And you live in Brisbane, and you don’t know Darkwing Dubs/Scott Sneddon – you have been living under a rock.
I just don’t even know what to say to you. It would be like not knowing Graham Nunn, or Ghost Boy, or whoever their lady equivalents are.*
Host of the unforgettable Jam Jar slams, Scott is a talented writer, performer, host and MC in his own right, with a wealth of energy and passion for the Brisbane poetry community. So it’s a delight for Betsy and I to welcome Scott to the stage on Friday night, with a cohort of men who are regular supporters and participants in poetry and spoken word events in Brisbane who are offering some words of honour. Sometimes you have to show, not tell.
This time around, Scott is honouring the folkcrazymadtoymistresses of Coco Rosie, a group formed by two sisters ‘Coco’ and ‘Rosie’, born in the US but formed in Paris. My radio gaga co-host Domenico loves to play Rainbow Warriors on At the Local, moving in the studio in these times of evil spirits, of material thugs and mischief. Scott’s into Coco Rosie’s “freak folk”, because they’re aesthetically pleasing. He loves the way they experiment with sampling toys and “crazy things”, and their ethereal, creepy-sexy voices (I added the creepy-sexy thing, Scott, sorry).
After deciding to pay homage to them, their lyrics have been circling around Scott’s head. So you just come right up and give him a hug on Friday night, because the ladies of Coco Rosie are kind of delightfully unsoothing. As Scott says, they have
crazy, weird, wonderful lyrics that conjure up some sort of pixie séance at a full moon, where lemonade is passed around under a giant weeping willow.
*oh yes I did
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