney and the mistLY album. Titled ZIP A DEE DOO What Is/Was/That/This?
It features ULTRAKEEF, Is that What You Did?, Where's My Buzz?, Your Masters, Song Of Life, Gloria Grahame (both re-recorded), Baby I Wish I'd been a Better Pop Star and some more surprises.

There will be alternate takes of several songs as well as original versions of those previously released as digital tracks. (Though those will also be remastered and remixed)

Double J played a wild 1991 recording of Dave Graney and the Coral Snakes live at the Prince Of Wales. (This show was released as LURE OF THE TROPICS in 1992. Mostly improvised and with Robin Casinader playing on a sparking old Leslie speakered Hammond organ that was found on the stage and too heavy to move. They were opening for an acoustic Bob Mould. Great luck that the ABC truck was there and had so many tracks left free to record the whole band.

A recent interview with Dave Graney on songwriting by Kate Rae here.

 LIVE SHOWS
Dec 2nd - Dave Graney and the mistLY playing a house party in Richmond.
Dec 4th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be part of THE SONGROOM at the Northcote Social Club. A series of shows about songwriting and collaboration devised by THE BASICS. Graney and More are paired with RUDELY INTERRUPTED. To be filmed for a television show. Tickets here.

Dec 26th - Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing their annual BOXING DAY show at the Hotel Metro in Adelaide.

January 3rd Dave Graney solo at MONA FOMA in Hobart.
January 4th Dave Graney solo at the Homestead in Hobart.

January 24th Dave Graney and the mistLY will be playing at the Winnebago Lounge (Caravan Music Club)1 Victor Rd, Bentleigh East VIC Tickets here.

New Dave Graney memoir - WORKSHY out on Affirm press. Get it here.

Dave Graney and Clare Moore worked on the soundtrack for a new Donna McRae film LOST GULLY ROAD. A horror/ ghost story.They prevously worked on Donna's film JOHNNY GHOST.




Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Last Sunday at the Croxton and then dates in Sydney, Central Coast, Canberra and QLD


We have one more Sunday late afternoon show in the front room of the Croxton bandroom and then we play interstate in October and November.
This coming Sunday we will be joined by the Routines who are Jane Dust on guitar and vocals. Emily Jarrett on keys and vocals and Clare Moore on drums and vocals. They have recently been recording some tracks at our studio, The Ponderosa. They have a really unique sound. 

We will be playing with Stuart Perera back on guitar as he will have  returned from a trip to the UK with his father. In Stuarts absence we did a Sunday with Billy Miller on guitar and vocals and one with Coral Snake Rod Hayward on guitar. The latter show was just the day after the wake for Conway Savages's funeral and we had learned a few White Buffaloes era songs to play at that but the PA setup was not ideal for a full band.

On the Tuesday before the funeral I dedicated the playlist of mys show on TRIPLE R to playing "epic sad shit for Conway". You can listen to it on demand here
 
The wake itself was a real celebration of Conways life and had people from all the summers of Conways life in attendance. It thankfully lacked the hyper gloominess and showbiz emotional showing out of many rock n roll funerals. People came from more than just that sometimes grimy and downbeat scene. The funeral was held earlier in the day and was attended by close family.
Bruce Kane, who played with Conway in the Legendary Boy Kings and grew up with him as a teen organized a lot of the proceedings. It was held at a hall in Kew that has been redeveloped by Nicole Fraser and Noel Crombie. Mick Harvey set up a small vocal PA.  I was given the task of being MC and many people got up to speak. Bruce Kane and Jim White, Kaye Louise Patterson, Penny Ikinger, Matt Crosbie (FOH for the Bad Seeds) and Seeds bass player Martyn Casey. 
First speakers were Nick Cave and Warren Ellis via a video from LA.  Nick spoke sweetly and warmly of Conway and they played INTO MY ARMS. 
I was handed the eulogy that had been read earlier by Conways eldest brother, Frank, at the family service. It was about five pages long and all hand written and it was requested I read it, which I did. 
There were musical performances by Kaye Louise Patterson and Jeff Williams (Acuffs Rose), Jess Mcann and Mick Turner, Cash Savage, Jane and Frank Savage and a grand show stomper when Garry Adams joined the latter to end proceedings. It was a very "country" affair. Loose and joyful.

