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You're
listening to your very own

Nyungar Boodjar
Regional Radio,

raising the bar in community
funded local broadcasting.

Regular listeners won't
need reminding that

"boodjar" means "country"

and we respectfully
acknowledge the Nyungar people

traditional owners
of this beautiful land

and pay our respects to their
elders, past and present

And what is it I always say
at this point, friends?

That's right. Another
year, another Westival.

Has it really been a year?

How did that happen?

As John Lennon said,

"life is what happens while
you're making other plans."

And were the great man alive
today, he might very well say,

"Hey, Yoko,

"let's make plans to visit the Gladstone
Heritage Village in Noongar Boodjar,

"for the sixteenth wonderful
Westival,

"Western Australia's premiere,
rurally based community folk event."

It's a camping holiday,
but with folk music.

What's not to love?

♪ Follow

♪ Follow the sun

♪ Which way the wind blows

♪ When this day is done ♪

Another fabulous Westival.

Or some other word
starting with F.

Sir? Only headline
artists on site, sir.

That is blue tagged vehicle.
You are tagged

green for camping.

I need you to exit the
area immediately.

I have to have power to rehearse.
I've got permission.

Open the back
of the vehicle, sir.

Okay, I've got the tags and
passes, wristbands, also keys.

Don't lose them.

Yep.

So they put us
in the same rooms.

I'm in Woody Guthrie and you
guys are sharing Dolly Parton

If only.

Gets funnier
every year, guys.

Sir, I do no
see an instrument.

No, you're right. It's actually
a mobile bomb factory.

Wrong decision!

It was a joke!
It was a joke!

It's a musical instrument.
It's a theremin.

A lot of people think Brian Wilson
used one on Good Vibrations,

but that was a tannerin.

Sir, security is never
a laughing matter.

You have had your first
and your last warning.

Do not disappoint me.

Hey.

Hey.

Just settling in, Da.
So I'll see you in the bar?

You read my mind, love.

Not a very long book.

Gramps, we got
our usual place.

Brilliant. Same
as every year.

Ruby, darling, can you
keep it down, please?

I need to finish this call.

No, I can't come back.
This weekend

is sacrosanct
mother-daughter time.

But I will be on my tablet,

so I'll be checking emails
and reading texts.

Hi.

Not quite the same
this year, Rubes.

No, Granddad, of course not.

But Grandma would want you
to still have a good time.

So you have to.

For her.

Nobody played accordion
like your Gran.

Good to go, Neilo!

Good to go, Glenys!

Let's go. Back it nice
and slow. Cone, Glenys!

Okay. Steady steady
steady, cone, Glenys!

Steady, steady,
steady, steady

back, back, back,
back, back, all right!

Lock and load!
Great parking, Neilo.

Well done, Glenys.
Nice cone work.

You're still
listening to Festival Folk

and with us this morning,
the very lovely Diamond,

a top little singer
from Mandjoogoordap

and an old friend of Nyungar
Boodjar Regional radio.

We're going to be chewing
over all things Westival

for the next half hour or so

but first up,

would you give us
a song, Diamond?

I certainly would, Queenie.
That would be awesome.

I'd like to play for you
an alternative take

on a much-loved
Aussie folk song

which I think better
reflects the sexual politics

of post-invasion Australia.

It's called Raping Matilda.

Please don't sing along.

♪ Once a jolly sexist
Conforming to his gender role

♪ Within a colonial
patriarchy

♪ And he sang as he sat
Just another white supremacist

♪ Who'll come invading
Australia with me? ♪

♪ We're Feminasty
We own this town

- ♪ We're driving to the festival
- ♪ Nobody gonna stop us all

- ♪ Driving in a hot pink car
- ♪ Word!

♪ Don't be fricken
with my bizzle

- ♪ We're Feminasty shizzle
- ♪ Go Courtney in the back And Indi on my side ♪

♪ And her ghost may be heard

♪ As she dances
around the billabong

♪ Who'll come castrating
The swagman with me ♪

No tax on tampons.

Thank you.
You've been amazing.

No, thank you, Diamond, for a very
thought provoking and contemporary take

on a tale of
early Australian wanderers and

perhaps the appropriate
moment to reflect on the fact

that our very own
Gladstone Heritage Village

was once home to many
homeless little wanderers.

That is so true, Queenie.

Poor

ravaged and rickety
Pommy mites

sent here under
the UK Child Migration Scheme.

Nearly sixty-five years since
I first stood on those steps.

I know, Granddad.

Funny.

We didn't even
want to come here.

Now everybody does.

Well, I couldn't find anyone
playing the rubab,

but there are a number
of mandolin recitals.

Which is similar
to the rubab,

although of course
with twelve less strings.

I wonder if we should be
pushing for a response.

I'm not pushing.

I'm trying to connect.

Members of Westival's
Recovering Alcoholic Community

your meeting's venue
has been moved to

the place they used to
have the bar.

Bob and Sharon in the Festival office
clearly have a sense of irony.

Don't you love it?

Delivery. Four cases of beer.
Who wants it?

Steady, people. Steady.

See this as a challenge.

So Diamond, do you
have any personal must-sees

that you've picked out
from the Festival brochure?

Well Queenie, I love anything
that challenges form,

so today I'm super excited to check
out the theremin revolution.

Mmm!

Which you Westival folk can find
down at the small workshop hut.

Yes!

Thank you, Queenie.

And of course, the theremin
was the instrument

that Brian Wilson used to get
the weird woo-woo sound...

in Good Vibrations.

Oh my God, bitches.

I just got a 99.9 ATAR.

I'm school Dux.

Damn, girl, that's amazing!

Isn't it!

I... I mean, not that
I give a...

swag. It's all bullshit.

Obvs, Courtney.

What up?

What is up?

I'm Dexter.

Got some quinoa falafel or

small batch, slow brewed,
steam filtered

bottle conditioned
organic sarsaparilla.

And you're on Tinder.

Ah, excellent.

Later?

Maybe.

Quinoa falafel and an over-complicated
sarsaparilla, please.

Totally. Ain't no thing.

My annual protest

to demand the closure of the Gladstone
asylum seeker detention camp

This is actually
very important.

No, so I need the ceramics checked
and shipped by close of business.

Asylum seekers.

Detention camps.

If we'd have just left them on their
boats, we wouldn't need to lock em up.

Gramps, they're refugees.
We have a UN obligation.

Refugees!

Pull the other one.

They just wanna come
and live here.

Well what if they do?
You were an immigrant once.

I was seven years old
and I wasn't given a choice.

And I was put
straight to work.

I had to earn my
bit of Australia.

I didn't just turn up
and demand it.

So

welcome to
the theremin revolution.

Both in the room and streaming to the
International Theremin Community worldwide.

Hiya, Adalbert.

It's pretty late in Norway,

so thanks for checking in.

'Cause this revolution is
all about what I call

"techno folk funk."

What drum'n'bass and hip hop
were to Generations X and Y.

I believe that techno folk
funk will be to Generation...

Well, whatever
the next letter is.

It could be Z.

Settled in for the full
session, have we Eamon?

Trawling for business,
are you?

We don't trawl.

