#isha: end transmission

[isha-feinberg]

end transmission | isha & ?

when: wednesday 12th april 2163 where: a corridor, by a supply cupboard who: open!

[So many black clothes. Isha doesn’t like cleaning them as much; white clothes are easy because you can bleach them. Dark clothes show every little hair and bit of fluff, and she’s spent the better part of the last hour with a lint scraper trying to clean up everyone’s funeral clothes. When she gets send off to get some more laundry detergent, she suspects it’s because she keeps sighing so fretfully while everyone else is chatting and trying to establish some sort of normality after Kaiser’s death.

Isha is fine with that, gliding down the corridor and slipping into the nearest supply cupboard. She has to stand on the lowest shelf to reach the detergent, which is far back on the highest shelf, and while she does so the door swings shut behind her.

It’s very dark, all of a sudden. Isha always needs to know where the nearest exit is, and she fares poorly when she’s trapped somewhere like this. Her PDD does nothing to open the door, but it won’t bend to brute force either; why doesn’t she know how the bloody doors work? Is it a mechanical error? A computer thing? Someone in the tech department is playing a joke on her? The light of her PDD is painfully bright as she types out an indignant message to the first IT person she can think of, that Paxton person, to say that she’s stuck.

In the meantime, she’ll try slow deep breaths like they always tout in therapy. It’s only when she hears someone coming along the corridor outside that she slams her palm against the door.]

Excuse me? Hello? [She manages to sound rather annoyed for a woman hoping to get some help. She doesn’t want to admit to the pounding in her chest or the strangling feeling in her throat. She just wants to get out of this stupid damn cupboard.] 

[whichwaytogomusic]

CORNER AWARD LONGLIST TOP FIVE IN FIVE #1

We’re asking our Corner Awar longlist about their top five in five!

READ ON TO FIND OUT THEIR TOP FIVE:

- AUSSIE ARTISTS OF ALL TIME

- ALBUM/EP RELEASE OF 2018

- BEST SHOWS EVER SEEN

- WAYS TO SPEND A FREE SATURDAY ARVO

- PIECES OF ADVICE FOR EMERGING ARTISTS

ALICE SKYE. 

1. "Of all time" is a huge question! And I made a list to try and help me but it ended up being 20 artists long. But i'm feeling kinda nostalgic so I'll pick the ones I listened to growing up. 

Missy Higgins Uncle Archie Roach Warumpi Band Paul Kelly Powderfinger - there are so many others I want to add!!!

2. Lost Friends by Middle Kids Anything released by Kaiit Milyakburra by Emily Wurramara Native Tongue by Mojo Juju Indigenous Land by Drmngnow

3. Electric Fields at the Brisbane Powerhouse blew my mind! Seeing Eskimo Joe and Grinspoon at the first Triple J One Night Stand is where I formed my love of 'Aussie rock'. Regina Spektor in Manchester  Kardajala Kirridara at the Northcote Social Club Baker Boy at Bigsound 2017

4. I love spending time at home because it's free so highly encourage that. 

You could watch TV, we make earrings a lot in my house, or make a shitty painting (what i'm doing right now), or going to the park and having a draw is nice. 

5. I'm not good at advice so i'll just give one. Don't be put off by thinking that there are already 1000s of songwriters like you out there just because the music industry is so large and overwhelming. It is scary but you always have your own voice and you never know who will connect to it. 

BAKER BOY

1. Kian Dallas Woods Kaiit Adrian Eagle Ziggy Ramo

2. Kait - Live From Her Room Emily Wurramara - Milyakburra Drake - Scorpion Black Panther Soundtrack The Weeknd - My Dear Melancholy

3.  “No way I can answer this, they all have their own thing..!”

4. “If I still lived in Arnhem Land I'd be hunting and sitting around the campfire but while I'm here in awesomely cold Melbourne I like to eat oysters and play Fortnite with my crew. Have you seen my Fortnite inspired dance yet? We’re perfecting it for our next trip around the festival circuit...“

5. “Never treat your mistakes as failure. Nurture and sit with the mistake then move forward and approach your goal differently. Bouncing back is key!”

CAITI BAKER 

1. Gurrumul Ecca Vandal A.B. Original (Briggs and Trials) Birdz

2. Alice Skye - Friends With Feelings Emily Wurramara - Milyakburra

3. “Yikes. Ever? James Brown, Prince, Missy Elliott, Jay Z, Alicia Keys… Redman & Method Man… I’m lucky to have seen a lot of incredible live music.“

4. “If not writing, definitely in nature or chilling, eating and laughing with my squad.“

5. “Be true to yourself and your art. Be kind. Learn to be adaptive, flexible and make sure you have good people around you.“

DIVIDE + DISSOLVE

1. Kalyani & Isha The Drmng Now Sasshound Alice Skye Kaiit 2. Kalyani & Isha - That's All I came for The Drmng Now - Australia Does not exist Sasshound- Get Up Alice Skye- Friends with Feelings Kaiit- Natural Woman 4. Chilling Eating Sleeping Biking Smoking 5. “Pieces of Advice? Please send our way.”