So yes, the next day we regrouped at the Croxton and played with Rod Hayward on guitar. Rod set up his Marshall amp ( a rarely seen beast in inner city Melbourne) and we played  a 90s heavy set. Barry C Douglas captured us playing Gene Clark's In A Misty Morning. Something we hadn't played for twenty five years.



The show was very enjoyable, as was the next week with Billy Miller (for that we played mostly 21st century songs) . The room at the Croxton is extermely good, very clean and newly fitted out with couches and stools and a great PA and stage. We are the only band who plays there and it'll go dark again when we finish . A pity, as its perfect for Sunday afternoon shows. As its not really on the map we've had to promote the shows ourselves and it has been up and down but I'm glad we did it. We just wanted to play in Melbourne more this year. Admission is less expensive if you book online.  Tickets here 

After this we head to Sydney, the Central Coast,  Canberra, Nambour on the Sunshine Coast and Brisbane.
 
 
November 9th Dave Graney and Clare Moore will be playing the Bison Bar in Nambour, QLD.
Nov 10th and Nov 11th Dave Graney and Clare Moore play the Junk Bar in Brisbane, Qld. The 7pm shows on both nights are SOLD OUT but 4pm shows have been added. Here is a link to the Sunday 4pm show.

A recent interview with Dave Graney by Kate Rae here.

Some sealed vinyl copies of My Life On The Plains (1989) and I Was The Hunter And i Was The Prey (1990) were sourced from the original label. The latter sold out pretty quickly but  MY LIFE ON THE PLAINS will be available at our shows only.

We are still working on an album for release in 2019. Its sounding like its going to be a  pretty sprawling affair.  We have recorded roughly 14 tracks and some with multiple versions. Some just myself or with Clare Moore and a really great session at Soundpark with the mistLY. I've been writing a lot of songs and hope to do a minimalist album with Clare Moore as well. Just guitar and vibes, including instrumental songs. (Plans never seem to happen the way they are supposed to though).

I read the novel THE INVISIBLE MAN by Ralph Ellison, a classic of African Amercian literature.  Always amazed to read language that was decades ahead of its mainstream appearance. This was written in 1948 and its in a black world from the South up to Harlem and people refer to their "black brothers' and curse people as "mother foulers".

I am currently reading a book called "Englands Green and Pleasant Land", a collection of magazine articles by JW Robertson Scott. This is a paperback published in 1925 and he writes of life in the Englsih countryside. Its poor and grim though its illuminating to see himwriting about city people moving to the countryside. He calls them , "Back to Landers". His writing is that sort of highly distilled voice I have always been impressed by. Sentences happen with great (but casual and easy) impact and contain information others take pages to get down.

I have been listening to a lot of new music but have developed a kink for late 70s AOR. I love to listen to artists from that perdios reactions to Punk and New Wave. Its also fascinating to listen to such expensively produced recordings. It'll never happen again. Artists I am collecting include Carly Simon, Nicolette Larsen, America, Bob Welch and a lot of UK soft rock such as Gallagher And Lyle and Sutherland Brothers and Quiver. I still can't get enough of Family ( or anything with their singer Roger Chapman) , Johnny Mark and Jon Almond (Mark Almond Band) , Genesis, Martin Carthy, Audience and any kind of jazz. As to the latter I picked up a great Bix Beiderbecke re issue album, some Hubert Laws, Milt Jackson, Eddie Lang and an album of Hoagy Carmichael songs by Georgie Fame from 1981 called "Hoagland".

My memoir WORKSHY is still available.  Booktopia has free postage for overseas people.