People have to come
of their own accord.

Oh, don't be so coy, Pam.

You know you're itching to get me into
your joyless little losers' club.

Well I think you
may have a problem.

Well you see, Pam

if you take
a teaspoon full of sherry

of an evening and it causes
you to beat your wife

then, it's a problem.

- You follow me?
- It's complex,

but I'm with you so far.

But on the other hand,
if you drink all day,

every day, but you do your
work, you pay your tax,

and you love your daughter,
then you don't have a problem.

You have a...

A habit.

And I...
I'm a creature of habit.

Well, leave you
with your mate.

Just to dispel a couple
of popular theremin myths.

the instrument that Brian Wilson
used on Good Vibrations is a

tannerin.

The theremin's pitch is controlled
by a single vertical oscillator.

Sorry to state the obvious.

How do you, like,
compose on a theremin?

I don't think you do
compose on the theremin.

You sculpt music.

Sick image.

So sick.

The air is my clay.

Hay fever.

Man, this is crap.

They only booked us so they can
tick off the diversity boxes.

You're getting paid and
you're keeping out of trouble.

What's your problem?

Jumping round in a nappy
for a mob of white fellas.

That's fucking what.

Twenty! Jessie did
another twenty.

Seventeen rhymes with clucks
and three rhymes with hunts.

That's a dollar
in the lolly fund.

Gidday, folks! Name's Jack.

Welcome to my country.

That's a lot of cables.
Lot of dials.

Not organic enough for you?

Well let's just say it's not what you
normally find at a folk workshop.

Yes, of course, we want
wood and bone and gut,

don't we? We want...

Bits of animal skin stretched
over hand-turned hazelnut.

We want things that we can
touch and strum and blow.

That's what you're
thinking, isn't it?

No, certainly not.
I don't judge people.

Even people who seem absolutely
determined to be judged.

Okay.

I actually liked what you did.

Really? You liked my music?

Well I liked your passion.
Your commitment.

But did you like the music?

I'd buy a CD.

A CD? What century
is this?

Well, I can put it on a USB and you
can stick that in your computer.

I don't have a computer.
I have a phone.

I mean, maybe you could
give me your email

and I'll send you a link?

Okay.

So who do you play
your theremin with?

Are you in any bands?

No, I play alone,
to tracks I make myself.

And how do you avoid
disappearing up your own ass?

I don't.

I quite like it there. Maybe one
day the world will join me.

What kind of tracks
do you make?

I like uh...

"Found" sounds.

Finding music in stuff
where there isn't music.

A creaking door.
A dripping tap.

I once captured
a cane toad fart.

In a bottle?

On an iPhone.

I know.

Well it sounds like
a real crowd pleaser.

I'm not interested
in pleasing crowds.

In which case you have
picked the right instrument.

It was nice chatting.

My gig is,
is here at 4:30,

you know, just if
you were interested.

Maybe.

Okay bye.

Bye.

Anyone can drum!

Try this!

And this.

Put it together,
what do you get?

You see? Now you're
all drummers.

It's that simple!

Come on, tighten it up.

That's it. Good,
good, good, good.

Bob, look like you mean it.

Okay lads, hold up.

Ah, can I have a word, Henry?

Mmm-hmm.

Look, I'm no Muriel,

but I am doing my best
to sit in with Rodney.

Muriel always considered you
a very fine player, Gwyn.

I was thinking,

that we should maybe do some
fundraising for cancer research,

in her honor.

Yes.

What about doing
a nude calendar?

You know, with bells
and flowers over all our bits.

What do you think?

I think she'd prefer
a cake stall, Gwyn.

Why do I have to be
on the end of the line, Henry?

Somebody's got to be
at the end of the line, Bob.

It's the nature of a line that
there's somebody on the end of it.

Yeah, but I've... I've got no
one to click my stick against.

I'm just waving it around.
Makes me look silly.

The fact that there's nobody
at the end of the line

to click your stick against

is a problem
that's bedeviled

the Morris dancing community
for hundreds of years.

Couldn't we just
dance in a circle?

We dance in a circle
when tradition dictates,

and only when
tradition dictates.

We could change it up a bit.

Like doing a nude calendar.

We are not doing
a nude calendar, Gwyn.

You can't change traditions.

It's... It's a
contradiction in terms.

All right lads,
one more time, with music.

Well, here we
all are again.

Yeah, here we are again.

Lovely.

Yeah, lovely. Cheers.

Cheers.

Another botski?

Oh, why not?

Good idea.

Lovely.

That was my take on Smells
Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana.

Excuse me, that's funny?

Just I didn't recognize a
single note, that's all. I...

Well, if it sounded the same
there wouldn't be much point

in my reinterpreting it,
now would there?

Okay. Do you jam?

Do I jam?

Yeah.

Brought my fiddle.

Well, this is a recital.
It's not a party.

You start.
I'll come in on top.

Well these people have come to
hear the theremin, am I wrong?

Actually, I think adding a
fiddle might be really special

in a random sense.

Have you got anything
a little less funky,

a little more folky
in your box of loopy tricks?

Okay.

Let's see here.

Yeah, that's good.

Phew.

How was it for you?

It... it was pretty good.

There's only fourteen people
in the audience

but there's over forty thousand
years of history on the stage.

Fuck this show.

Listen here, Jessie.

I stuck my neck out for you.

The only reason you're
not in detention right now

is because I told Juvie
you were a dancer.

So you will be a dancer.

Oh, we really played up
a storm, didn't we?

I've never blown up
an amplifier before.

Well that's 'cause you've
never played with me.

Did... Did you get
the music I emailed?

Oh, no. I'm sorry,
I don't really check email.

I'm more
of a Facebook girl.

We just use email for bookings and stuff.
My Dad does that.

I'll get him to dig it out.

And I'm Keevey, by the way.

Roland.

Hi.

Keevey, that's a...
That's a nice name.

Thanks, yeah.
I'm Irish, like you.

Real Irish, or been living in
Australia for seven generations

and still claiming
to be Irish?

Is it important?

I think it is.

I think we live
in an increasingly

globalized,
homogenized society

into which every
culture is dissolving.

Right.

But instead of
meeting that challenge

and creating new
social paradigms

people claim spurious
ethnic credibility,

courtesy of Google
family trees.

Wow, okay.

"Oh, my great-grandmother's
from Tipperary

"and that makes me a feisty
rebel with the soul of a poet."

How about being a rebel?

How about writing a poem...

Both my parents were
born in County Cork.

Is that good enough for you?

Yes, that's okay. One degree
of separation is legitimate.

They had a right
to call you Keevey.

Oh, phew! Thank you,
that's so generous of you.

You need to chill.

I don't want to chill.

Chilling is a post-modern
word for apathy and indolence.

- Seriously?
- Definitely seriously.

You have to
maintain your rage.

Johnny Rotten said,
"anger is an energy."

Well so is glucose, but
you can have too much of it.

Excuse me,

I think I have
the room booked now.

Oh, uh...

Not to be heavy.

No no, I... Let me put my
equipment in the corner

and I'll be out
of your hair.

Then coffee?

Yes.

Two seconds.

