‘Lady Of Angels Church’, Los Angeles, I Phone photo by Alicia Bee © 2012.


“I finally realized that I must do my schoolwork to keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because that’s what I want! I know I can write …, but it remains to be seen whether I really have talent …
And if I don’t have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always write for myself. But I want to achieve more than that.
I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!
When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived! But, and that’s a big question, will I ever be able to write something great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?”
-Anne Frank 1942
“I cut a stencil for pro writing in my hometown 3160, and put graffiti all over Melbourne; writing about music and things that mattered in the Arts and extreme sports.
When I reached brick walls that could not be written I got bored and moved to Sydney where I took up territory in the postcodes of 2016, 2048, 2026 and 2044; where I wrote in the streets, newspapers and magazine publishing houses.
You could say this is where I went to the university of life, this is the new town where I tried to make a difference pro writing graffiti over the walls of old schools, new institutions and government houses.
When I missed my people, I then returned; and picked a house with river views and set up camp to start again with a small folk club night, and continued to write graffiti on the walls.
I took a holiday and wrote my first non fiction book set in another country and yet to be read by the families of the dead.
> There is a prize below for those who guess the direction I flew and where I hung out when I wrote this book.
I took another holiday across the Pacific to Hawaii and upon return published my first book of poetry – Bathers On The Beach, inspired by the island tourism and backpacking in cheap hotels.
I then stayed home for a year and published The Book Of The Dead and Wounded and spent my money on other things.
And then I went on a holiday back to USA and left some books in Austin Texas, and San Francisco California where I performed one reading at a bookstore.”
– Alicia Bee 2012.


I went for the free tastings at the Albert Street Food And Wine Store, more than the chance to score market day prices for Brunswick Victorian locals.
I learnt how to make pasta with Philippa Sibley, laminate its dough to bring out the glutens with a machine, and fold filled parcels like tortellini.
You had to register at the front door for the Locals Market Day, but all were welcomed to the event with a glass of Rossi & Riccardo Prosecco.
I had signed up to the mail list at the Sydney Road Festival, and was getting regular emails before the invitation to taste some new cheeses, wines and savories came by. I made my time available and was even one of the first to arrive; hungry and most willing to try products.
There were lots of foodies, people involved in restaurants, and product companies and local wine tasters.
One highlight was meeting regular hat wearer Australian Cheese expert Richard Thomas after he taught a Cheese Masterclass talk.
Another was getting to know more about Calendar cheeses, and chatting to the cool music people that work there.
PLEASING CHEESES – Yarra Valley Savourine Pyramid, Yarra Valley Saffy Jar, and Papillon Organic Roquefort
SURPRISING TASTE: Alto Chardonnay Vinegar.
EXPERIENCE: The bubbles of St Ronan’s Pear and Apple Cider who use traditional Methods that are used when making sparkling wine and Champagne.


Chris Cavill’s CD came just after I returned from California, I am ‘Feelin The Love’ of my friends and family and return to the Xavier Rudd commercial tourism of my home roots.
Chris Cavill is from Ringwood at the foothills of the Dandenong Ranges where I grew up, and in this single he sounds like he’s pretty happy to be home.
Feelin’ The Love is the anthem for his core group of friends and family, the Facebook crew who get excited to go to gigs and will travel into the city.
The B-side is a live recording from 2011 of one successful show at the Northcote Social Club.
Opposite in emotion to the celebratory single is a sadder blues and roots song called San Diego. The lyrics talk of San Diego being the next town in a traveler’s journey, the destination on a Californian holiday.
“I hope that San Diego, can really boost my ego, because I lost so much, no one’s gonna find me now,” sings Chris Cavill.
It reminded me of the post Coachella journey back to the coast and south to the city famous in the late 90’s for punk pop bands like Blink 182, and Unwritten Law.
I had got stuck hitching at a truck stop at West Ontario and wasted about 1.5 hours; the pause had seemed like the worst part of my holiday, thankfully happening at midday, with more than enough time to make it south to San Diego.
The song is written from a darker place, another state, the suburban sadness of the Los Angeles sprawl; or the poverty of Mexico, where San Diego seems like a smaller town home similar to what we have known before.
Chris Cavill was not searching for the suburban punk city San Diego, and is not refined on MTV Unplugged albums of your favorite punk bands.
Like my brother, Chris Cavill was bred on a culture that appreciated the acoustic side projects of Eddie Vedder, also loved Neil Young and some old records; and listened to the surfer folk of beach festivals that have filled our summer since the 90s.
Coming from the same place Chris Cavill has refined his firm appreciation of the acoustic guitar to write his own music and hopes to use it as a vehicle to the travel the world.