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

notes from recent writers festival event reading John Cowper Powys




I did a couple of Melbourne Writers Festival events at a wonderful venue called The Mission To Seafarers on an area known as Docklands. An amorphous, ambiguous part of of the city, right on the edge of the CBD. It used to be quieter and more deserted, just vacant lots on the way to Port Melbourne one way and toward Footscray and the west on the other. It used to be quieter and more desolate. Slower, around that way. Now its no place to walk around, the freeway traffic all around . 

Up to the late 90s there were still a couple of those  WW2 Nissan huts to be seen around that way. Here is an image of some used for migrant hostels in the 1950s in another part of Melbourne.


Then a football stadium was dropped in it and the old Mission To Seafarers was sandwiched between that and all the new Docklands development and the roads leading off to the Freeway to the south eastern suburbs.
It has been lucky to survive redevelopment and I'm glad to see it getting used for arts events. It is still used as a facility for stranded, broke sailors from all parts of the world. 

In Melbourne it is comparable to the wonderful TRADES HALL which has also been used for theatre and comedy productions and events. Walking up those stairs which have been smoothed by a couple of generations of union workers trudging up and down them to deliver good and bad news with added bullet holes in some areas adds a great ambience to theatre events. Other rooms with faded but well preserved 70s decor also add some stature to proceedings. 


Actually, just to avoid being too parochial, I got to say that Semaphore Workers Club near Port Adelaide is hard to beat for sheer Commie Glamour. 

Anyway, I did three events at the Melbourne Writers Festival, a festival curated in 2018 by Marieke Hardy who took it as a challenge to open it all up to people not necessarily from the world of publishing and literature. She copped some grief but she did a great job and thought a lot about the venues and the accessability of the whole enterprise. So, Kudos to her.

For my part, I like arts things to lean toward seriousness and high minded thoughts. My heart sinks when I see any touches of circus or burlesque type activity. 

I also think writers should be as awkward and quiet as they like to be and shouldn't be expected to be entertainers or click in easily with panel type quipping situations. 

Thats my bag. Keep it sober. Keep it weird. Let the writers be writers.

The first two events were to do with "words and music", writers and musicians. I had my book WORKSHY out and thats why I was there.  To front up for the work. One of the events was at the Mission To Seafarers and another at ACMI. They were both enjoyable and nobody died. One was billed , strangely, as a "singalong". That was never going to happen, though I sang a song called HEROC BLUES when asked to do something in that area. 

The third event I did was at Mission To Seafarers and it was my response to being asked to "read or perform something from a writer I liked". I suggested I read from the works of John Cowper Powys as I always love his books. They are very intoxicating.

This was billed as "Dave Graneys Poetry Jam". I went along with it. It was easy to introduce myself and say that I was going to read some prose from an author I loved. Not poetry. I got to the venue quite early as I was in town to do another event and it didnt make sense to travel in and out of town. I spent a  few hours in the green room, reading my writers books in a corner as a group of twenty somethings battled for rights to speak and argued and flirted at a table on the other side of the room. Various genders and ethnicity from various states. Gender was a big theme in their discussions, dominated by a bearded young person in hippie Robinson Crusoe pants, topknot and beard who told everybody repeatedly about their identification and struggles as a trans writer in Brisbane. There was also a moment between a young woman from Brooklyn establishing some transient status with a  young Canadian woman who was volunteering at the venue. Drama. You know I love that sort of stuff.

Then Will Anderson came in and got ready for his talk with retired footballer Robert Murphy. I sat in the room downstairs and listened to them. Eventually it was my turn to read.

These are the notes I read from ....

I like to start these sorts of things just talking in the moment rather than reading anything. I asked the people present not to laugh or snigger at anything they might think "weird" or "perverse" as thats a lot of what Powys is about. He celebrated all his kinks.



I started with the opening page of A GLASTONBURY ROMANCE.