So Jack, can you tell us a
little bit about the dance

you're going to do?

Well I'd like to,
Queenie, but I can't.

Because you see, I'm Aboriginal
and therefore not actually here.

I think I know where you're
going with this, Jack.

Is this Terra Nullius?

When those white fellas
first turned up,

they said the land was empty,

that all those black fellas they
were shooting didn't actually exist.

So if you weren't here then,
then you can't be here now.

That's right, Queenie.

But I'm joking, of course.

I am here,

and you're here, because
Australia was never empty.

Your mob invaded it

and since no treaty
was ever signed,

Australia remains
an occupied country.

Fair cop, Jack.

Now let's enjoy
the wonderful Westival sights

and sounds and
shapes of Dancing Dream.

Occupied country, my ass!

I bloody helped
build this country.

Don't look so glum!

Come and have a drum.

In the sun
it's fun fun fun!

Yeah yeah, banging
is not drumming.

Yes, it is.
What's this?

Well in the absence of fills,
flams, ghosts, polyrhythm

paradiddle, quarter notes,
rolls, shuffles, triplets,

quads, backbeat, drags,

descendos, bembè,
and bossa nova,

I'd say it was just banging.

And it's fun!

For you, maybe.

Not for us.

Oh, God.

Ukuleles.

You don't like ukuleles?

I love ukuleles.

It's the people playing them
that I can't stand.

What?

The ukulele isn't
an instrument anymore.

It's a lifestyle.

It's a low-tech dating app
for middle-aged divorcees.

How can you be so judgmental of
other people's musical choices?

Well, music is my life.

Your living?

No, living is a small
dog washing business

but if it helps,

I was the youngest ever member
of the Irish Youth Orchestra.

On the theremin?

I played a few other things.

Like?

Mandolin, harpsichord, guitar,
double bass, piccolo, and bassoon.

And you chose the theremin?

Eventually.

I just wasn't good enough
at the others.

I came to accept that
I'm not a true artist,

just a gifted technician.

So I challenged myself to the
world's most technical instrument.

Sounds to me like you
just choose an instrument

that so few people play

you could have a good shot
at being the best at it.

No, I've given up
trying to be best,

but I know it when I see it.
And I see it in you.

Who's the handsome fella
Keevey's with?

Do you know him?

No, she loves 'em and leaves
'em, just like her Dad.

I suppose she saw what a
big mistake her Mum made

settling for an asshole
like you

and she doesn't want
to repeat it.

That may be it.

The women in my family
always had the brains.

Oh Jesus, Eamon,

can't you even drink
your coffee straight?

I could, my darling,
but I do not choose to.

Where did you train?

Didn't. Music's just
in the family.

Your parents play?

Dad does. Mum did.

Sorry,

don't buy that.

Music isn't something
you choose.

If you can just drop it,
you never had it.

She died.

Ah.

That old excuse.

Car crash. Hit a tree.
I was sixteen.

Well,

if there is a heaven,

which I'm afraid
there definitely isn't,

I imagine she's pretty proud.

I don't think she'd
really care that much.

She dumped me anyway.

- Dumped you?
- Left.

Dad came home pissed
one too many times

and she shot through.

So in fact she dumped him.

Put it this way.

I wasn't enough
to make her stay.

Rolly, mate!

Hey, Jack!

Didn't expect to
see you at Westival.

Too many actual tunes for
you, I'd have thought.

This bloke plays the dumbest
instrument in Australia

and that's coming from a fella
who plays a hollow stick.

This is Jessie.

He plays a bit of guitar.

I told him you might
show him a few shapes.

Not interested.

If I dock his money
he'll be interested.

Roland's an amazing fella.

Any talent a kid's got,

he'll find it and
work with it.

Jack does a midnight jam for kids
in Freo who are out on the streets.

That's very cool.

So, how about it?
Will you give him a go?

Well sorry Jack,

I'd like to help, but you can't
teach a reluctant student.

They have to want to learn.

Come on, you two.

Bye.

You know, I like that song
you were playing.

Impressions of Nirvana?

I kinda liked the
not remotely like Nirvana.

But no, it was
the other one.

The... You were playing it
in your workshop.

It was... It was pretty.

It was like a siren voice.

Oh, just the freeform.

Extemporizing.

Yeah, that was sculpted
and then forgotten.

Not by me.

That's incredible.

I can't believe
you remembered it.

Yeah, well I liked it.
It drew me in.

It's why I call it
Siren Voice.

Well, that's all from me
for another day

and uh, I'll be
at the WArrikins gig later.

And for my younger listeners,
a band called Feminasty

will be playing
right here in the chapel,

and they tell me they intend
to really kick some bottom.

So uh, that sounds like fun.

This is Queenie, wishing you
all a folking good night.

It's a joke.
Please don't write in.

Nice digs.

You think?

Well I'm sleeping
in my microvan.

It's a bit of a squeeze.

Room enough for one,
if you sleep at an angle.

No Mrs, Theremin, then?

No genius techy girl geek
blowing your fuse?

Being a musician is
not great for relationships.

Oh, tell me about it.

I'm never anywhere for more
than a couple of days.

I've been trying Tinder,
but really,

to be honest,
I'm kind of over it.

- Tinder?
- Mmm-hmm.

Wow. Really?

Yeah.

People always think it's
weird when girls are on it

but plenty are, otherwise
it wouldn't work, would it?

And it would be Grindr.

It does get lonely
on the road sometimes.

Mmm.

But anything truly worthwhile
requires sacrifice.

Music can't be
a part-time thing,

particularly for
someone like you.

I just play the fiddle.
It's no big deal.

You don't just
play the fiddle, Keevey,

really you don't.
You... You inhabit it.

You have a special gift.

Bet you say that
to all the violinists.

No. Just you.

Oh, wow, that was really,
really nice. Thank you.

It's not very cool to thank
a girl for a kiss, Roland.

It's a little weird.

Oh, sorry. Of course, it's just,
you know, it's been a while.

I like your hands.
They're really soft.

Well I shampoo dogs for a living
and play a non-contact instrument.

You're not going to build
up a lot of callouses.

Maybe you should play a
contact instrument sometime.

- Tea?
- Yes, please.

It'll have to be herbal.
I don't have any milk.

I love herbal.

Keevey?

You need to make a plan.

What sort of a plan?

A music plan
to raise your game

and match your potential.

A gift like yours isn't going
to find that kind of stimulus

playing crappy little
festivals like the Westival.

It's a great little festival.

It's too safe.

It's too comfortable.

What's the point of a festival if
it doesn't push the boundaries,

invert forms?

Instead, they book idiot
drummers with pirate hats

and dinosaur pub rock bands

like the West Australian
Rikins.

I think they pronounce it
the WArrikins.

It's a play on "larrikin."
The West Australian Larrikins.

Oh, I didn't get that.

Have you ever seen them play?

I don't need to.

I've read the program.
"A grand bit of Irish craic."

If you've never seen an act, then how
can you know anything about them?

I've never seen the Earth's core
but I know that it's approximately

ninety percent
iron and nickel,

and I know that
the West Australian Rikins

are at least
ninety percent shit.

