Here’s a video of Jo and I improvising on the wires during the broadcast.

Thanks for the response and thanks especially to Alan Lamb and the Wagga Space Program for giving us the opportunity. We had lots of fun and learned heaps : )

What’s the time?

[silence]

Bet I’m the only one awake.

Bet I’m the only one awake feeling like this.

Was it raining? The earth is refreshed, but I feel like…

{c’mon, guess}

a long drive? uh-uh.

coffee? goes without typing

wine-tasting? still can.

What?

[incomprehensible]

Oh.

hoo boy.

Bet I’m the only one awake feeling this GOOD.

Featuring performances by Tom Ellard, Robin Fox,  Bradbury & Dave Noyze, Robbie Avenaim, Sleepville and more.
Meals are available in the Home Tavern café downstairs

Participant size
XL/XXL 18% (national average 13%)
L 22% (14%)
M 29% (45%)
S 20% (20%)
XS 11% (8%)

Average volume (ie, sound not capacity) 28dB

Average volume except during performance 8dB (NOTE: includes sleep time)

Psychological well-being by activity
Smiling 19%
Concentrating 71%
Fidgeting 16%
Drinking [statistic auto-removed by site-controller]
Photographing (including video) 27%
Photographing others taking photographs (or video) 14% (over time)
Performing 1-12% (over time)
Reporting or composing 8%
Dancing 2%

Live blog on bus
The legislative system on the bus “Fatal Irony” is discontinuous from the laws and regulations which apply outside, in Wagga Wagga proper. The manner of application is also novel – only on Fatal Irony, for example, is there continuous and direct quasi-governmental oversight.
As Patrick White notes in The Eye of the Storm (with slight paraphrase here for the sake of syntax), “Time and arthritis clinch the matter.”
It finished with little net efficiency increase, as crossing cattle added more than an hour to our journey through the visibly drying Riverina hills.

Wire
The wire interacted in an almost inflammable (or flammable) manner with my newly borrowed Kenneth Koch poetry anthology All Unsound participants quickly improvised a gorgeous verse, an abstract L*A*N*G*U*A*G*E number not unrelated to Old Man Emu. Subtle reverbs of occasional gumnuts hitting the wire from Eucalypts 41 and 46 (at a probability hiss/miss of 3/86) certainly added musicality.

Coolamon
First signs of the rift which resulted in some productions leaving a space between un and sound: that between shriekers and whisperers. One shrieker had somehow captured a whisperer, hogtied and suspended him above three hundred turntables at 33 rpm ± 8%. Each turntable emitted an array of researched frequencies designed to anger different bee and wasp species. As many of you saw, the result transformed the whisperer in the desired manner.

Café, Coolamon
The rift in some ways widened at the café, where Coolamon had come up with its first vegan menu (an interesting combination of vegemite and rye bread rolls). A waitress was delighted to be invested into the Order of the Noisy, and the café name is now changed to The Fox and Banjo.

Out of diesel
The train pulled out of Coolamon Railway Station under a clear blue sky, and yet under a cloud. I could not see how a unified journey to Junee, let alone back to Wagga Wagga, would ensue.

But once under way, the parties reached an accommodation of sorts with the spontaneous invention of “Heat Art”, and the dubbing of carriages 8-13 “Unheat”.

The searing Riverina temperatures played the traintracks liked a ukelele, twisting and twanging up a mean groove which our train, newly named Caldogare, danced to with the unfailing taste of an Adelaide limbo-ist (obscure reference to 1996).

The train will depart Coolamon station at 2:15pm for Junee, arriving at Junee Roundouse at 3:30pm where Arthur Wicks and Rod Cooper’s work will be installed. Anthony Pateras will perform a piano piece as well.

There will be performances and installations on the train and at Coolamon station by Bradbury and Dave Noyze, Alex Gawronski, Justice Yeldham and the Von Krapp Family
The train leaves the Junee at 5:25pm to arrive in Wagga Wagga on 6:00pm.

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Oh shit, the bus!!! Gotta go.

The light show was marvellous too, a result of the application of letratone and letraset onto clear film. For some reason I was reminded of the joke about how Native Americans got their names (when they were still called Indians (ie, even before the term Amerindians passed in and out of use)).

As for the trucks: disappointing, especially compared with the Gundagai meet last week. Much had been made of the Wagga Wagga debut of GM’s Rockwell 2 1/5 ton top-loader axles, now combined for the first time with hydraulically dampened traction bar suspension. To me, this dampened velocity and did nothing for traction. My companion, usually of gentler critical intensity than I am, went so far as to say, “I’ve seen wilder moves by SUVs in the Sydney Harbour Tunnel.”

Unsound launch, includes performances by Rod Cooper and Al Duvall & Singin’ Sadie plus film screenings by Otherfilm (Brisbane): THE FRESH PRINTS, new 16mm experimental film recently acquired by the National Film and Sound Archive in Canberra.

My remorse is shown in the following haiku:

Raspberries all round.
see you on dusty ground for
actual unsound.