"At the striking of noon on a certain Fifth of March, there occurred within a causal radius of Brandon railway-station and yet beyond the deepest pools of emptiness between the uttermost stellar systems one of those infinitesimal ripples in the creative silence of the First Cause which always occur when an exceptional stir of heightened consciousness agitates any living organism in this astronomical universe. Something passed at that moment, a wave, a motion, a vibration, too tenuous to be called magnetic, too subliminal to be called spiritual, between the soul of a particular human being who was emerging from a third-class carriage of the twelve-nineteen train from London and the divine-diabolic soul of the First Cause of all life.
In the soul of the great blazing sun, too, as it poured down its rays upon this man’s head, while he settled his black travelling bag comfortably in his left hand and his hazel-stick in his right, there were complicated superhuman vibrations; but these had only the filmiest, faintest, remotest connexion with what the man was feeling. They had more connexion with the feelings of certain primitive tribes of men in the heart of Africa and with the feelings of a few intellectual sages in various places in the world who had enough imagination to recognise the conscious personality of this fiery orb as it flung far and wide its life-giving magnetic forces. Roaring, cresting, heaving, gathering, mounting, advancing, receding, the enormous fire-thoughts of this huge luminary surged resistlessly to and fro, evoking a turbulent aura of psychic activity, corresponding to the physical energy of its colossal chemical body, but affecting this microscopic biped’s nerves less than the wind that blew against his face.
Far nearer to the man’s conscious and half-conscious feelings, with his overcoat buttoned under his chin and his fingers tightening upon stick and bag as he moved to the station-entrance, were the vast, dreamy life-stirrings of the soul of the earth. Aware in a mysterious manner of every single one of all the consciousnesses, human and subhuman, to which she has given birth, the earth might have touched with a vibrant inspiration this particular child of hers, who at twenty minutes after twelve handed up his ticket to the station-master and set out along a narrow dusty March road towards Brandon Heath. That she did not do this was due to the simple fact that the man instead of calling upon her for help called habitually upon the soul of his own dead mother. Jealous and exacting are all the gods, and a divided worship is abhorrent to them.
John Crow had given a hurried, suspicious sideways glance, before he left the platform, at the group of fellow-travellers who were gathered about the heap of luggage flung from the guard’s van. They all, without exception, seemed to his agitated mind to be attired in funeral garb. He himself had a large band of crape sewn upon his sleeve and a black tie. “I’m glad I ran in to Monsieur Teste’s to buy a black tie,” he thought as he met the wind on the open road. “I never would have thought of it if Lisette hadn’t pushed me to it at the end.”
John Crow was a frail, thin, loosely-built man of thirty-five. He had found himself a penniless orphan at twenty. From that time onward he had picked up his precarious and somewhat squalid livelihood in Paris. Traces of these fifteen years of irregular life could be seen writ large on his gaunt features. Something between the down-drifting weakness of a congenital tramp and the unbalanced idealism of a Don Quixote hovered about his high cheek-bones and about the troubled droop of his mouth. One rather disturbing contradiction existed in his face. There was a constant twitching of his cheeks beneath his sunken eye-sockets; and this peculiarity, combined with a furtive, almost foxy, slant about the contraction of his eyelids, contrasted disconcertingly with the expression in the eyes themselves. This expression resembled one particular look, as of a sea-creature without a human soul, that Scopas gives to his creations".

I was reading from a lectern and had a stack of about ten books withpassages marked to read from and did so at random. I interspersed these with some quotes from people who tried to put him into some sort of context.  I read from "Autobiography", "Poruis", "Maiden Castle", "The Brazen Head", "Weymouth Sands", "Two Confessions" and "Three stories". The latter was written shortly before he died at the age of 91 in 1963.


