big day out 2063

Originally rejected by the Vulture Magazine. I was asked to write about music festivals of the future. Apparently I missed the mark.

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You’ve woken up after five decades on ice. This happens.  You’ve seen movies, I’ve seen movies.  It happens. What’s the first thing you’d do? Considering it’s a post-apocalyptic hellscape with an economy that runs on butter-knives and nails, you’ll probably want to chill, you know, get groovy.

Thankfully, despite the fact that octopi are our overlords and most people work in the oxygen mines (if they’re lucky), music festivals are still around. However they are a bit different. Firstly you don’t just stumble into one after selling your sister’s wii to buy a ticket on gumtree. You have to know the people that run the railroad. You know, THE railroad, a series of electromagnetic rickshaws that lead to the de-com zone. At the border your mandatory smartphone is deactivated.  For a few precious hours participants are unhooked from the digi-scape. Here you are able to think without it going viral, and laugh without then being recommended humorous ways to spend your hard-mined oxygen.

Silence and light are the canvas and paint of the minstrels of 2063.  This is no surprise in a world of screaming digital hurricanes, where octopi ride smugly around on grinding spider turrets. However it’s a few hours before the main act uses augmented sunglasses and earmuffs to take you to a quieter, brighter place. You stroll pass a man-bear, shouting into a can, at the bottom of a pit. He has gathered a crowd but it’s probably mostly holograms and proxies. No one important performs before the bloodside of the moon is out.

Some things never change, and waiting in line for food is one them. You have some money given to you by the nuke-tattooed Al-Rach Faction, who smuggled you into the De-Com zone, in return for the copyright on your bemused likeness as you stumbled into their den. Ironically enough – while most laws have collapsed, copyright laws have only gotten stronger. You finger the butterknives in your pocket as you get closer to the menu, wondering if you’ll have enough spare nails to get a drink as well.

While food as we know it hasn’t really been around since the soil turned bad, thankfully there was enough sneakers made to feed most public events for the next few hundred years. You chew a shoelace listlessly, ambling around hoping you find something that catches your ear.  The schedule appears to be a plasticine cube the others are slowly eating so you can’t really tell if anything good is on.

Finally the masses of tattooed and circuited, mutated and augmented, suited and naked, start to flock around a glowing singularity. Someone hands you glasses and earmuffs, and tendrils of light and silence start to whip around the pockmarked field. Under the shattered dome and blood red sky, surrounded by the piercing wale of the octopi death machines, thousands of freaks are dragged into the singularity by the silence and light.

They won’t be one for long, but for now they are together.

 

120,000 March Against Abbott And His Xenophobic, Homophobic Corporate Agenda

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The March in March was a very powerful event. For one thing, for the first time in a quite a while, the turn out was bigger than the people attending on facebook. (Over 120,000 nationally is a conservative estimate).

For those not in the know, March In March was a national protest, organised as a unified message that we are not happy with the way the government has carried itself in its first term.   Dredging our reef, detaining and murdering those seeking asylum, breaking promises and just generally being terrible.  It is a grass roots movement, with no political affiliations and no corporate sponsors.  The message was spread entirely over social media so I had no idea what to expect.

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The March

My first impression was a jostling, crowded hall leading from Melbourne Central to the square. I was cranky, I’d just eaten a Coles muffin, because I didn’t want to seem like a class traitor and buy a cake at a patisserie.  So I was ready to be disappointed.

I emerged into the throng out the front of the state library and the thoughts of my supermarket muffin dropped from my mind like the crumbs from my mouth. I saw for the first time the power of one message on thousands of lips.

cool guys were getting in the way of my revolution.

Denim and cardigans have their place in the revolution.

The electricity in the air was tangible.  Hippies, crust punks, mothers, fathers, suits, rags, the people. All walks of life there to show their vote of no confidence for our government.

What the elite ruling class forgets is that the more people they cram into the disenfranchised lower classes, the more of ‘us’ there is than ‘them’.

There were thousands of people there, all gleeful, energised with the sudden realisation that they are not alone. The message was clear – free refugees, act for human rights, act on climate change and act on behalf of the people, not the ruling elite.  Give us an NBN, don’t touch our unions and don’t sign the fucking TPP without showing us first.

All we ask for is decency, transparency and accountability.  The simple things promised to us, the government’s side of the social contract.

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It's ten times cheaper to integrate a detainee than imprison them.

It’s ten times cheaper to integrate a detainee than imprison them.