And you, Roland, are
one hundred percent asshole.

Sorry?

Which is a shame, because
you have really nice hands.

Now I need to get ready
for a gig and you need to go.

But what about the herbal...

The tea is canceled.

Door is that way.

Unless maybe you want to...

Buy a poster, or a CD?
Eighteen bucks.

Fuck.

Hey hey, great Festival, eh? It's
great, isn't it? Hey, buddy.

Pretentious twat.

We're off to see a show,
Jafaar.

You should come.

Honest, the WArrikins
are brilliant.

Who's pushing now?

No? Okay, no worries.

What are you writing? Letter?

Don't interrogate him!

I'm not interrogating him,
I'm talking to him.

Well it sounds
like interrogating.

Name's Henry, son.

That's Ruby.

- Adopted?
- Gramps!

What?

He's obviously not related.

He's a completely
different color.

Gramps!

Fostered?

Yeah, I was kinda
fostered myself.

Not to a family,
to a farm school.

They told him he was an
orphan, but he wasn't.

Doesn't make a great deal
of difference, Rube.

Well the Prime Minister
apologized.

Not at the time, obviously.

Chin up, son.

No point in looking back.

Gotta get on with it.

Gramps!

What?

♪ As I was going over

♪ The Cork and Kerry mountains

♪ I saw Captain Farrell
And the money he was counting

♪ I first produced my pistol

♪ Then I produced my rapier

♪ I said stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya

♪ Musha ring dum
a doo dum a da

♪ Whack for my Daddy-o

♪ Whack for my Daddy-o

♪ There's whisky in the jar ♪

♪ Some men
they like fishin' ♪

In your dreams.

Excuse me?

Any minor stepping
onto premises

operating under
State Temporary License

must be double tagged
on both wrists

and accompanied by a
registered supervising adult

holding photo ID.

Your carer's signature
will need to be witnessed

by a non-family member for whom
photo ID is also required.

Although a photocopy
is permissible, if witnessed.

I just wanted to go inside
and get a drink of water

so I don't dehydrate
while I'm dan...

Oh, be-de-de-de-de-de
do not make me take you down.

I'll just go.

Oh, absolutely
delicious, girls.

Same every year.

First night...

I do mains.

And I do sweets.

Second night...

- I do sweets.
- And I do mains.

Nasty lasty!

Or nasty nexty, I suggest.

The night is still young.

Same every year.

If it ain't broke,
don't fix it.

Hi. Thank you.

Enjoy, guys.

Thanks for coming. Bye.

Well.

Look who came to see the West
Australian Rikins, then.

I didn't know

it was your band.

Mmm. Well now you do.

So were we at least ninety
percent shit, as presumed?

Look,

I'm not gonna pretend
that pub rock is my scene.

It is not pub rock.
It's folk rock.

Folk rock is pub rock.

The punters love it.

Punters loved Hitler.

Wow.

That... That is a big leap.

Well I'm here to sell CDs.
Do you wanna buy a CD?

Yes.

Yes I would.

No, actually, you
can't have one

because you don't
even like our music.

So I suppose you're
loitering around

to have another
shot at me for which,

incidentally, you can wait until,
I don't' know, the end of time.

Goodbye, Roland.

Keevey, let me just
put your music on the net.

We don't want
our music on the net.

The WArrikins
are a live band.

Live is what we do.

I wasn't talking about
the WArrikins, just you.

There is no just me, Roland.

So you're happy playing
covers in a pub folk rock,

pub folk band?

Oh no, I'd much rather be a
multi-instrumental genius dog washer.

This isn't about me, Keevey.

I think it is. I think
it is all about you.

You are an inspired player.

I'm just a technically
competent one.

Have you heard of the
Académie Conservatoire?

Of course, I've heard
of the Académie Conservatoire.

I saw Peter and the Wolf
there when I was five.

They do a one year
creative composition program.

I was on it,
but I dropped out.

Roland, I have absolutely
no qualifications.

It's entrance by audition.

And the Académie's
going to pick me,

a mature age step-dancing
fiddle player,

over a bunch of classically
trained eighteen-year-old

private school kids?

They might.

Their whole thing is
searching out the exception.

Coming to the bar, Keevey?

Yeah, I will.

Da, this is Roland.

He's a theremin player.

Yes, it's
an electronic instrument...

I know what
a fuckin' theremin is, son.

Brian Wilson used one
on Good Vibrations.

I'll see you there, Da.

Look, you seem to think
I need some kind of directing

but if you ask me,
you're the one who's lost.

I'm not lost, because
I'm not going anywhere.

You are and you're wasted
in the WArrikins.

Roland, I make
my living in a band.

I took over from my Mum
when I was sixteen years old.

How am I supposed to
just restart my life now,

- even if I wanted to?
- By...

Expanding your horizons.

By having a horizon, not just
inheriting your mother's.

Nice.

We will never give up.

We will never give in.

We will stick together.

Feminasty forever!

♪ I stole some Jack
And smoked crack

♪ To go down with my food

♪ And when I get there
Well you better beware

♪ Cos I'm in
a real good mood ♪

Hey bro, you got a problem?

I didn't, but I do now.

Okay bro, just chill.

I'm not your bro, white boy.

All my bros are in detention.

Hey, it's Jessie, isn't it?
And Kalti?

I'm Ruby. We're
camped in your area.

You all camped
in our area, girl.

This is Nyungar land.

Don't beat yourself up, son.

You're not the first fella
to lose his heart to Keevey.

She's too good
for your band.

Much too good.

Too good for the WArrikins?

Yes.

She's a truly
gifted musician,

and a composer too, if her
improvs are anything to go by.

And you're a party band
for middle-aged pissheads.

You think you're the first
person to notice that, do you?

Maybe the first person
to say it.

I'm her Dad.

I know how bloody good she is.

Even better than her Ma,
and that's saying something.

Well then why don't
you tell her?

Don't insult me, son.

I'm not a fella
it's clever to insult.

- Okay, bye.
- I have told her.

Every Westival
I say to myself

if Keevey's back here with you
next time, you've failed.

She's got to
leave the WArrikins.

Get away for her
drunken old Da.

But until she decides
that for herself

there's nothing any
of us can do about it.

Excellent.

You should have come, Jafaar.
It was absolutely brilliant.

Well we'll...
We'll leave you to it, mate.

Oh, awesome.

Mmm.

Mmm, totally.
We were awesome.

That was some good sex right
there, lady, am I right?

Dexter, you know
you can't sleep here, right?

Why not, sweet lips?

What up is that
you have to go now.

Like go for real?

Sort of, yeah.

So it's just wham, bam,
thank you, Dexter?

Well, you know,
it's a tiny bed.

I have a headline
show tomorrow.

You probably snore.
I definitely snore.

You know, it's for the best.

Yeah, yeah, totally.

Cool.

It's not a thing.

Um, it's fine.
I'm busy.

Heaps of things to do.

So, yeah, it's all good.

Wanna hook up tomorrow?

Rise and shine

all you wonderful Westifolks.

Our wonderful Westival
is over for another year.

And remember, the Westival
doesn't happen once a year.

The year happens
once a Westival.

