Brisbane – leave the house

(image by Sean Young)

Okay good folk of Brisbane, this is me telling you exactly what I think.*

I think that you should come and see Candy B’s show “Australian Booty” at the Powerhouse. Soon. If not on Saturday night with me, then whenever the freak you want to get your freak on down at the Powerhouse. Check the details here.

There are a number of good reasons for this. Check this review in Arts Hub. Or this most excellent discussion on the incredible rad-tastic, fab-mental Peril Magazine**  Maybe even listen in to this podcast from Domenico and I on 4ZZZ’s At the Local where we was chatting with Candy B (she even did a little bit of live action).

Because these reasons have been amply covered elsewhere and I assume that if you are reading this blog you have access to google, I will leave the absolute merits of the art to one side for just a moment. But rest assured, there are serious merits. This is fun, frisky, thoughtful, thought-provoking hip hop storytelling, locally produced and at your goddamn doorstep.

But there is another reason that I feel that you should come see this show that I want to talk about, somewhat more seriously. Brisbane – yours is a fair and amazing city, with so much sun and so much sunshiners, there’s a lot to be proud of. However, in this current political climate, with your amazing support for LGBTI health, your literary awards that are totally A1, you have got to be getting the picture that all that Campbell cares about is bums on seats.

By which I mean, if you do not get out and share, participate, cultivate, create and engage with your creative landscape Campbell will probably just imagine that you have moved to Melbourne and he can build luxury apartments on top of your arts spaces. Believe me Brisbane, it is a sick twisted wrong way around world but if you don’t want your arts, then it will just evaporate and go away. And you’ll have to just get drunk and beat each other up in the Valley. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

*Ideas Curator, not total bitch

** Of which you will be hearing more about, I promise

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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