He was a writer of tragic grandeur and everyday comedy, of sexual perversion and cups of tea. He wrote poems, essays, epic fictions, letters and autobiography. Words poured out of him - and he never reread any of them”. Margaret Drabble

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..... Powys's work is full of paradoxes and surprises. He was extremely prolific, yet a late starter; his manner was heroic, yet bathetic. He was a writer of tragic grandeur and of everyday comedy, of sexual perversion, and of bread and butter and cups of tea. (More bread and butter is consumed and more tea drunk in the novels of John Cowper Powys than in the whole of the rest of English literature.) He wrote poems, and essays, and gargantuan epic fictions, and manuals of self-help, and innumerable letters. Words poured from him, and he was famous for never rereading any of them. It is left to us, the readers, to lose ourselves in his creation, and to try to emerge from it and to make some sense of it. It is no wonder that mainstream literary critics have avoided him, and that a handful of scholars and addicts have clustered round his oeuvre. He is so far outside the canon that he defies the concept of a canon.



His six major novels - Wolf Solent (1929), A Glastonbury Romance (1932), Weymouth Sands (1934), Maiden Castle (1936), Owen Glendower (1940) and Porius (1951) - are formidably long, and not always in print



The most accessible of his important publications is probably his Autobiography (1934)

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....  born in 1872 in Derbyshire, where his father was then vicar at Shirley, near Dovedale.



...from Cambridge he embarked on a curious freelance career as an itinerant lecturer on English literature, supported in part by a small allowance from his father. Under the auspices of the Dickensian agency of Gabbitas-Thring, he began speaking in girls' schools and colleges in the south of England, much taken with the slender beauty of the flurry of "sylphs" he encountered, but soon, thanks to the Oxford Extension Society, he was covering the length and breadth of the country. He was entertained in private houses, where he learned much about class and society: "There was one weekly or fortnightly round ... that caused me to leave Newcastle on Tyne before six in the morning when I used to see the sun rise over the bleak Northumberland hills, lecture in Lewes, after I had seen the sun set over the South Downs, and get to my home in West Sussex that same night."



Deeply unhappy and restless, he went to the United States in 1905 and, apart from the occasional visit to England, stayed there until 1934, working as a travelling lecturer.



The vanished world of the American lecture circuit, in which Powys was Ancient Mariner and Don Quixote, Moses with his tables and the old man of the sea, made strenuous demands on those who panned its gold for their livelihood. “Once on this accursed tour my stomach was so upset that I dreamt of nothing else but going to look for places where I could shit in peace.







His godson was to say of him, memorably, that he was "more plant than animal; more mineral than either. He was dust and rock and feather and fin talking with a man's tongue" (Seven Friends, Louis (Marlow) Wilkinson, 1992).



His notions of sexual satisfaction centred around masturbation, voyeurism and fondling. He liked girls to sit on his knee, and he also got sexual satisfaction from reciting poetry at them.


His appetite for food was as unusual as his appetite for sex: he became, nominally, a vegetarian, but eschewed most vegetables, surviving for years, he claimed, on a diet of eggs, bread and milk, with occasional treats of guava jelly. This gave him severe gastric trouble, and he had to endure a painful form of surgery that he labels "gasterenterostomy". In his later years, he depended for bowel function entirely on enemas, a procedure of which he highly approved, as it facilitated meditation.
Reality, in his own phrase, lies "between the urinal and the stars".



After My Fashion, written in 1919, was based in part on his unlikely friendship with the American dancer Isadora Duncan: This did not find a publisher until Picador brought it out in 1980. Once it was rejected, he did not bother to pursue its fate, but let it go



Porius: A Romance of the Dark Ages, a work that beggars description. He thought it his best. Set in October in 499 AD, it is more like a mountain landscape or an epic poem than a novel. Its characters include King Arthur, a Pelagian monk, a Roman matron, a Jewish doctor, the shape-shifting Myrddin Wyllt (otherwise known as Merlin), the bard Taliessin and a family of completely convincing aboriginal giants, who live on the slopes of Snowdon. We also meet the Three Aunties, grey-haired princess survivors of the old race. In this twilight of the gods, the cult of Mithras, the old faith of the Druids, the fading power of Rome and the rising force of Christianity do battle for a week beneath a waxing moon, while Powys's characters intermittently find time to reflect on past times, and congratulate themselves on being so modern. There is comedy, Miltonic sublimity, chaos and confusion in equal measure.



