My friend Elmo Keep has written this sprawling, fascinating mind-fuck of an article about the Mars One mission. It’s long, but I really think it’s well worth your time.
My friend Elmo Keep has written this sprawling, fascinating mind-fuck of an article about the Mars One mission. It’s long, but I really think it’s well worth your time.

‘Twas a Christmas miracle when Steele Saunders invited myself and Tommy Dassalo into his podcasting lounge for a Chrissie edition of ILGGL. Enjoy it here.
Season’s Greetings!
Seems everyone is talking about the #Hottest100…
I can’t believe those people were in the room at the SAME TIME?!?!?!?!
See what you make of my favourite tunes of the year (here in no particular order) and then get voting yourself on the triple j website here.
Jungle – Busy Earnin’
Undeniable banger, awesome film clip, was used in the promos for Broad City – what else do ya want???
The Kite String Tangle – Arcadia
Given The Chance was so damn catchy and striking, KTST had a lot to live up to, and I reckon he totally nailed it with this pop gem. This bittersweet love song about people trying and giving up gives me chills every time I hear it.
Robert Plant – Rainbow
You know how there are some legacy acts out there that you see every now and again and you think “Oh that’s nice to see him/her because s/he is still around and s/he is a musical legend and their older music means a lot to me but I can’t imagine they’re STILL writing good songs?”
That’s what I thought when I saw Robert Plant on The Colbert Report earlier this year. And then he played this. And yes, it’s kind of cheesey hippy love-rock, but fuck it – that’s right up my alley.
Against Me! – FUCKMYLIFE666
A great song in its own right, but framed by the story of Laura Jane Grace, the lead singer of a power-punk band that bravely and proudly came out as transgender, then released a corker of an album in Transgender Dysphoria Blues, it becomes seminal. I love the feeling of a song hitting you full in the face, stirring something deep inside you as you slowly realise that truly, you’re listening to an ANTHEM.
No more troubled sleep, there’s a brave new world that’s raging inside of me!
Courtney Barnett – Bein’ Around
A perfect cover of a perfect song.
Taylor Swift – Shake It Off
#SorryNotSorry
Snakehips – Days With You (Feat. Sinead Harnett)
CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON. Straight up.
Sun Kil Moon – I Can’t Live Without My Mother’s Love
Benji is my favourite album of the year, even though it took my heart and jumped on it and wrenched it out and shot it and sliced and diced it over and over. This gorgeously simple folk tribute from a son to his mother makes me cry and even more thankful for the women in my life.
Phantogram – Fall In Love
There’s so much going on in this and I’m happy about all of it. I must have listened to this at least 100 times now and every time I do, I find something new. It’s dense, interesting and confronting pop that still manages to be a bunch of fun and convey the sporadic euphoria and darkness of falling for someone.
Kimbra – 90s music
Nothing gives me a music-stiffy quicker than an artist making a statement and presenting the world with their singular, uncompromised vision. Kimbra just doesn’t give a fuck: she makes the demented pop she wants to make and presents it with gusto. I just love her, I loved her record, I loved her performing this on Letterman and yes, I love 90s music (and listening to it erry day). \m/

Hear Karl, Tommy, THE LEGEND THAT IS HG and me talk about the ARIAs, Fatso the Wombat, stickpins, the Channel Nine show and more. It’s all here.

Last year I was foolish enough to be involved in a live recording of Steele Saunders‘ I Love Green Guide Letters podcast at the Meredith Music Festival.
It was downright silly and brought shame upon my family.
This year, Steele couldn’t make it to the festival but Tommy Dassalo was adamant that the tradition should be upheld. So we did this.
I apologise unreservedly.

Not gonna lie, I teared up a fair bit today as I went along to Lindsay ‘The Doctor’ McDougall‘s Fucking Off Party. He’s a brilliant, lovely, generous, talented man and I feel very lucky to count him as a friend. He leaves behind a kick-arse legacy at the js and had a hell of a show to (almost) go out on one (he’s back on air tomorrow).
I got to jump up and make a bit of fun of him and say a few words; you can listen back to the whole thing here.
Rod Quantock (whom I love) is running a Pozible campaign to help his climate change education initiative, The Last Tim Tam.
It’s sometimes easy to forget that Straya is doing shit all about climate change (or that it really matters), so reminders about that are ideal.
Rod knows heaps of stuff and is fucking hilarious and if there’s anyone who can save us, it’s him. I chipped in some bucks for this campaign and I hope you can too. Any contribution will help make an interesting, funny wake up call to this crisis a reality.
Christmas cometh! And hey, trust me, I love wine and chocolates and bikes and Action Man toys as much as the next guy, but what else is nice is helping disadvantaged people.
Oxfam does a very good job of that, so if you can’t think what to get your family or friends or lover this year, check out their Unwrapped site and maybe buy someone a goat like a BAWS.
Profoundly shitty news has come through today that the comedian, activist, writer, thinker, sexy fox and downright legend that is Stella Young passed away over the weekend due to a brain aneurism.
I was lucky enough to meet Stella once or twice on the Melbourne comedy scene. She was funny. She was passionate. She was a delight to talk to. She cut through bullshit like a knife. She made me think about so many things differently.
We’re all lessened by her passing and we’re going to miss her. It’s a fucking bummer.
Thankfully she lives on through her work, like the above TED talk she gave, through quotes like these, through writing like this and through jokes like these:
Stella’s family has asked folks to donate to Domestic Violence Victoria, a cause that Stella was particularly passionate about. If you can spare a buck or two for them, that’d be great.
As a comedian with a disability, Stella was also very passionate about the wheelchair-accessibility of performance venues at comedy festivals. She reminded all of us, every year, that everyone should get the chance to see shows and piss themselves, crips included. The Swiss Club, where I’ve performed my MICF show for a couple of years now (and where I’ll be returning to in 2015), unfortunately is not wheelchair accessible. Perhaps now more than ever I feel shitty about this, and am going to try to figure out a way to get around it somehow, perhaps by putting on one night in a wheelchair-friendly venue.
I am definitely going to have one of my shows signed by an interpreter next year, increasing accessibility for deaf and low functioning deaf people. It’s a small thing, but it’s important. And I guess my commitment to that is thanks to Stella, and proof of her legacy.
Thanks for everything, Miss Young. We both know that heaven doesn’t exist, but if it did, I like to think you’d be up there cutting some sick wheelies like the mad dog you are.
Love Tom