Better get a move on, love.

Kalgoorlie tonight,
eight o'clock.

Back on the road again, huh?

Yeeha!

Gidday, little fella.
What's up?

Young lady,
are you stamping?

No, I'm wearing step shoes.

Sometimes I like
to tap when I play.

Saves money
on a drummer, you know?

This is an acoustically sprung,
Tasmanian oak concert floor.

Please do not

tap dance.

Right, sorry, I won't.

Now we do not appear to have
your curriculum vitae on file.

You were asked to supply one.

Yeah, I brought it with me.
I can...

The Conservatoire is
earth friendly.

We're striving
for a paper-free environment.

Kindly scan it and email it.

I don't
have a scanner.

Or a computer.

I live mainly on the road,
out of a trailer.

Uh, my Dad has a laptop

we use for band stuff.
Maybe I could

type it out and...

I presume this means that you'll
also be working from paper sheets?

Sheets?

Sheet music.

What do you intend
to play from?

I wasn't going to play from anything.
I was going to improvise.

I see.

I thought all of your candidates
would be able to read music,

so maybe you'd want...

I don't know, a bit extra.

A bit extra what?

Just a bit extra.

Well then, Keevey,

perhaps you could give us
your chosen recital.

Plus a bit extra.

Okay.

This is my take on a lovely piece
called the Mountain of Mourne.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you, uh, Keevey.

You may go.

Another
year, another Westival.

Come rain, come shine,
you can't stop us Westifolk

getting properly folked up.

Okay, same rooms,
new names.

I'm in Kris Kristofferson

and you guys are sharing
the Dixie Chicks.

Ooh, things are looking up.

And all the way
from Mandjoogoordap,

Diamond is with us again.

Yay!

And what little gem do you have
in mind for us today, Diamond?

Well Queenie, I'd like to
offer you a contemporary take

on the famous Aussie
Laughing Kookaburra song.

Oh, and what Aussie
doesn't love that one?

They may love
the song, Queenie,

but not the kookaburra as,
due to deforestation,

there aren't any old gum trees
left for them to sit in.

♪ Kookaburra stuffed
In a glass display case

♪ Habitat destroyed
by the human race

♪ Cry
Kookaburra cry

♪ Kookaburra soon
you'll be extinct ♪

Good to go, Glenys.
Good to go, Neilo.

Let's make it happen.

Back it in.
Cone one, let's go.

Nice and slow, Neilo.
Nice and slow.

Cone two, Glenys, cone two.

That's nice.
Back it in, back it in.

Nice and steady as she goes.
Cone three, Glenys.

That's it. Hold it there.
Lock and load.

Well, an exciting
weekend ahead, I think.

Don't you, Jafaar?

Yes, Barbara.
Very exciting.

Bitch didn't have it.

If you wanna make it,
you've gotta own it.

A bitch just can't give up
and go to Uni.

Feminasty pledge.

We will never give up.

We will never give in.

We will stick together.

Feminasty forever.

- Check it out.
- Wow.

That is so cool.

Jessie, that's nothing
to be proud of, mate.

Ain't it?

I am chatting with our very
own Westival success story.

Roland, every dog
has its own bark.

What is it about
this specific bark?

Just a quality, Queenie,
a timbre.

I'd been shampooing
a Schnauzer,

massaging in the conditioner,

when she gave this little
modulated staccato yelp

and I just thought

"Oh yeah."

You'd found a sound?

Well my view is, Queenie,
that you don't really find a sound.

It finds you.

I caught that yelp
on my iPhone,

sampled it onto a theremin
lick and put it on my site

and next thing I know, everything
has gone all kinds of crazy.

American rapper, Koolaz,
was using your sample?

Exactly.

He'd been searching the net, looking
for special interest sites,

as you do.

He typed in
"yelping bitches"

and by lucky chance...

He found your Schnauzer.

He sampled my
thero-schnau mash-up

onto his latest urban
gangsta rap.

My Bitch Be A Dog?

That's right, Queenie.
My Bitch Be A Dog.

Have you been
coining millions?

Well not quite millions,

but I do get a healthy
zero point zero zero

zero two percent
of each download.

Which comes to?

About eight hundred
dollars so far.

Well it's not too bad
for a random bark.

Yeah. Although after
taking legal advice,

I have agreed to split the money
fifty-fifty with Mrs. Boo-Boo.

But it's great
to be back here at Westival.

That shitty little festival?

I'm really looking
forward to seeing Umid.

The traditional folk group
from Afghanistan. Yes, yes.

It's great to see the
Westival pushing boundaries

as opposed to taking the usual

easy, populist options.

Shut up!

I also love the way that the Westival
makes really good folk music

so exciting and accessible.

I think the WArrikins
are the best example of that.

Oh, we all love the WArrikins.

I used to be a little
dismissive of folk rock myself

but it's through bands
like the WArrikins

that I've really come
to see its value.

Ruby, darling,
there's a storm coming in.

I need to check
these messages.

Can you please come out
here and help me with this...

Fuck you, Mum.

You're a complete bitch and I
hate this shitty festival.

Excuse me!

No no no no no, the FedEx
notes are still in transit.

Well, here we all are.

No matter the weather,
old friends, good times,

just the same.

Although, sometimes I think
a change might be nice.

Why not?

Well they do say
it's as good as a rest.

Here's a thought.

Why don't the girls
swap around?

- What?
- What?

Cherie can do mains tonight
and Glenys can do dessert.

Well personally, I think things
work fine just the way they are.

Tell you what,

why don't we discuss it
over another botski?

Now you're talkin'!

For me,
techno folk funk

is all about combining
the infinite potential

of the digital age with
real world found sounds.

I think that's what drew
Koolaz to my work.

Let's just lay down
a simple groove.

And then we're going
to add the found sound.

But I mean, alone,
it's just a dog barking.

So we add the thero-lick.

And you got techno folk funk.

And then the Koolaz
rap kicks in.

Yeah, I'm afraid we don't
have the rights to that bit so

why not just
sit back and enjoy

the sick sounds
of techno folk funk.

See the Merry Morris
Men of Olde England.

Traditional dances brought to
Australia by the very first settlers.

Gidday, Henry.

Been thinking of doing a little
slot about Australian folk dancing

on my show.

Interested?

Bloody oath, I'm interested.

We were wondering if you could give our
charity calendar a bit of a plug, Queenie.

It's called Cheeky Morris.

Have you done
a nudie calendar?

Not us.
Just Gwyn.

It's Gwyn all year.

January to December.

The print version's a bit slow,
but the website's gone mad.

I'll bet it has.

I'm her IT resource.

Digital is the way
of the future.

Save a tree, go paper free.

Thank you, friends.

And despite the fact that
another year has gone by

without recognition of
invasion in our Constitution,

meaning you're still
an occupying force,

you've been a great crowd.

Jack, I need you.

I'm doing a show about traditional
dance, and you're in it.

Whatever you want, Queenie.

That's right.

Hey.

Hey.

Whaddup?

Whaddup?

Yeah, it means "how's things."

Oh, I know what it means.

I just thought you had to be
fifteen or a dickhead to say it.