Powys has been described as "one of the great puzzles of 20th century literature." His critics dismiss him as a crackpot mystagogue. His admirers, and they are many, find it more difficult to describe what captures their imagination. It is a fascinating aspect of his genius that he attracts readers with widely diverse interests, and they treasure his novels for different reasons - for his comic scenes, for his erotic fantasies, for his entrancing images, for his penetrating psychological perception, for his philosophy of life.




Powys avoided literary company; he would no sooner have taken part in a writer's conference than in a gathering of morticians. A triumphant solitary, he also avoided nonliterary company.

yet he did belong to at least one literary group -- his family. Of his ten siblings, six ended up writing books.


"The deepest emotion I have is my malice against the well-constituted as compared with the ill-constituted," he declared in his Autobiography, adding, "Dwarfs, morons, idiots, imbeciles, hunchbacks, degenerates, perverts, paranoiacs, neurasthenics, every type of individual upon whom the world looked down, I loved ... admired ... and imitated."

He was forty-three when he published a collaborative memoir with his brother Llewelyn titled Confessions of Two Brothers (1916).



At age fifty-eight he began to earn his living, or what passed for a living, as a writer.

A diet of raw eggs, milk, olive oil, and bread crusts did little to assuage it. His bowels were so out of whack that he had to have an enema every third day.





Powys didn't bang his head so much as tap it against the mailbox, a ritual he believed would ensure the safe delivery of a letter. He would also utter lengthy incantations while bathing, and walk exactly the same route every day, bowing to exactly the same trees and stones. One of these stones he named "the god of Phudd." Another he named Perdita. Perdita, he wrote, was "the only daughter I shall ever have"; he once felt obliged to kiss his geologic offspring nine times because his dog had peed on it (her?).



He never drove a car and never used a typewriter. He thought television was pernicious. He didn't like talking on the telephone, because he didn't want his words violated by a tangle of wires.



Powys's literary output in old age was so voluminous that upon learning he had died in his ninety-first year, in 1963, one is almost inclined to say "Yes, but did he stop writing?"



“I tell you, any lie as long as a multitude of souls believes it and presses that belief to the cracking point, creates new life, while the slavery of what is called truth drags us down to death and to the dead! Lies, magic, illusion – these are names we give to the ripples on the water of our experience when the Spirit of Life blows upon it.”



“though books, as Milton says, may be the embalming of mighty spirits, they are also the resurrection of rebellious, reactionary, fantastical, and wicked spirits! in books dwell all the demons and all the angels of the human mind. it is for this reason that a a bookshop -- especially a second-hand bookshop / antiquarian - is an arsenal of explosives, an armory of revolutions, an opium den of reaction.

and just because books are the repository of all the redemptions and damnations, all the sanities and insanities, of the divine anarchy of the soul, they are still, as they have alwasys been, an object of suspicion to every kind of ruling authority. in a second-hand bookshop are the horns of the altar where all the outlawed thoughts of humanity can take refuge! here, like depserate bandits, hide all the reckless progeny of our wild, dark, self-lacerating hearts. a bookshop is powder-magazine, a dynamite-shed, a drugstore of poisons, a bar of intoxicants, a den of opiates, an island of sirens.

of all the 'houses of ill fame' which a tyrant, a bureaucrat, a propagandist, a moralist, a champion of law and order, an advocate of keeping people ignorant for their own good, hurries past with averted eyes or threatens with this minions, a bookshop is the most flagrant.

