Right now, I want life to be a perfect mix of these moments...

Old stories are sometimes the best...

Some of the stuff Ive published in my zine in years past honestly make me cringe. But some bits of Coughing Up Legomen I feel are worth chucking out there. A short hyper, potted history of Reclaim The Street parties/festivals in Sydney...
To be continued, sometime soon, along with articles from CUL #20...

Intro from C.U.L #20 and a few little bits

Coughing Up Legmen version 20
I’ve been getting used to the quiet life even as my record case bumps my knees under my desk. The mosquitos seem to be leaving me alone for the moment, but it hurts even to type with my very clumsily bandaged hand. Radiohead is the perfect loud quiet music. I’ve finally turned the fan off and the only sounds are the wind endlessly brushing through the trees, the quiet click of the keyboard and the somewhat perfect sounds coming from the wheelie bin.
But it has been a bit of the quiet life I guess. I’ve started cooking in the house again after months of just not bothering. I’ve been looking wistfully at the garden full of all-weather couches, carpeted ground and sturdy pot plants. They are mostly succulents, mostly because they were the only ones who made it through my period of neglect during spring party season. My bookshelves are full to the point of piling stacks of books on the top shelf, playing Jenga with literature. Which will fall first, the Identity Theft guide or a slice of classic Steven King?
My room is full. Without even considering the other stuff I could try and fit into here. Party décor, market stuff, random finds, hot glue sculptures… The last time I tried to make stuff in this room I just had to give up. You know the saying about swinging a cat?
Maybe this room reflects my life and headspace. Full. But full of things I love, photos, music books and a pretty awesome collection of shirts, the full gauntlet of printed t shirts. I have to stop writing in metaphors. It’s so easy to do that, instead of actually writing about the physical and mental here and now.
So I sit here on a quiet Wednesday night in the Church Street house, one of the last bastions of cheap rent in the heart of Newtown, in my little room that used to be a laundry, crammed full of my belongings and wonder what this year will bring. It’ll be a shame to move out of church but it feels like time. It’s been such an amazing home, not just a place to live. Energy and randomness on a radical scale.
There is such a difference between a house and a home. Three and a half years is a long time in a little house though. So many beautiful people have been through here. It’s hard to be emotional and pack your bags/milkcrates at the same time.
The cast of hundreds of friends, associates, well-wishers, co-conspirators, lovers, friends, neighbours, randoms and fellow munter pirates have never been far away either.
You all know who you are. Respect.
You have never seen five people with so much stuff live in such a small place. There is always something new in the lounge room and always a sweet crew of people dropping in.
Truly unpredictable. Thank you 262.
Here’s to the future whatever it may hold. Throwing love and respect out there…


Chris Lego
Jan-March 2008






If you want a social revolution, try learning some social skills


Such a small amount of space in my room and there’s power cords trailing everywhere like tripwires. Potential power becomes an obstacle, just like in international politics or interpersonal social dynamics. 3 X 3 X 3 metres is 27 square metres. It doesn’t feel like that much space when its all accounted for.
The carpet is damp and there are two massive twin towers of CDs stacked like plastic models just behind the screen of the laptop.
They could fall at any random movement of the desk so I must type calmly.

Coughing Up Legomen #20: Done, now the party

So as some of you may know, Ive been working hard on a new zine for months now. It was finished on Sunday night, finally. Ive gotten it offset printed for slightly better quality, and its finally done, complete with screenprinted covers and a patch and sticker with each one. First edition of 300. Done. Its a large format with an extensive interview with Seymour Butz about Klub kooky and playing at kens at Kensington, the legendary gay sauna. An interview with Mashy P about the free party scene in Sydney as well as writing about sharehousing, books, the gay scene DIY markets, warehouse living, HighanDry Festival and a whole bunch of other stuff.
So Im launching it at the Abercrombie Hotel on Saturday night with a range of my favorite DJs and friends performing. Seymour Butz and Mashy P, Zeitgeist, Franco, Mukole, The BFG, Deep Cycle, Munted Monkey and myself will be playing tunes. Live bands Lunar Module and The Gruntled will be shaking the foundations in the much loved beer garden. Justin Shoulder, Faggot Rooster and Celia Curtis will be doing their performing magic during the course of the night. Great shows and music, friendly people and zines will be finally available on the night for sale. I wont be selling friendly people on the night though...
Finally... 8pm-3am, ten bucks entry (we want to pay all these wonderful people). Whoever is reading this, please come and say high.
A variety of zine articles to be uploaded here real soon.
XXX Chris