The fourth annual Melbourne Ukulele Festival (affectionately called MUF) is in less than a week. Since this is such a fantastic festival, and my little band the Urban Ukes are playing there, I thought it timely to blog about ukuleles and how they make me rather happy.
Heres the cute poster I made for the event:
Me and the Uke
I picked up the ukulele a few years ago after I got quite sick and needed a positive bed-friendly distraction. My first ukulele was a lovely warm 6 stringed tenor Lanikai, and it's still my favourite. It led to a lot of songwriting and open mics, and then meeting the Melbourne Ukulele Collective (MUK) and playing at their monthly open mic night. There I met the very talented uker, John Ferguson, and we've been playing together ever since. The whole being sick/music thing triggered a bit of a strange metamorphosis in me, and I decided to stop my day job, take a break, and reconfigure my compass in a more permanently creative direction. I have never really looked back. I took a year to study music at NMIT (and even blogged about it here), where I met Tom Jacka, who jumped on board with the double bass. Urban Ukes is now a fully rounded little musical outfit and awesome fun. We do lovely little gigs, mostly around Melbourne, and functions too. If you want to keep up with our news, we have a facebook page!
Why ukulele is the bomb
The ukulele is a pretty special little instrument. Its portable, cheap, easy to learn, and doesn't require any freakish finger stretches to do nice chords. These advantages might partly explain the fanatical plague that has swept the globe in the past few years: replacing the recorder as the class instrument in primary schools, ukulele collectives and festivals popping up everywhere, dominating YouTube channels, inspiring an entire album by Eddie Vedder.
Interestingly, it's not the first time people have gone mad for the ukulele - there was a bit of a craze in the 1920's jazz scene. But mass production and spreading of the word through the web has made this one entirely epic. Its interesting that it comes at a time when vintage, and DIY and all those nostalgic things have most definitely come back into the mainstream.
Even if the boom is just a fleeting fashion thing, it doesn't really matter. The important thing is that it's made music more accessible and less intimidating, so more people are making and sharing it (not just listening) and that is just splendid! I am also quite stoked that kids will be playing an instrument in school that they can sing along to. Recorder always felt so restrained. Except maybe for this guy.
You should play too!
If you feel like jumping on the friendly ukulele wagon, a good place to start is the ukulele hunt website and of course if you're in or around Melbourne, new people are always welcome to come along to the MUK beginners and open mic nights.
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Melbourne Zine Fest 2013
Just over a week ago, the Sticky Institute's awesome annual festival, Paper City 2013, laid on four days of zine-inspired events, culminating in the famous Zine fair.
Unfortunately I couldn't make the workshops this year, but I happily scooted along to the Melbourne Town Hall last Sunday afternoon to catch some of the fair in all its papery madness as the festival drew to a close.
THE MISSION
To conquer the impressive labyrinth while remaining sane and financially liquid, I decided that I would set myself a bit of a challenge:- Stay for one hour
- Spend only the cash I got for Chinese New Year
- Stick to buying solo or duo work (not big collaboration comics)
- Blog about my top 10 zines and spread the goodness.
THE HAUL
Other than breaking rule two at the very first table within 5 minutes of my arrival and stretching it out to 12 zines, I was pretty happy with my haul. In just over an hour, I met dozens really interesting people and uncovered an equal number of little works of genius.
In no particular order...
The lovely Lou, perched at a table draped in what appeared suspiciously to be a genuine 1980's Mickey Mouse bedsheet, introduced me to her mini folded cartrip inspired zine, Hoon Haiku. It's kooky and clever with great drawings by textaqueen (2) and funny little observations about Australia in Haiku style. Being from country Victoria, one that made me chuckle: "My holden is me, I've never been out of town, I demand respect." Being clever and lovely, Lou of course does a bazillion other things, like run BreakdownPress - independent publishers based in Melbourne. She also handed me a free copy of their 30 page broadsheet of provocative Peace Posters. I can't wait to tack up the "Paper planes not war planes" poster!
Arlene "Texta-Queen" is Lou's collaborator on Haiku and is obviously a very talented lass. I didn't meet her, but I couldn't resist one of her textanude postcards. On her flickr she describes her work as 'drawing her fabulous friends naked - feminism made fun'. I adore them! This one reads 'Eventually they were released from prison, and sold their stories'. It reminded me of the story of Pussy Riot, the Russian feminist punk band whose members received 2 years jail and hard labour last year for 'hooliganism' after a guerilla performance in an orthodox catholic church. I have a feeling those ladies might do more than sell their stories when they get out though. Look out Putin!
Li-Kim Chuah's Mini Cat Zine was a pretty easy pick for me since it came with this set of wacky cat collage postcards. We discussed the sad fact that most people, when asked about their pet cats, after saying how cute they are, relay a story another cat's unfortunate but dramatic and memorable demise. It is a cracker of a read, and I chuckled loudly most of the way through its 16 charmingly wonky little typeset pages. There were even some surprise references to exorcism, skyping, and sex changes, demonstrating that Li-Kim is at the forefront of cat journalism.