Highlights

The entire march was a huge testament to the power of collectivism.  So many disparate groups coming together to declare their lack of faith in our government.  Exercising their hard won right to hold the ruling class accountable for their actions.  There were a few high points for me though

• Dancing around a roaming drum circle/jazz band/beatboxing fusion crew.

• Floating between the islands of chants like: “Shame Abbott Shame”, “Newtown students got it right, Tony Abbott’s not that bright” and “Hey Hey, Ho Ho, Tony Abbott’s got to go”.

• Massing on the stairs of parliament, where a megaphone was passed around, creating a platform for anyone to speak. It was a real parliament on the steps of a false one.  I actually got up and had a little rage about the new move along laws.

• My friend lifting his daughter into the air to the disgruntled traffic cut off by the parade.  “We’re doing this for her, not for you” I crowed, proud to fight for her future and mine.

• No violence, no roughness and no litter.

Even I got a megaphone!

Even I got a megaphone!

The People’s Mandate

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It’s clear, the people’s mandate has been declared. Our current government no longer represents the will of the people.

• They have taken our interests and sold them to the highest corporate bidder.

• They have traded basic human ethics to pander to a xenophobic elite, who control the minds of the masses through a media monopoly.

• They have traded our future prosperity, the very habitability of our planet, for today’s profits margin.

Tony Abbott, Rupert Murdoch, Gina Reinhart and the rest of the ruling oligarchy can squeeze workers, hurt our brothers and kill our world, ’til their dollar buys nothing but dust. Or they can end corporate welfare, divert resources and funds to a sustainable economy and ensure a high standard of life to anyone that falls within our care.

You have two years left Mr Abbott. Use the time to undo what you’ve done, or forever have the blood of generations on your hands. Face the crowds, thousands strong. No number of fluorescent vested foot soldiers will stop you from answering for your crimes.

These are your people, whether you like it or not.

These are your people, whether you like it or not.

What’s Next?

The thing is, we can’t just go back to sharing memes on facebook, we need more. We need to engage with our local political groups, protest, organize rallies, and stand up for what we believe in. Don’t let the opiates of a captalist society dull your edge. Don’t skip the protest because of a hangover. Party all night and rock up drunk if you have to.

Together we are strong. We will be told we are weak, by the media, and those who have chosen to believe it. But inaction and complicity puts as much guilt on us as it does on those in power.

Engage with March in March organisers here.

Get the facts on whistleblowers, information and data exploitation and the TPP. – The free world as we know it is under threat.

Read the litany of Tony Abbott’s crimes here. – Be sure to have a stiff drink on hand.

Find your local representative here. – Write, call, email. Tell them what matters to you.

Fight, protest, write, and volunteer. We can build a world of peace and prosperity, a world that lasts. A world that innovates, then shares the fruits of that to all.

It starts today. It starts with you.

UPDATE: Man apparently run down by police after refusing to move (screen cap of post about it for posterity).  News.com.au is reporting it as a collapse.  Will report further as facts emerge.

 

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Victoria’s New Anti-Protest Laws are Unconstitutional and Reflect the Erosion of our Liberties.

The Victorian government has just passed a law that allows the issue of fines of up to $600 and jail time for up to two years, for anyone failing to move along if requested at a protest. This is purportedly to stop protests at the tunnel project, for the much maligned east/west tunnel.  However it has far reaching implications for our rights to freedom of speech and assembly, and the liberties they protect.

What it means

This means that police (foot soldiers of the executive) can end a protest arbitrarily.  While it is not presented as anti-protest law, protests can be disbanded if considered to have the potential of “Impeding lawful access to premises”, “causing others to have a reasonable fear of violence”, and “engaging in behaviour likely to cause damage to property”.  I’m sorry, is my democracy bothering you?

People can be excluded from areas, and be given permanent bans from areas as broad as the entire CBD.  If these exclusion orders are breached a protestor can face up to 2 years jail time simply for returning to the scene of the ‘crime’ to buy milk up to a year later.

Civil, peaceful protest is the cornerstone of our democracy. It is the way people can speak directly to their representatives, fellow people, and the media. It is empowering to the people, who are able to look left, and right and see fellow supporters of their cause. Rights to peaceful assembly form part of political speech, and by alienating and criminalising the behaviour the government alienates and criminalises its people.