Congrats on the Koolaz thing,
by the way.

It's pretty amazing.

Well thanks. I'm... I'm not gonna lie.
It feels pretty good.

What, pleasing a crowd?

I pleased myself.

If other people like it,
well that's cool.

Well, of course,
people liked Hitler.

Oh, right.

I get it. You think
my techno folk rap fusion is

succumbing to populism?

Well, it's popular, isn't it?

And you have
certainly succumbed.

I saw all those young ladies outside
your workshop, taking selfies.

I didn't succumb.
I've been embraced.

I'm not an elitist. I don't
object to being popular.

Right. So on what level is you and your
mate Koolaz making bong toking music

for stoners any different to the WArrikins
making drinking music for drunks?

Every level. Okay, okay, not...
Not every level.

I do admit I've been...

A little dismissive
of what you do.

Really? You think?

You're angry at me because...

Because I've shown you
what you're scared to do.

To take a risk.
To follow your talent.

Really, have you? How's that?

Last year.

I left an envelope
under your door.

Yeah, an application for the
Conservatoire. I got it.

Well clearly you
didn't act on it

because I know they
would have killed for...

Actually I did.

You did?

Yeah, I applied and I auditioned
and I was sent on my way.

I keep it with me
just to remind me

how lucky I am to have a
band and to make a living.

Those crazy idiots!

See, Roland,
they're not crazy.

They're just realistic.

I gave that audition everything
I had and guess what?

It wasn't enough.

I knew it,
they certainly knew it

and the only reason you
still don't know it is

'cause you're thinking
with your dick.

Oh God no, absolutely not!

Come on, Roland, be honest.

If I was a 50-year-old
fat dude

would you really be so concerned
about my unique talent?

No, that... Look,
that is beside the point.

Roland, I'm not
your fantasy girl.

I am a 26 year folk chick

who dances a bit,
plays the fiddle a bit,

and is lucky enough
to get paid for it.

Now leave me alone. Go back to your
groupies and your barking bitch.

But these bloody boat people
are just jumping the queue!

Except if you think about it

the first Poms
were boat people.

The people

the British displaced
were Aborigines.

So if you're seriously
suggesting to me

that their culture
is of equal value to ours,

then you're an even bigger
bloody idiot than I thought.

Look at that dance troupe.

If you call skipping around
naked, covered in paint,

pretending to be an emu,

a dance.

Ha! Bloody ridiculous.

Ruby, it's a brand new phone.

I left it right here
on the table.

Well luckily it's on the
Cloud, so I don't know,

I'll just Find My Phone
or something.

Find my uh, here we go.

Okay okay okay,
it's searching.

Searching.

Oh dear.

Australia's a proud nation.

Founded on armed invasion
and ethnic cleansing.

What's to be proud of?

Come to an Anzac dawn service,
mate. You'll find out.

Where's the dawn service
to all the black fellas

who died
when the Europeans first came?

Where's the bloody memorial?

You'd need a wall as big as
Uluru to put their names on.

It happened, all right?

And it's still happening.

I was taken away from my family
when I was eight years old.

Think about that.

Australia's a proud country.

Well boys, if we're going to
discuss the Stolen Generation

and the Anzac legend, we might need a...
A little bit more time.

But at least we're talking.

Jack,

you'd better come.

Jessie's in trouble, and it
isn't for saying "fuck."

You're a bloody fool, Jessie.

You're a bloody idiot.

You know you're tagged.

Call the police, Olivia.

Come on, he'll get
youth detention.

Let me deal with him.

I swear I'll sort him
all out.

You're big on the law
when it comes to your treaty

and your land rights,

but when it comes
to other people's property...

We're dealing with
a deprived kid here.

Oh, I know plenty
about deprived kids.

I was one

and I didn't steal.

Dad, I don't think we need to call
the police. We found the phone.

No, but what about
the rest of us?

We don't want to share
our campsite with a thief.

Well if you won't
call them, I will.

I stole it!

I stole it, Gramps,
and I gave it to that kid.

Ruby, darling, I know
you want to help him

but you hardly know him.

I didn't steal it for him.

I stole it because
you're a bitch!

You get a brand new iPhone
and I get Gramp's old Nokia.

I gave the phone to him
because I could see

that he wanted it and
we stole his country

and... And Gramp's
is a racist!

Ruby!

You are so grounded
when you get home.

Um...

Sorry, can I grab the... Yeah.

Thank you.

So.

You still gonna
call the cops?

Have the little
white girl arrested?

No?

I thought not.

Well it looks like us mob'll have
to share the campsite with a thief.

Nothing to see here.

Come on, boys.

I think maybe you should have
let that kid keep your phone.

What's that, Dad?

Oh, I've just been
sitting here

having a bit of a look
at myself as well.

I thought maybe
you should too.

Mind you,
you can't see yourself

if you're staring at your
bloody phone, can ya?

♪ Jack took
two pistols from his belt

Hey Roland!

♪ He proudly waved them high

♪ I'll fight but not
surrender cried

♪ That wild colonial guy

♪ Whoo!

Can we get
a photo? Sorry.

Stop, stop, stop!

Watch the gig.

I'm sorry, for any of you trying
to enjoy our poor old-fashioned

little gig, but there is
a techno urban folk funk

dog washer up the back,

doing selfies with his fans.

Now this is
Whiskey In The Jar.

I thought perhaps we might go
and see a bit of music later.

Really?

That's not like us.

But something different
could be nice.

Yeah, but different isn't
always a good thing.

I tell you what.

Why don't we have another
botski while we decide?

Hey!

I'm going to give
my voice a rest now

and pass you
over to my Da,

Eamon O'Reilly.

Thanks, Keevey.

I'd like to sing you
a little song that was...

Might have been written many years
ago but I've always felt that it was

kind of written
just for me.

You see, I met
my beautiful wife, Mary,

when she was just sixteen.

And I lost her when
our lovely daughter Keevey

was the same age.

So, this is my favorite
song in all the world,

which is funny, because

it always breaks my heart.

♪ When first I saw
The love light in your eyes

♪ I thought that life
Held not the joy

♪ For me

♪ Although we may have
Drifted far apart

♪ I never dreamed
But what I dream I feel

♪ I love you
As I've never loved before

♪ Since first I saw you
On the village green

♪ Come to me
Or my dream of love is o'er

♪ I love you
As I love you

♪ When you were sweet

♪ When you were sweet

♪ Sixteen

- Piss off, son.
- I just wanna talk to her.

Listen mate, she doesn't
want to see you, all right?

She's not interested in your
or your academy bullshit.

I don't care that
the academy didn't get it.

I think Keevey's
good enough to...

Oh, she's good enough.

Good enough for what
she wants to be

and way too good for a pretentious
little bum fluff hipster like you.

At least the blokes who normally
pester her have got some balls

and they don't slag her off for not being
Stéphane fucking Grappelli, either.

Just keep away, Roland.

And if I see you bothering
Keevey again, you'll regret it.

Hey dude. I'm Maddison.
That's Indiana.

Can we talk to you
for a second?

We have lots of Muslim
girls at our school.

Some of the wear the headscarf,
which like I respect,

but as a woman it kind of makes
me feel uncomfortable about.

