So, you wanna play at the Hootenanny?

There's only a few things you'll need to start flick'n music, musings, poetry and photos under the Hootenanny's rollerdoor.

Get in Contact with Luke

Until y'all up and running with this technological hoo-ha, I reckon you should send me an email and I'll forward on the relevant email address you can use to post on the site.

Uploading Music

Use [] or You Tube to upload audio and video, then get the embedded link from the site and send it to the aforementioned email address I'll be handing over.

Direct Emails to the Site

They remain drafts until the administrator (currently Luke) releases them. I ain't a Nazi... just think of me as a bounce on the door of this juke-joint. We don't want no webcrawling lowlifes nick'n the address and spam crashing our party. Who brings processed meat to a love-in, anyhow?

Once you get the drill, we'll be raising the roof on this baby in no time.

L

Welcome to The Hootenanny on the Porch of Networked Civilisation

Shit truly be born when souls wail off their shackles and colour the ether with desire.  Like acorns and oaks, guys, girls and guitars water the silent whispers passing under our mind's jabber and breed flamboyant proclamations of that lubricious vigour hiding in the hearts of anyone willing to 'walk the line'. 3am, Alice Ave, you, me and another dram of single malt whiskey. A sideways grin, capo on 3rd. We all know what's next. Brothers and sisters are born there. Shit truly be born.

Our hootenanny winks at the congregation of howlin' spirits who've daubed the air we breathe in euphonious carnivals for as long as forever feels... and, if you listen hard, just a touch prior. It's now and a then each way, baby.  

Harmonies conjoin time and space, but in a universe emerging bodies of more than flesh alone, someone's gotta decorate the wires.  So, my friends, why don't we renovate this dry network binding us with memories of our finger pick'n good times?  You know, posterity could be a lot prettier, wouldn't you say?  Why don't yer park that posterior on the Porch of Networked Civilisation and let's you and I busk our days away. Yeeeee haaaaaw!

Luke F

9.08pm, 7 March 2009.