NEWCASTLE punk bands have a proud and sweaty tradition of playing to, well, Newcastle punk crowds.
But outrageous two-piece the Gooch Palms – who’ve a penchant for semi-nude antics – broke the mould by playing at last year’s Big Day Out.
Then last month they embarked on a US tour. And on Monday, things reached the next level.
‘‘He saw the whole set and left with a T-shirt and record,’’ posted the band on Facebook, alongside a shot of frontman Leroy Macqueen with another chap.
‘‘Super nice and normal dude.’’
The other chap was Andre 3000. Of Outkast. Hip-hop royalty, to you and us. He’d taken time out from working on Aretha Franklin’s new album to catch the Gooch Palms’ gig in Detroit.
UM, we’d like to apologise to any koalas reading, or whose enclosures have been lined with this page. We may have set you up to meet a foul-mouthed comedian.
Yesterday, during an interview with 80s wild child Andrew ‘‘Dice’’ Clay (he’s in Newcastle next month), Topics mentioned koalas. Why’d we do that?
Well, a favourite quote from the 1990 comedy The Adventures of Ford Fairlane is when Dice drawls in his Brooklyn accent, ‘‘what, you didn’t really think we’d kill the f---in’ koala bear now, did ya?’’
Dice loves koalas. So when we told him there are koalas in the Hunter – like, ones you can go and see – well. He was pretty keen.
‘‘I’d f---in’ love to see a koala bear,’’ Dice told Topics.
(We know. They’re not bears).
Clay will perform at the Civic Theatre on October 27 as part of his The Diceman Cometh Down Under tour.
COL Maybury, of Kurri Kurri, is wistful about spring. He’s quoted Alfred, Lord Tennyson: ‘‘Spring, when a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.’’
‘‘[Spring] is also called the Sap Rising,’’ adds Col.
‘‘But in this last glorious week, the sap is bursting forth.’’
He includes a photo (pictured) of sap dripping from an ironbark on to powder-puff branches below.
‘‘The sap was once used to cure diarrhoea and to stain cloth a light tan colour called nankeen,’’ says Col.
‘‘Nankeen is the precursor to khaki. I think. Thank the lord for Google.’’
THEN there’s the birds’ take.
‘‘You humans are unbelievable,’’ says Joe Magpie of Edgeworth (‘‘Posties High in Pecking Order’’, Herald 13/9).
‘‘Is it really too much to ask for some peace and quiet when our babies are in the nest? First you cut down the trees we’ve called home for generations, forcing us to live amongst you, then you frighten us with your noisy bikes, kids and garish lycra. You’d get cranky too.’’
Joe contacted Topics through David McTaggart, also of Edgeworth, who found him perched in his living room.