Hey guys.

Sorry, I just...

Rube, can I have
a quick word?

What?

Oh, yeah okay. What?

I've turned it off.
I've put it in the car.

Put what in the car?

My phone.

You're kidding.
Are you ill?

No I'm not ill, I just...
I'm sorry.

I know I'm always on it
and I'm sorry...

It's okay.

No darling,
it's not okay.

I want things
to be different,

and you stealing that phone was
making some kind of statement

I didn't steal it.

The dancing kid did.

Did he?

I just didn't think
he should go to prison for it.

No no no, I...
No, definitely not.

No, he... Anyway,

it doesn't make
any difference.

The point is, I've turned
my phone off, it's in the car,

and I would love it if we could
do something together, tonight.

What?

Well, we're
at a folk festival.

We could go and see an act.

We could take Gramps.

Yeah, okay.

- Sorry, I have to...
- That's okay.

So that biddy didn't
want to know, right?

She went off with her Mum,
but that's okay.

I'm used to people
not wanting to know.

You think she's hot?

I don't know.

Oh yeah, you do.

She's all right, too.

Me and her got a connection.

We can hook you up
if you want.

It's a nice dream.

Dude, we're Aboriginal.

Dreams are real to us.

You girls are great.

You're really,
really talented,

and music's always
gonna be in your lives,

there's no doubt about that.

But you have to ask yourself,
is it your vocation?

Is it the only thing you want?

Yes.

Then you have to
make music for itself,

not because
it'll get you a hit.

You have to know
that even if

after a lifetime of playing,
you never get that hit,

you'll still believe
you made the right choice.

Wow.

That'd be so fucked up.

Yeah.

There's a band playing
tonight, an Afghani folk band.

My guess is they're unlikely to ever
get a hit and they probably know it,

but still, they play.

I can't believe the guy
who worked with Koolaz

just showed me
how to open tune a guitar.

He's such a dope dude.

It's like he really
cared about our music.

He actually took us seriously,

and he didn't even
try and hit on us.

Yeah, that was a bit weird.

Good evening.

My name is Baktash

and we are Umid
from Afghanistan.

Umid is the Hazari word
for hope,

and we humbly hope you enjoy
our Afghan music tonight.

Three more jellybeans
and I'm up another level.

Oh, that's nice.

Interesting article on the
advanced vacuum distributor.

Hmm.

Red and white wristbands
are required

for express glamping
bathroom access.

White and red wristbands for the
general purpose bathroom facility.

If the red part of the band
is closest to the armpit,

then you are good
for glamping.

If the white part of the wristband
is closest to the armpit,

then you must only access

general purpose
bathroom facility.

Is that clear?

- Ooh!
- Ah!

Good to go.

Steady.

You've given us such
a special night tonight.

What has been
special for you?

Well, Queenie

we come from a place
where there is no music,

no laughter.

A place where our freedom
is oppressed,

where we are imprisoned
without trial,

without hope.

My friends,
we come from hell.

But the hell I described

is not the homeland
we ran from,

seeking freedom
and a better life.

It is in the land we ran to.

The hell I described
is the detention camp

where we are imprisoned
without hope.

We are forgotten.

We are dying.

I would like to
thank Queenie

and the Westival organizers
for arranging this concert

and the authorities
for allowing it.

But above all,

I would like to thank
my young friend, Jafaar,

for thinking
of the whole plan.

Jafaar was just ten
when he arrived in Australia.

He had lost his parents
and his home.

When he came, he was

confused. He was alone.
Was traumatized.

And Australia was

not kind to him,
did not welcome him.

It put him in that camp.

I can see that our brief
moment of freedom is over.

We must return to camp.

We've lost everything,

and we ask for nothing.

Nothing but the chance
to begin again.

So please,

remember our name.

Umid. Hope.

We've never
done that before.

No.

It's a change.

No, I'm sorry Jools,
I don't want to do this.

Babes, we're right here.
Come on...

No, I really I don't want to.

I thought I did, but I've
changed my mind, okay?

Oh, you've changed
your mind.

Okay, what am I? A pizza?

Why would you Tinder me
if you don't want a root?

Swiping right
isn't a contract, okay?

It is an expression
of interest

and I have lost interest.

Oh, come on, babes.

It's too late to hook up
with anyone else.

Let's just do it.
It's fine.

I said no, Jools!

Now fuck off.

Hey, thanks for the great
bloody evening,

in opposite world,

you prick-teasing bitch!

Hey!

That's my daughter
you're talking to.

And what are you
gonna do about it?

Yeah, mate?

Dad, stop it!
Leave him alone.

Be careful, lad.

You're half my age but in a
fight, what counts is experience.

Get out of here
before he kills you.

Go on!

Dad, you can't just punch
people out for being dickheads.

Really, love?

I thought that's exactly
why you did punch them out.

I'm always going
to be here for you, Keevey.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah I know, Dad.

Goodness gracious

another year,
another Westival.

Back her in, back her in,
back her in, back her in!

Tags, passes, keys!

So yeah, I just um,

pray for the strength
to keep going.

My name is Smoko and
I'm four hours sober.

To be clear, Smoko

four hours sober
means four hours

consciously pursuing sobriety,

not four hours
unconsciously shitfaced.

You do see the distinction?

This year we have another real
community star to celebrate,

and guess what?

It's the Westival itself!

Yes, the Westival has joined
numerous other great WA institutions

like Bumbles Hardware,

Rockmantle City Council

and the famous
Académie Conservatoire

in going entirely paper-free.

Well done us.

I have two things
to tell you.

Hey, I'm glad you
shaved that beard off.

Wasn't a fan.

The Académie Conservatoire
is paper-free!

I don't want to hear anything else
about the Académie Conservatoire...

"While we accept initial
applications by post,

all further correspondence
will be to the email address

entered on the application
form."

Is that one of the things
you came here to tell me?

What email address
did you supply, Keevey?

The WArrikins'. My Dad's.

It's the only one we've got.

Do you still carry that
rejection letter with you?

You all know Henry of the
Merry Morris Men of Olde WA.

What have you
got for us, mate?

Well, Queenie,

we'd like to invite your listeners
along to a very special show.

And let me promise you,

this is one Morris Dance
you do not want to miss.

Not that you'd ever want
to miss any Morris Dance.

Another Westival,
another round.

I need to lubricate
my picking fingers.

It's a great gig, isn't it?

Keevey, darling,
will you have a beer?

Roland accessed your
deleted emails, Da.

He doesn't know
the password.

"thewarrikins," all lower case.
I got it in one.

They accepted me.

They even offered me a scholarship.
You deleted the email.

You forged a rejection letter.

And how can you do it?

You're my Dad.

I didn't mean to... I...

It was...

When I got that email,

I was so pleased for you, darling.
I really was. And...

And uh...

And then...
Then I got scared.

Keevey, I...

I didn't know what
I'd do without you.

But you're all we've got.

You're all I've got.

What was the other thing?

What?

You said you had
two things to tell me.

What was the other thing?

Oh right, well...

I was going to mention
that I'm in love with you.

It's probably the wrong time.