Marta Tesoro is damned clever. I caught her sketching her little bunny character in poses that were being debated among her stallmates: cute? coy? seductive? You can see the doodlings for yourself here. She's an animator of clever kids content by day, and clearly has a techno/steampunky bent too. I loved her illustrations of Great flying machines of the ocean in her zine Fishbones. Skipping over the clips in her blog its clear she's also versatile as hell. Love it!
Willo press (the genius of Joy Serwylo) was a bit of a surprise find. I just wan't expecting to find miniature (I'm talking centimetres) books with hand stitched binding at a zine fare. I was delighted though, particularly at the quality of craftsmanship, attention to detail, and the themes of geography and biology that littered the pages of her little gems. I asked her how she got into making little books, and she said she'd always had a fascination with small things. As a kid, when her scientist/geologist father went to Japan, he asked her what she would like him to buy her as as a gift. She replied 'get me the smallest thing you can find'. He returned weeks later with a little piece of card that had two rice kernels attached. When she looked up close she could see one kernel was painted with excruciatingly miniscule detail as a girl, the other a boy. Go Dad - killing it in the gifts department! Joy is also a talented paint and textile artist - you can check out more here.
Amy is obviously a very talented drawer and painter. She modestly assured me of this by pointing to the lovely display at her stall and apologised profusely that she had nothing I could buy that would impress me! Amy you are funny and way too nice! Ha! No seriously though, the display was super clever, and the zine that I did buy from her was, as dad would put it, a real ripper. Build yourself a clothes forest is a reprint of an activity book that she made for her friend, including challenges like opshop treasure hunts, hosting a favourite record party or trivial pursuit pie party, and Melbourne bride spotting. I really think this one is a goer Amy! She is so modest that she doesn't even have contact details! However, she was thankfully sitting with her friend (7) Peter if I ever need to back-order.
Peader Thomas is a talented freelance illustrator and comic man and is also very dapper. He was sketching an astronaut when I met he and Amy, and he wasn't sure what do do with the little character! I love stumbling on these artistic conundrums! Its like you're right there inside the brain when you watch someone sketch like that. Bit creepy. Anyhow, Peader's Sketchy Sketch 3 really brought out the scifi nerd that lurks below my thin membrane of normality. Robots on bikes? Yeah! Check out his site to see for yourself! I would really like a print of that one actually...
It was so lovely to meet two artistic brothers stalling it up at the fair. I think the Fulton bros. must have had a nice childhood, going by their drawings and also their general friendliness. I could be way off the mark, but there's this nostalgia in both the guy's styles that is really appealing.
Andrew Fulton's Pubes of Fire, really caught my eye. A really little comic that tells the story of a guy unlucky in love due to his unfortunate physical predicament of, well, flaming pubic hair. We can all relate to this guy on one level or another. Hmmm. Andrew's illustrations are sometimes kind of naughty and the illustrations are so charming they're impossible to resist.
Andrew Fulton's Pubes of Fire, really caught my eye. A really little comic that tells the story of a guy unlucky in love due to his unfortunate physical predicament of, well, flaming pubic hair. We can all relate to this guy on one level or another. Hmmm. Andrew's illustrations are sometimes kind of naughty and the illustrations are so charming they're impossible to resist.
Stewart Stwee Fulton was sketching away, and had a totally different style that I also loved. I was so distracted chatting and also hooked on Stew's amazing merchandise that I bought a one of his great hand drawn badges (which I adore) but didn't buy one of his zines (idiot). Anyway, thankfully I can check out his amazing flickr account, and so can you! I particularly like the quirky fluidity of his characters and clever simplicity of their faces - somehow they have a real vintage quality to them. I'd love to see them animated!
Keeping Gert company was her friend Briony. After a bit of annoying prodding from me, she described her own art projects that bring together art and science. I had a bit of trouble understanding precisely what she meant, but it sounded so intriguing I just had to follow it up! Now I've had a chance to browse her flickr and her projects with the scalefreenetwork collaborative - definitely worth it. The projects are so complex and beautiful, I'd love to follow it up and write a feature on her work sometime!
Gemma is a very clever illustrator and marker of things, with a quirky perspective and great sense of colour and space. I picked up two of her publications. The first, a sweet little mini-storybook called The girl with the pigeon tail, is kind of like the girls edition of Andrew Fulton's (8) Pubes on Fire, only in the end pigeon girl finds solace in making art. If only pubes boy and pigeon tail were compatible. Second, was About the Artist a collection of portraits and profiles of Gemma's artistic and creative friends and acquaintances, trying to understand what goes on in their brains.WRAP UP
Gemma's About the artist felt quite serendipitous. It captured a key reason that I enjoy the zine fair so much. There is something beautiful about the creative brain, and a special electricity when makers are doing their thing. And when everyone is squished together in one place like the zine fair...phew...its magic! I stopped for a breather up in the stalls and took some photos, and looking down I felt I was peering into a creative hive - a swarm of busy all-sorts shooting about the place, new ideas feeding off every moment. It's in these moments that I realise how lucky I am to live in Melbourne, brimming with such a big lovely community of writers and drawers and makers and thinkers.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...