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This law is unconstitutional

This infringement on our core rights is a breach of the social contract, and the constitution. Freedom of speech is protected in Australia. It is not spelled out im the constitution, but has been implied into the constitution because of the representational nature of democracy. The high court declared that for a democracy to function, freedom of speech needs to be protected. While states have the ability to make their own laws, they cannot override the high court, or the constitution. The judiciaries very role is to protect the people from tyranny by the executive arms of government.

Protesting as freedom of speech.

Freedom of speech isn’t just about being able to like and share funny photos of Tony Abbott looking creepy, it’s about communicating a message about political action. For so many of us, who don’t control media outlets and don’t hold influential positions in the community, protest is the only channel, where small voices can join and be heard. The ruling elite are working tirelessly to strip our rights and liberties, and return the general populace to a docile working class. No longer do they represent the people, but corporate and elitist interests.

Protest is the ultimate form of political expression. Protest at the mercy of corporate footsoldiers is no protest at all.

These are the people that voted for the 'move along' laws.  Who's interests do you think they serve?

These are the people that voted for the ‘move along’ laws. Whose interests do you think they serve?

What can we do?

There are administrative and civil procedures that allow for the challenge of government rulings and actions.  But those channels are often out of the reach of regular folk.  Ironically enough up until now a law like this would be met with protest, however I doubt anyone wants to risk jailtime.  Then again, the anti-protest laws in Ukraine turned into a bloody, 10,000 strong march on the Capitol.  I would hope that the government is wise enough to understand that taking away the right to peaceful protest leaves only one other option.

And I’m not talking about Facebook statuses.

Undercover Subversive Corporate Slave Dog.

First published in The Bird Street Press November ’13.

I wear a shirt. I work in a building. I’ve spent years sitting at a computer, looking at it, typing, talking, and generally making money at a higher margin than I am paid, which funnels into some ones profit and loss report, which files into a bigger report, which eventually becomes a new set of caps on some rich guys stupid teeth.

And don’t think I don’t I see you cool guys on the train snickering over your… art portfolios and cowboy hats. I get it, “hey suit-dick, why waste your life farting into a chair?” Why? Cause I’m no frickin’ good at anything.

I can’t draw, I’m a mediocre musician, I’m only funny when I’m mad and the one time I attempted stand-up comedy was probably one of the most bleak stretches of introspection the Townsville Comedy Club had ever experienced.

But I’ve got a plan.

You see I’m working them from the inside. My life is the ultimate sacrifice to art; I’m a parody of a man, a slipshod, makeshift marionette of corporate culture, jerkily dancing to the tune of the free market, laughing at terrible jokes from middle-management, looking serious and taking notes when people say stuff to me.

I’m not even listening when I take those notes. I’m often just writing words down rhythmically, that I look at later and think to myself… what… uplift? Extension… overlap?

Ok… I hear you say… “nice plan Goudie… but it doesn’t really make sense… that doesn’t sound much like a plan… more like a blend of schizophrenia and ADD”..
But you see I’ve taken subversive irony to the ultimate logical conclusion.

I’m ironically wearing a suit, I’ll ironically buy a house in the suburbs, get an ironic short back and sides haircut and sit on my ironic lawn chair drinking ironically light beer and raise an ironic toast to the ultimate act of countercultural subversion.

The boy born on a hippy commune, raised by a flutist, shredding guitar licks, vomiting blood and getting banned from venues will die respected by his pastor, with fat happy grandkids sobbing over my moderately priced coffin, and my tombstone will read.. “get it?” (on the bottom, facing lava).

So next time you sneer at some drone in a suit and tie, remember they may have dedicated their life to a parody of conformity, and they are actually so punk rock you can’t even tell.

Probably not though.

The Appropriation Of Counter Culture

First published in The Bird Street Press August ’13.

Beware misfits shirts and Che Guevara anything. For decades the counter culture has churned out symbols of its ideals and ideologies and mainstream media has either trivialised or appropriated it to sell coca cola and sunglasses.

While this can seem harmless in some respects it’s also a very sneaky tactic for the money men to dilute the message behind a culture. Look at the hippies. They weren’t just fucking in the mud, they were making a statement about the potential to be ‘apart’ from an inherently broken system of war and money.

But their symbols were mocked in mainstream media as actors donned long hair and threw peace signs around, and the money men were able to put words in the mouth of the movement. So be wary of labels, fashions and symbols that can be plastered on t shirts or slapped on pop stars. Or you might end up as the poster child for the very thing you detest.

Or BECOME a pop star and let Pepsi pay the bills.