~ autobiography”
John Cowper Powys



“It always gave Wolf a peculiar thrill thus to tighten his grip upon his stick, thus to wrap himself more closely in his faded overcoat. Objects of this kind played a queer part in his secret life-illusion. His stick was like a plough-handle, a ship's runner, a gun, a spade, a sword, a spear. His threadbare overcoat was like a medieval jerkin, like a monk's habit, like a classic toga! It gave him a primeval delight merely to move one foot in front of the other, merely to prod the ground with his stick, merely to feel the flapping of his coat about his knees, when this mood predominated. It always associated itself with his consciousness of the historic continuity---so incredibly charged with marvels of dreamy fancy---of human beings moving to and fro across the earth. It associated itself, too, with his deep, obstinate quarrel with modern inventions, with modern machinery....”
John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent



“The first discovery of Dostoievsky is, for a spiritual adventurer, such a shock as is not likely to occur again. One is staggered, bewildered, insulted. It is like a hit in the face, at the end of a dark passage; a hit in the face, followed by the fumbling of strange hands at one's throat. Everything that has been forbidden, by discretion, by caution, by self-respect, by atavistic inhibition, seems suddenly to leap up out of the darkness and seize upon one with fierce, indescribable caresses.

  All that one has felt, but has not dared to think; all that one has thought, but has not dared to say; all the terrible whispers from the unspeakable margins; all the horrible wreckage and silt from the unsounded depths, float in upon us and overpower us.

There is so much that the other writers, even the realists among them, cannot, will not, say. There is so much that the normal self-preservative instincts in ourselves do not want said. But this Russian has no mercy. Such exposures humiliate and disgrace? What matter? It is well that we should be so laid bare. Such revelations provoke and embarrass? What matter? We require embarrassment. The quicksilver of human consciousness must have no closed chinks, no blind alleys. It must be compelled to reform its microcosmic reflections, even down there, where it has to be driven by force. It is extraordinary how superficial even the great writers are; how lacking in the Mole's claws, in the Woodpecker's beak! They seem labouring beneath some pathetic vow, exacted by the Demons of our Fate, under terrible threats, only to reveal what will serve their purpose! This applies as much to the Realists, with their traditional animal chemistry, as to the Idealists, with their traditional ethical dynamics. It applies, above all, to the interpreters of Sex, who, in their conventional grossness, as well as in their conventional discretion, bury such Ostrich heads in the sand!”
John Cowper Powys, Visions and Revisions; A Book of Literary Devotions



“...we have a right to narrow down our universe ever further and further; until like the world of the Iliad and the Odyssey it is made up of certain simple endurances, enjoyments, mental and physical struggles, surrounded by the washing of the sea, the blowing of the wind, the swaying of the wheat, the falling of the rain, the voyaging of the clouds, and the motions of the sun and moon and dawn and twilight.”
John Cowper Powys



Wolf, speaking to his father's skull in the ground beneath him, argues "There is no reality but what the mind fashions out of itself. There is nothing but a mirror opposite a mirror, and a round crystal opposite a round crystal, and a sky in water opposite water in a sky"

The response is:

“‘Ho! Ho! You worm of my folly,’ laughed the hollow skull. ‘I am alive still, though I am dead; and you are dead, though you’re alive. For life is beyond your mirrors and your waters. It’s at the bottom of your pond; it’s in the body of your sun; it’s in the dust of your star spaces; it’s in the eyes of weasels and the noses of rats and the pricks of nettles and the tongues of vipers and the spawn of frogs and the slime of snails. Life is in me still, you worm of my folly, and girls’ flesh is sweet for ever; and honey is sticky and tears are salt, and yellow-hammers’ eggs have mischievous crooked scrawls!"


And later

"My 'I am I' is no hard, small crystal inside me, but a cloudy, a vapour, a mist, a smoke hovering round my skull, hovering around my spine, my arms, my legs. That's what I am, a vegetable animal wrapped in a mental cloud, and with the will-power to project this cloud into the consciousness of others.




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-->In the end, I don't know what anybody made of it. People got up and left, people wandered in during the reading. Clare's brother Dennis was there and he enjoyed it. He is a lifelong theatre actor and a reader of Powys. I don't think there were many others matching his life experience/life illusion in the audience. It was just something I wanted to do and I hope I did his work justice.


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