If you missed out on this year's Paper City, all is not lost. The Sticky Institute are always up to something interesting, and this Saturday 23 Feb they are doing an all nighter, staying open from 7pm to 7am as part of Melbourne's inaugeral White Night Festival, including a 12 hour zine marathon! Definitely worth checking out.
Also. I think zines are mad. You should make one! There's an easy minizine you can start with, that's made with one A4 page, and after folding winds up with 8 pages. This Rookie mag article gives some great tips on making zines if you need somewhere to get started.
Also. I think zines are mad. You should make one! There's an easy minizine you can start with, that's made with one A4 page, and after folding winds up with 8 pages. This Rookie mag article gives some great tips on making zines if you need somewhere to get started.
SOME PICS FROM THE FAIR:
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| Mysterious messages in bottles and sticks |
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| Gals sharing some great music |
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| Lou (1) |
Always something pretty on the walls of my city
Was introduced to a little cafe today off Flinders lane called 'de alleyway'. The coffee is lovely and strong and rich and they stir in your sugars even when you eat in which is extra special I think because you get to put the pretty milk pattern to your lips instead of smashing it up with a spoon!
I love the quirky collective mural on the wall of the cafe - done by some clever people including virginiahau.com. I took some pics of because I loved it so much I wanted to share it. I hope they don't mind!



I love the quirky collective mural on the wall of the cafe - done by some clever people including virginiahau.com. I took some pics of because I loved it so much I wanted to share it. I hope they don't mind!
The good that comes from the bad
So there is one big thing I have really been meaning to write about!
Just over a year ago I was diagnosed with tuberculosis.
This was pretty weird. For a plethora or reasons: I'm a young, female, white, middle class westerner who is generally rather homely and boring. [Although those factors didn't help Beth much in Little Women!]. So I'm not a statistically obvious candidate for this vintage ailment.
But its mostly weird because I am named after a young girl who grew up in my little home town at the turn of the last century who died from TB. DIED I tells ya! Things have certainly come a long way since then thankfully and I'm not going to die or anything. But that is a creepy coincidence right?
Now, sufferin' the consumption was nasty. The drugs were really yucky, intense and boring. But it forced me to stop, and slowed me down, and gave me a chance to enjoy things properly, and wonder why I'm here and who I am and whether it even means anything? Being cooped up at home under quarantine, I had time, real time!
So what must one do in the face of such peril? Besides learn origami, drink tea, read Frankie and take endless instagram photos of the cat...?
Well I bought a ukulele of course! I started strumming away, writing cute little happy tunes, singing out from under the doona in my pyjamas! One thing led to another. When I felt a bit better, I sung at my first open mic night and people really liked my songs! I'd always been so freaking SHY, that this was a lovely surprise and a bit of a hallelujah moment (without the angels)!
Then I busked. I formed a little ukulele band (the urban ukes). We got a residency in a little cafe. I got my first paid gig. First festival. I took a break from work. I auditioned for music school. And then I got in! I even won a little study grant from the lovely NMIT to help me along my way!
And on top of all that, or maybe because of all that, I fell in love with a beautiful man!
So there you go. Some truly great things can truly come from the bad. You never know where this crazy life is going to take you. Sometimes you just need a kick up the bum to make you do the things you love!
Just over a year ago I was diagnosed with tuberculosis.
This was pretty weird. For a plethora or reasons: I'm a young, female, white, middle class westerner who is generally rather homely and boring. [Although those factors didn't help Beth much in Little Women!]. So I'm not a statistically obvious candidate for this vintage ailment.
But its mostly weird because I am named after a young girl who grew up in my little home town at the turn of the last century who died from TB. DIED I tells ya! Things have certainly come a long way since then thankfully and I'm not going to die or anything. But that is a creepy coincidence right?
Now, sufferin' the consumption was nasty. The drugs were really yucky, intense and boring. But it forced me to stop, and slowed me down, and gave me a chance to enjoy things properly, and wonder why I'm here and who I am and whether it even means anything? Being cooped up at home under quarantine, I had time, real time!
So what must one do in the face of such peril? Besides learn origami, drink tea, read Frankie and take endless instagram photos of the cat...?
Well I bought a ukulele of course! I started strumming away, writing cute little happy tunes, singing out from under the doona in my pyjamas! One thing led to another. When I felt a bit better, I sung at my first open mic night and people really liked my songs! I'd always been so freaking SHY, that this was a lovely surprise and a bit of a hallelujah moment (without the angels)!
Then I busked. I formed a little ukulele band (the urban ukes). We got a residency in a little cafe. I got my first paid gig. First festival. I took a break from work. I auditioned for music school. And then I got in! I even won a little study grant from the lovely NMIT to help me along my way!
And on top of all that, or maybe because of all that, I fell in love with a beautiful man!
So there you go. Some truly great things can truly come from the bad. You never know where this crazy life is going to take you. Sometimes you just need a kick up the bum to make you do the things you love!
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