Set lists. They're like the hidden hieroglyphics of rock'n'roll. Usually scribbled out quickly just moments before the bands hit stage. Sometimes misspelled, and written in a near code-form that often only makes sense to those in the band. If the band has been together for a while, and knows the songs and each other well, this can be taken to extremes. (Check out Dallas Crane's set list on page 14!)

They're gaffered to the monitor or mike stands, or simply dropped around the stage. Far more than a poster/handbill of the event, or a t-shirt, they are about the moment - the short while that a band is on stage at an exact point in time. An essential item for 30 to 60 minutes, and a forgotten scrap afterwards.

Here's 45 of those moments. Try and decode them. Spot the mistakes. Look for the most repeated words. Remember the moments.

lazyliberty@hotmail.com

February 2009

21 cm x 15 cm, 62 pages

Ringo's sickness, Harry's realisation, Didge's discovery. Part of an ongoing serialised zine. Melbournecentric.

GPO Box 4201 Melbourne VIC 3000

21 cm x 15 cm, 24 pages.

This issue is made up of writing on lots of themes, including nationality/identity/self, image/appearance, visiting Melbourne, reflecting on Sydney, feminism, contradictions, boys, confusion, death and discovery.

10.5 cm x 10.5 cm, 32 pages

ivanaforpresident@hotmail.com

http://ivanawashere.wordpress.com/

263 St Johns Rd, St Johns Park NSW 2176

A one-off 'novella', It'll Be Morning is coarsely presented with rough, irregular guillotining of photocopied text-only pages and roughly bound by gaffa tape and jute string. It's contents are equally unrefined and raw, the powerful story based in Melbourne. One of the best novella/zines etc ever.

14 cm x 21 cm and over 150 pages.

150pages@gmail.com

Greetings from the Last Sunset Aged Care Facility (Hostel Wing, Room 17A), where I am confined to my room, a comfortable 3m x 4m area with a 51cm television (on an elevated stand), a bar fridge, some tea and coffee and plenty of crocheted rugs to keep me warm as I settle into my orthopedic chair to watch returns of Ellen Degeneres. She's a hoot, that woman! I love her audience particpation, and her dancing.

If only I could rose out of my chair to dance along with her, but since this so-called 'swine flu' hit the nursing home I've been quarantined. I blame Florence Bungle...

June 2009

21 cm x 15 cm, 24 pages

PO Box 222 East Brunswick VIC 3057

warmhorlicks@gmail.com