Monday, October 11, 2010

Review: Three Minutes In A Carpark (Compilation)


Curated by Jordan Marson (Paint Your Golden Face / Hobart + Music = Yeah! / oceans), Three Minutes In A Carpark is as much a personal project as it is a celebration of music being at ease as ‘art’. Or, a celebration of art being at ease as ‘music’. Either way you slice it, Three Minutes In A Carpark is the result of one’s acceptance of the music/art paradigm as little more than an imaginary line of thought.





N&W&T&S, now in shortform / New design

Noise & Words & Things & Shit has recently joined Twitter, under the guise of NoiseEtc, allowing for short and punctual impressions, updates, notices, announcements and 140-character reviews of Hobart music live shows and records.

If you're a Twit yourself, follow @NosieEtc for all the up-to-date meanderings you could (not) want. If you've never used Twitter in your life, feel free to watch the updates stroll by on the sidelines of this very blog in the new Micro Updates section in the top-left of the side panel.


In addition to N&W&T&S catching up with the online realm, it has received a humble design makeover. Criss-crossy, you can see it for yourself. If the orange is too glare-y, e-mail me some apples in disgust.

I have a few more impressions about This Is Not Art 2010 hiding away across various hard drives, so please feel free to ask here/twitter/in person if you still want those. It was ace, some of my favourite live shows were put on by 10,000 Free Men & Their Families, Songs, Bare Grillz, Horse Macgyver and Scattered Order. Hopefully I'll return in 2011 with more substantial offerings.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

THIS IS NOT ART - Friday 1st October

THIS IS NOT ART - Friday / NYWF Panels:-

Waking from my slumber as the sun rose at half past five, freezing in the chill and subsequently putting on more clothes and falling back asleep, until finally waking once more a few hours later coated in my own sweat - oh, the luxuries of sleeping in a tent! Rise, change, clean, eat, prepare, move out, buy sunglasses, make way to event one; and TINA Day 2 was ready for a proper start. You know, the kind of start that values intelligent discussion over sweaty situations. Unless we can create a sweaty/intelligent 2-hit combo for early morning TINA 2011, that is. Library Athletics, anyone?

Critical Animals, the self-criticising (yet not-quite-self-loathing) arm of TINA held a housewarming party to give Friday a jovial start, but I decided to be fashionably late, hence buying those sunglasses. I arrived in time for the majority of the first panel of the day, “Critiquing Criticism: I Can’t Believe It’s Not Better”. The topic of criticism and the critic came up a few times across several panels throughout days 2 and 3 of TINA (I’m actually from the future, don’t tell anyone), so as the introduction to all panels to come, it was quite relevant. The panel discussion focused around various mediums of criticism, but I mainly picked up on that of music criticism, particularly the idea that reviews and music criticism can be viewed as two separate entities. Are they? Of course, a review can (and should) encompass criticism and under that thought they might be considered one in the same, but if a review is designed for a particular audience in mind (fans of the artist, people who have never heard of the artist, musicians, other writers), does it lack an integral element of criticism which occurs from writing without constraint of ‘audience’ or the demographic of your publication?

Saturday, October 2, 2010

THIS IS NOT ART - Thursday 30th September

THIS IS NOT ART: Thursday / 8bitpeoples Chiptune Showcase:-

This Is Not Art is an annual Newcastle arts festival umbrella, encapsulating five separate festivals in National Young Writers Festival, Sound Summit, Electrofringe, Crack Theatre Festival and Critical Animals. This year, I’ve been lucky enough to be able to attend and for the next half-week, N&W&T&S is transforming into a cult(ural) journal surmising each day and night. (Disclaimer: One of the co-directors of NYWF paid for me to come up out of her own pocket, after losing my zine in Launceston/wanting more Tasmanians to attend the festival.)


After a plane to Sydney and a train to Newcastle, I found my way to Staple Manor for the National Young Writers Festival Artist Meet and Greet, which involved (attempting) to meet and greet some creative folk. Surprise surprise! Staple Manor, a central hideout for NYWF activities, was both spacious and welcoming with literary quips claiming the wall space. Greeted and meeted, I then found my way to Tent City (taking a short/longcut through a more suburban area), setting up camp and setting off again to the Gentlemen’s Leagues Club for the Electrofringe-aligned 8bitpeoples Showcase.