The Story of Bryan Cook and Inner City 90s Sydney

Inner city Sydney in the 1980s and 90s was a very special place. I first spent extended amounts of time in Newtown from 1991. The creativity and energy of the community was amazing. Music, art, performance and writing as well as dancing, singing, sculpting and raving were happening everywhere. Large loft-style warehouse spaces could be rented for a few hundred dollars a week and large groups could live in them too. I moved permanently to Sydney in late 1992 and the city was my base until late 1999. The city has changed a lot since then and on my first and only visit back since, in 2023, it was almost unrecognisable.
This is the story of Bryan Cook. A local inner city photographer and Australian independent music lover who captured some of the most unique, unseen photos around the inner city pubs like The Hopetoun, The Vulcan, The Sydney Trade Union Club The Evening star, The Strawberry Hills Hotel and more.

https://soulvlog.blogspot.com/2025/02/the-story-of-bryan-cook-and-inner-city.html
#Australia #Sydney #PunkRock #MyHistory

Für euch ganz tief in meinem Fotoarchiv herum gekramt und ein Foto gefunden aus der Zeit, in der ich damals im #Maghreb das Kochen in und mit einer #Tajine von der Pike auf erlernte. Und, ganz unter uns gesagt: Noch ein paar Dinge mehr.
#MyHistory #alMaghrib #Algier #Dzayer

Here is the earliest iteration of my online presence, from 1999. If you click on "unique" "paintings" or my name, it leads you into the site. The painting you get is a broken link, but click on it, and the detail is still there.

I make psychic maps for the new travellers, with sound, images and words. Audio structures that drive people into new states of awareness. A form of music that is medicine. Sounds that send people out of their minds, into the big beating heart of the cosmos.

"Black is the badge of hell / The hue of dungeons and the school of night."

#Sound #Audio #Downloads #Myhistory #Trance #AcidFolk

https://soundcloud.com/didgebaba

Been reminded (thank you) that I used to occasionally toot about odd items I have around that reflect some of my family history under #MyHistory so it's time for another one!

My maternal grandparents lived in #Plymouth, Devon and my brother and I used to visit every summer. The entrance hallway was typically British with a coat rack, umbrella stand and a wall covered in 'things'. All of which fell into the 'never to be touched' category making them all the more fascinating.

This was one.

Many thanks for the follow @dgar! The pinned toots you boosted are very much appreciated but I'll warn everyone that they need a wee bit of editing. They were written shortly after I joined up and was trying to define and then nestle into my own comfortable corner of the fediverse. I've obviously found it!

But it did remind me that it's been a long time since I did a #MyHistory toot so that's on you!

For my own sanity and possibly yours in dealing with my stuff.

#hashtags I commonly use when posting beyond those in bio (some key ones repeated):
Note: #WIP

#WryComment #CanadianEh

#CrazyCanuckBBQ
#Carnivore
- various tags to identify possibly unwanted text/imagery in food preparation

#ResurrectedRecordPlayer
#NowPlaying #RandomMusic

#PhonePhotography

#reuse #recycle #OtherPeoplesGarbage
#PackRat

#MyHistory
- locations where appropriate

#WeAreTheWeird
#WeAreTheBlinky
#FreakFlag

Here's the first of what I call my grandfather's 'pocket litter'. It's a medallion as you can see by the hole/chain.

Known: found in his effects. My mother did not recognise it at all. Grandmother previously deceased. Well cared for so significant somehow. The cheap chain is Mom wanting a keepsake.

Guess: likely Masonic. Grandfathers trade and look of something accessed frequently but furtively fits. Similar symbology

Latin stamped, not engraved. Non-magnetic.

???

#histodians #introduction

I'm not one myself but I really enjoy reading the posts and increasing my understanding of past things, most often with a unique perspective/spin. And the effort it must involve, shudder.

But. I have something unique that may be of interest so,

Meet my great-grandparents on mother's side.

You've likely picked up that I'm #CanadianEh but I was born in #Plymouth, #Devon, England. Went back every summer until 16 for couple of months.
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They always called us by number, never by name: a survivor's story https://audio.europarl.europa.eu/EN/0_zp2t8ip7 via European Parliament - #MyHistory #ElzaMavričKumar #Auschwitz #HumanRights #EU