Maybe a bit.

Your Dad did
a terrible thing, love.

But he's a sick man.

He's a sick, lonely old man.

Hello, Keevey.

Didn't know you had
a problem with drinking.

She's had a problem with
drinking all her life, mate.

Yours.

Yeah well,
things to do.

Well, Pam.

Can you help me?

Let's hear it
for Henry Foreman

and Chief Squire of the Merry
Morris Men of Olde England.

Thank you, Queenie.

Well this is a lovely little
festival, isn't it?

We all meet, we all mix.

"Australia in a tent,"
as Queenie likes to call it.

You have all sorts of people
come along to Westival,

with all sorts of stories.

Now take mine, for instance.

I didn't have
the easiest start in life.

No, not complaining,
you understand,

just... Just saying.
And it made me who I am.

A fellow who even my mates
sometimes find hard to like.

Who even my lovely
grand-daughter sometimes

found hard to like.

I think the problem was that I was
only looking at my own story,

as if it was the only one
that mattered.

And then I started
to have a look around,

at all the other people
in the tent.

Like young Jessie here.

And Jafaar.

And I heard Jafaar's story
and I realized

that it wasn't

all that different
from my own.

What I reckon is

that unless we start listening
to each other's stories,

we won't begin to
understand our own.

So today in my
capacity as Foreman

and Chief Squire of the Merry
Morris Men of Olde England, WA,

I would like to honor
and celebrate

the oldest Australian story
of them all.

And I'd like
to thank you, Jack...

For allowing me
to share in your, uh,

your culture and your spirit.

I am seeking to contact
one of the festival artists.

Kindly assist me.

I do not see
a wrist tag, madam.

Health and safety regs require
all visitors to have one.

Do I look like
the kind of person

to allow my wrist
to be tagged?

Well you will not have
access to the portaloos.

I will not require
access to the portaloos.

I would rather die.

Where I went to school,
girls were taught to hold on.

Are you going to assist me
or aren't you?

You look like a very smart,
efficient, useful kind of girl.

Madam, how can I
help you, madam?

That remains to be seen.

Hi.

Thought maybe
you'd come by.

Well, no. I thought
that you know...

You'd have a lot to think about,
what with your Dad and all.

Well not really.

When he's been dry a
year then we can talk.

I'm going to play tonight's
gig and then after that,

he's on his own.

But guess who did
come to see me?

Who?

Professor Wellborn.

- Ah, good.
- She said she spoke to you?

Yes, I... I did.
I hope that's okay.

Yeah, of course it is.

In fact, she, uh,

she still wants me
for the scholarship.

That's great.

Yeah.

Well I told her
I'd think about it.

You'd think about it?

Yeah, well you know,
there's a lot to take in.

Besides, anyway, I mainly
talked to her about you.

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

She told me all about

how you inspired her to
audition for the Conservatoire.

Hello Professor Wellborn,

I didn't realize
you were still here.

She wants to talk to you.

About what?

About music!

Keevey tells me that
you love to talk about music.

And you can play it
on ten different instruments.

Yes, Keevey,
but there are ten people

that are better
on each of those.

Maybe a hundred.

Not everybody can
be the best.

But everybody can be the
best that they can be.

But to achieve that,
they need enablers, Roland.

Mentors and tutors who can

see their potential but have
a passion for unlocking it.

She means teachers, Roland.

Come and work for me.

Unlock talent, enable passion.

You can start by convincing Keevey
here to take up her scholarship.

Linda and I
are leaving now.

But I will be expecting
to hear from both of you.

Oh, don't disappoint me.

Do not disappoint her.

Linda!

Wow, I seem to be
the object of some sort of

intervention.

Well yeah, it's a bit of a taste
of your own medicine, huh?

Come on Roland, be a teacher.

It's what you do. Will you
give yourself a chance?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Will you?

I don't know.

I mean, I think I want to.

Well you're gonna
have to now,

otherwise, Professor Wellborn
will set her girlfriend on me.

And then there's
the other thing.

The other thing?

You said that you
were in love with me.

And I was just
really confused.

You know, it was...

It was so the wrong time
and actually I'm...

I'm sorry because I... I
shouldn't have said anything...

Roland, Roland, Roland!

I was confused because
it made me realize that...

Well I'm...

I'm totally
in love with you too.

Really?

Yeah, really.

But just... I was scared.

Why?

Because love
is based on trust

and I barely know you.

You know, we've had
one amazing kiss

and about fifteen
massive fights

and we're just not
exactly an obvious fit.

But the best harmonies
never are.

Your lines are
really improving.

I just don't want
to get hurt, Roland.

I know what that feels like
and it sucks.

I'd never hurt you, Keevey.

I... I love you too much.

I've loved you since the day
you blew up my amplifier.

Just give me a chance...

To prove it.

Okay.

Would you please
make welcome

the WArrikins and
techno folk funk.

♪ There was
a wild colonial boy

♪ Who left his native home

♪ And to Australia's
sunny shores

♪ He was inclined to roam

♪ He robbed the rich
He helped the poor

♪ He shot James McEvoy

♪ A terror to Australia was

♪ That white colonial boy ♪

And a real Westival favorite,

Diamond, is with us
once again.

Do you have another treat
in store for us, Diamond?

Yes Queenie, I do.
A recitation.

Oh.

One hundred years ago, a very
talented and strong woman

named Dorothea McKellar wrote

"I love a sunburnt country,
a wide brown land for me."

Oh, wonderful
inspiring poem, yeah.

Yes, well I think if
she were writing today

she'd probably write something
quite a lot more angry.

I hate a gender
specific country

A land of sweeping bigots

Of ragged, transphobic
Internet trolls

Of inadequate
intolerant white men

And I've been taking
guitar lessons with Tman.

Tman?

He calls him the Theraman
because he plays the theremin.

See what he did with that?

Here we all are again, eh?

Yep, here we are. Good year?

Oh, absolutely.

We resaid our vows on the beach.
It was so romantic.

Oh, we did ours again too!

Barefoot in white pajamas.

We were barefoot
in white pajamas!

No! Oh, what? What?
That's crazy!

Well, you know that funny
old night we had last year.

Shook things up a bit.

Yeah!

Back to normal now, eh?

Oh yeah.

Well the quicker
we get set up,

the quicker we can get
stuck into the botskis!

Yay!

Don't even
think about it.

Hey.

I'm Maddison,
and I'm Feminasty.

This is quite
a sad song, actually.

It's about regret, broken
dreams and betrayal.

Mostly it's about betrayal.

I hate her lack of horizon

I hate her poison sea

Her bankers and her miners

A wide, shit-coloured
land for me

Thank you, Diamond.

As ever, plenty to think about and
apologies for the fruity language.

Binge drinking and
anti-social behavior

will be met
with zero tolerance.

Know your limits and
drink responsibility.

Enjoy your night.

Microbrewed beer
in the bar?

I don't recognize
Australia anymore.

- Too hoppy.
- Too fruity.

Don't want that much
taste in a beer.

"A rich amber brew with hints of
burnt grapefruit and vanilla."

It's a beer not a puddin'.

Thank you.
You've been amazing.

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