YELO Notes
I’m forever thinking about the future of live music. How we keep it going, how we protect what’s left, and how venues, artists, media and audiences might need to reshape themselves to suit whatever comes next. This particular style of brainstorming has led me down some colourful paths, including one where Talking Boony dolls reign
The best live music on offer on the Sunshine Coast right now might be the easiest one to say yes to. We are talking about the free ones. Force-fed, if you will. They’re the kind of shows that put a proper band in front of people who may not have come looking for live music
The brilliant Matt Warren was there photographing the night for YELO, so I gave myself permission to take a few weird blurry shots and be a fly on the wall with my can of Coke Zero. There are some gigs you go to because you love the band, and some gigs you go to because
Local gig dealer Mary Jane was transported to Rotten Fest over the weekend, landing in magical Nambour among mohawks, warm-hearted punks and gaffer-taped goodwill. I thought it might be too rotten for me. Turns out, it was sweeter than I imagined. And I think that made it all the more punk. By the time I
Hives for YELO by Dameeka Middleton. A new year hits differently when you love a music scene that refuses to quit. Our live music community has weathered rising costs, seen venues close – including beloved spaces like The Station – and watched festivals disappear. And yet somehow, the music keeps showing up. So YELO will