EVELYN IDA MORRIS

1. Grand Salvo Extradition On Diamon (Lisa Salvo) Gurner Elizabeth Mitchell

2. Devotion - Tirzah Joonya Spirit - Jaala John Sharp Toro - Native Cats Her - Totally Mild The Long Sleep - Jenny Hval

3. The Ex (from Holland) at The Knitting Factory in NYC ‘04 The Boredoms 10/10/10 (I was playing in it but I know it was the best show ever) Jaala solo at The Bank Hot To Rot at the Post Office Hotel On Diamond at Tom Tom

4. Playing piano Watching movies Hanging out wit my Erik (my partner) Walking a friend’s dog Sleeping/cuddling

5. “Don't let the people who have more power be right about "what is good", don't worry about what folks think, take care of your community first and foremost, take care of your mental health, GET PAID”

FRASER A GORMAN

1. You Am I Paul Kelly Courtney Barnett Hoodoo Gurus Midnight Oil

2. John Prine - The Tree of Forgiveness Babe Rainbow - Double Rainbow East Brunswick All Girls Choir - Teddywaddy Courtney Barnett - Tell Me How You Really Feel Kevin Morby/Waxahatchee - Farewell Transmission 7” 3. Band of Horses - Forum, Melbourne Ryan Adams - Forum, Melbourne Bill Callahan - Hamer Hall, Melbourne Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Sydney Myer Music Bowl, Melbourne Gillian Welch - Palais, Melbourne

4. Drinking beers in the sun Listening to dylan Watching Carlton win a game for once Going to The Tote Not working

5. Be nice to yourself and everyone around you Be nice to support bands cause one day you might want to support them Party in a respectful manner Soundcheck is important Get a pedal tuner for God’s sake

[isha-feinberg]

end transmission | isha & rosa

@rosastein​​:

isha-feinberg​:

when: wednesday 12th april 2163 where: a corridor, by a supply cupboard who: open!

[So many black clothes. Isha doesn’t like cleaning them as much; white clothes are easy because you can bleach them. Dark clothes show every little hair and bit of fluff, and she’s spent the better part of the last hour with a lint scraper trying to clean up everyone’s funeral clothes. When she gets send off to get some more laundry detergent, she suspects it’s because she keeps sighing so fretfully while everyone else is chatting and trying to establish some sort of normality after Kaiser’s death.

Isha is fine with that, gliding down the corridor and slipping into the nearest supply cupboard. She has to stand on the lowest shelf to reach the detergent, which is far back on the highest shelf, and while she does so the door swings shut behind her.

It’s very dark, all of a sudden. Isha always needs to know where the nearest exit is, and she fares poorly when she’s trapped somewhere like this. Her PDD does nothing to open the door, but it won’t bend to brute force either; why doesn’t she know how the bloody doors work? Is it a mechanical error? A computer thing? Someone in the tech department is playing a joke on her? The light of her PDD is painfully bright as she types out an indignant message to the first IT person she can think of, that Paxton person, to say that she’s stuck.

In the meantime, she’ll try slow deep breaths like they always tout in therapy. It’s only when she hears someone coming along the corridor outside that she slams her palm against the door.]

Excuse me? Hello? [She manages to sound rather annoyed for a woman hoping to get some help. She doesn’t want to admit to the pounding in her chest or the strangling feeling in her throat. She just wants to get out of this stupid damn cupboard.] 

[ The week had gotten off to an unusual start, which isn’t so much a complaint as an observation: she’d moved house, more or less, and a man died. Or was murdered. From what Rose can sus out, there doesn’t seem to be a general consensus among the masses. Just a thick air of mixed sadness and apprehension, with a dash of suspicion to taste. She doesn’t know what to think about it all herself, doesn’t know enough about the place to discern whether murder is something anyone here is capable of. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make it any less terrifying to be shaken from ones thought by a loud noise. Nor does it make it any less likely to scream at the aforementioned loud noise. ]

…What the sh-!  [ She shoots a fist out and raps on the nearest wall, all strength and not even a pretense of technique. Some might call it an offensive reflex. Rose would call it an offended reflex. (The trainers back in Sixteen would call it a stupid reflex.) Regardless, her heart is pounding, and now her hand hurts. ] Fuck! [ Tight-lipped and high pitched. As she clutches throbbing thing to her stomach, Rose looks around belatedly in search of the source of what spooked her. The rattling of a nearby supply closet seems to be the most likely offender. Frowning, she approaches. Slowly presses her ear against the frigid surface of the door. ]

God, what… are you trying to kill someone else? Hello?! [ Only once she’s yelled at what looks like no one does it occur to her how unhinged this must look. The subsequent tapping of her PDD a bid to feel less embarrassed about the whole thing  – she’s certain some security camera caught her physically and verbally assaulting colony infrastructure. Admirable second day behavior. But once the door opens, and whoever is inside can explain themselves, it’ll be fine.