One thing I can count on about Brisbane is that they are a river city like Melbourne. Their river also acts as an incubator for residents and musicians to wander down with their families from the mountains, balmy beaches and sunshine hippy centres; to come together for events, and to walk and work in the city.
Breaking Hart Benton writes a good river song called ‘Blind River’ perfect for Melbourne audiences. They sing about the hills, and lilies of the fields and valleys from their perspectives as traveling musicians.
They sing about the river that broke its bank in the 2011 Queensland flood; while their own rain dance song ‘Let It Rain’ celebrates the coming of the bounty of water for the desert and mountains, and higher dryer houses that rose above the great flood using the cynicism of socialist folk to open our eyes to a different Queensland.
Breaking Hart Benton isn’t afraid of words like Celtic and Appalachian because they picked up a banjo and a fiddle and made them core instruments.
You will hear male singers who follow the folk voices of Bob Dylan in ‘Everybody’s Lonesome’ and Paul Kelly in ‘My Michelle’.
Added to that are enjoyable bluegrass female vocals of a band sound.
You could also enjoy them if you liked the vocals of Marcus Mumford whose popularity opened doors for new folk men to become the fathers of a new generation.
Mumford and Sons breaking through to the Triple j audience with bold swearing and lion folk songs has given polite local men like these a genre pride for believing in their own guitar songs, and now is the time for new folk from the local clubs to start to headline the festival.
Saturday 23 June – Sol Bar, Maroochydoore
Sunday 24 June – Black Bear Lodge, Brisbane w/ Luna Junction and Rusty Datsuns
Saturday 30 June – Pure Pop Records in-store, Melbourne (3pm)
Saturday 30 June – Wesley Anne, Melbourne (5pm)
Wednesday 11 July – The Joynt, Brisbane w/ Luna Junction
Saturday 14 July – Spotted Cow, Toowoomba
Monday 16 July – The Cave, Gold Coast
Friday 20 July – Upfront Club, Maleny
Sunday 22 July – St Elmo Sunday Social Club, Byron Bay
Tuesday 24 July The Old Bar, Fitzroy, Melbourne.


Wellington band Gatherer starts with the tick of sound stops, a jumping record or drumbeat, noise repetition that could hurt any ear; but those addicted to the tapping and trained to yearn for noise and await the song of new sound with open ear.
Track two ‘Mr’ begins the loud attack of the sound of a ‘Mighty Mighty’ band that revels in their ‘San Francisco Bathhouse’ headline show.
International Getaway tells that as soon as they made it to the King Arms in Auckland they were out and flying west for musical Melbourne.
You know I don’t even know if they played at those venues, and am just namedropping places I went on a past holiday, but I do know this band has spread their *“arms out to make the perfect aeroplane”, with the resolution of a new start and the LP So Be It, marks their entrée.
They come politely on their knees worshipping our local *“lady with sore knees,” and a willingness to play venues and drink the local beer.
The Pilgrim brothers come with Winter and Sproull intentionally gathering hooks and keys of lyrics laden with poetry to offer in their album.
Multiple male vocals chant the chorus of title track ‘So Be It’ against a gentle keyboard.
In Regular Frontiers the heavy metal music returns as the males play together, suggesting the stability of a lineup from a band like Shihad though they haven’t yet tried attaching themselves to hometown associations choosing to be classed alongside those bands they have supported like The Getaway Plan, Fear Before and La Dispute. They are clever hardcore music, and attractive metal, that might even make it to Soundwave sometime with their shirts on, and the buttons done up. You would place them on the same stage as Dillenger Escape Plan as young blood, the kind of core that missed the first Fugazi tour but bought Repeater and listened to it later with all the other good things that came out that they could use as influence. But now they are here in Australia, they just might be one of the more promising acts on offer on THIS large island in the *“southern fucking hemisphere”.

LISTEN: To the folk guitar and drum textures within the song part changes in final track 5 minute belter ‘DDPXL’ via their site.


Download code for LP So Be It for readers who email and name the Wellington venues listed in the review above.
*Lyrical quotes.


Going to City Lights
By Alicia Bee
© 2012.

Going to California
Going to city lights,
Going to climb Matterhorn
Just to see the sights.
I heard a story in a song,
About a band that died in LA,
They thought they’d become famous,
But they split up and called it a day.
Going to California,
To stare at the city lights,
They have a home in San Francisco,
Where you can stay for a night,
I read a book on the road,
About travellers that go to the edge of the earth,
I had to look for myself to know,
But I still didn’t cross the desert to Perth.
Going to California,
Going to stay up all night,
Going to pray at the mission,
To keep good will on the right.
I was told about the heart of the horse,
That died before racing in USA,
He had travelled all over the world,
Before he was poisoned near the bay.
Going to California,
Blinded by the city lights,
They say there is an endless festival,
At the end of the day long flight,
I wrote about the places I saw,
Before I even travelled,
I drafted most of the poems,
Years before they were published.
Going to California,
To dance under the city lights,
They say they drink Zinfandel,
Each night as they look at the sky.