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The music episode is live: ... In which Beeso and the Doc talk 80s hiphop, 90s electronica and noughties disco-grunge, great Amiga games music, off-label Stones ripoffs, how sausages are made, the Four Kinsman's version of Cop Killa, Fucking Off For Ten Years Album Syndrome, and Teenage Protracker Fury.
PBS has done a bunch of these babies, providing cartoon artwork for old audio tapes. In this one Studs Terkel, chronicler extraordinaire of The Good War, discusses the Hells Angels and the beast within in us all, with Dr Hunter S Thompson. The good doctor's rapid fire mumbling takes a few moments to get used to, but the final result is compelling. He has something prescient things to say about what happens to people when you make them obsolete outcasts.
I enjoyed this long piece from The New York Times about the Sea Sherpherds hunting a rogue fishing trawler through some of the worst seas in the world. They chased this thing over thousands of nautical miles in the Southern Oceans, eventually driving it under the waves.
I hadn't really followed the Adam Goodes saga, or crisis, or full-blown racist dipshit kerfuffle, whatever you want to call it, until yesterday. But I finally got caught up. And now I feel sort of existentially sick, as though my soul has been dipped into a simmering cauldron of Eddie Maguire"s anal leakage.
Great essay by a former serviceman, Alex Hortonis, who knows a little bit about kicking down doors and sticking guns into people's faces. Enough that when it happened to him he knew what to do when it happened to him. And after.
I was searching for a Blunty topic, not having much luck with the news cycle, and thinking it was going to be a toss up between Quade Cooper's tweet (and the need to for everyone to be given one Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card on the Internet). Or Jimmy Barnes vs Reclaim Australia.
Neither really appealed, but then with one typo, I had my column.
A newly minted freelancer reached out to me on the Twitters a little back, asking via DM about an awkward payment dispute they were having with a publisher. Man, do I wish I could provide the details, because the villainy involved was breathtaking. But because it was so singular a piece of douche baggage I can't tell you story without providing clues to the freelancer"s identity, and they would like to keep working.