Naturally, nothing happens.

Typical. ]

…Yeah, mkay. Sure. 

[Isha is not easily startled, but the sudden heavy thwack that resonates through the wall makes her jump. Thank goodness nobody can see her. As it is, she startles and takes a step back, hand jumping to her sternum and pressing against it as if to coax her heart into a slower pace. She wouldn’t be so damn jumpy if she wasn’t stuck in this absurd little cupboard.

She knows she’ll get out sooner or later, particularly now somebody knows she’s in here, but she’d just really rather it was sooner and not later. It’s dark and cramped and the smell of cleaning products is pressing against Isha’s head. The person outside seems to be just as upset as Isha, and that makes her feel a little better. It’s probably not precisely what they mean when they say a trouble shared is a trouble halved, but Isha likes not being the only on in distress.

Perhaps, Isha thinks with a private sense of amusement, this person had thought she was a ghost. Isha doesn’t believe in such things, but if she were the sort of person to hold those beliefs then this draughty old school building on this breezy little island would be a likely candidate for a haunting.

It’s difficult to hear through the door but she thinks she can make out the sound of whoever is out there trying to open it, unsuccessfully. Of course. The tip of Isha’s thumb makes its way unconsciously between her lips so that she can chew on the nail, which is a habit she trained herself out of long ago.]

...Did you just hit the wall? [There are better questions to ask, but it’s the one Isha wants to know the answer to. She thinks it’s a bit funny, the idea of having startled someone so well that they lash out blindly against a wall. It doesn’t make her feel any more in control, but it makes her feel at least a little less alone in her stress.] 

[isha-feinberg]

end transmission | isha & felix

@felix-tee​:

isha-feinberg​:

when: wednesday 12th april 2163 where: a corridor, by a supply cupboard who: isha & felix

[So many black clothes. Isha doesn’t like cleaning them as much; white clothes are easy because you can bleach them. Dark clothes show every little hair and bit of fluff, and she’s spent the better part of the last hour with a lint scraper trying to clean up everyone’s funeral clothes. When she gets sent off to get some more laundry detergent, she suspects it’s because she keeps sighing so fretfully while everyone else is chatting and trying to establish some sort of normality after Kaiser’s death.

Isha is fine with that, gliding down the corridor and slipping into the nearest supply cupboard. She has to stand on the lowest shelf to reach the detergent, which is far back on the highest shelf, and while she does so the door swings shut behind her.

It’s very dark, all of a sudden. Isha always needs to know where the nearest exit is, and she fares poorly when she’s trapped somewhere like this. Her PDD does nothing to open the door, but it won’t bend to brute force either; why doesn’t she know how the bloody doors work? Is it a mechanical error? A computer thing? Someone in the tech department is playing a joke on her? The light of her PDD is painfully bright as she types out an indignant message to the first IT person she can think of, that Paxton person, to say that she’s stuck.

In the meantime, she’ll try slow deep breaths like they always tout in therapy. It’s only when she hears someone coming along the corridor outside that she slams her palm against the door.]

Excuse me? Hello? [She manages to sound rather annoyed for a woman hoping to get some help. She doesn’t want to admit to the pounding in her chest or the strangling feeling in her throat. She just wants to get out of this stupid damn cupboard.] 

[Felix doesn’t especially know he’s a skittish person, but when an indignant, muffled voice and some hard slams project from a closed door beside him, Felix does jump a little. He touches his chest—reflex—and lets out a little, almost silent ‘oh’ and steps back. Also reflex. 

Then two plus two suddenly make… three, and he realizes someone seems to be knocking from inside a room—a closet, by the looks of it. He smartly deduces this because the door is narrow and the stranger’s voice sounds like she’s in a small space. 

Oh, and because there’s a cloudy gold plaque on the door that says ‘Supply Closet’.

He frowns a little, takes an uncertain step forward.] Uh, hello? [He looks around briefly. Is this phantom voice even talking to him?] 

[’Hello?’? Does this person think Isha is his conscience speaking? She can’t place the speaker from a single word, but she can place their critical thinking skills. How many conclusions could possibly be drawn from a voice coming from inside a cupboard?

The nice thing about being behind a door is that this disbelief can register on her face without worrying about causing offence. There’s catharsis in that, and it makes it a little easier to then gather herself and not be rude.]

[The tip of her tongue touches her lower lip and the synthetic, drying taste of lipstick, and she shakes her head.] Hello. The door has become stuck, would you please try to open it from your side?

[If it’s a mechanical error then it won’t make a difference, but it’s worth trying, and until then Isha just tries to keep her breathing steady. She’s feeling somewhere between snappish and panicked and she doesn’t really want to be alone till the door opens. And she will say, in favour of this person’s slow thinking, that they feel totally unthreatening.]