Category: Melbourne

  • 2019 (The Year)

    It’s the end.

    Well, not really.

    But it is the end of the year. Also the decade. The decade that gave us both vaping and vaporwave.

    February 13 actually marks 10 years since I moved to Melbourne, so that’s probably the more significant milestone for me rather than the technical end of the 2010s. And if my 22-year-old self saw where I am now, I think he’d be thrilled.

    But as for 2019, I did a few things of note…

    I got married! Annika too. 29 March 2019 at Glasshaus Inside in Cremorne, just off Swan Street, Richmond. It’s a plant nursery by day so the greenery provided a lovely setting that seems to be in vogue at the moment with the recent surge in the popularity of house plants. Take my wife.

    My beautiful wife of course deserves all the thanks for the many months of planning. And also for saying yes.

    It was a great night and in particular it was really special to look out at the crowd and see my brother Luke, who flew over from Adelaide with Mum and two carers. Thank you again to the good people at Qantas and Jetstar (and Mum) who got him here, to my best man Tim, and all our friends who came to celebrate with us.

    Beautiful photos by Jessica Grilli.

    For our honeymoon, we spent a month in September/October traveling up the west coast of the USA and Canada.

    To give you the executive summary: we started in LA, rented a car (first time driving a left-hand drive car!) and drove to Desert Hot Springs, Palm Springs, then up the Pacific Coast Highway to San Luis Obispo where we stayed at the fabulous Madonna Inn (highlight of the trip). Then to San Simeon, checked out Hearst Castle, to Carmel-By-The-Sea through San Jose to San Francisco. Out to Yosemite National Park and back. Then flew to Portland, Oregon. Never been there before and really liked it. Lots of cool vintage stores and cafés (felt a bit like Adelaide or Melbourne). Then drove to Seattle via Mount Saint Helens (absolutely spectacular) and across the boarder to Vancouver.

    We took more photos obviously, but I can’t be bothered re-sizing them for the website so just go to my Instagram.

    It was my third time visiting the USA. I went in 1998 and 2005 with my folks and both times I came back home a bit disappointed about what I was missing out on, not living there. This time was different and I was glad to be home. I guess that says something about how much I’m enjoying my life and career at the moment.

    But also, maybe my eyes were more open. So much waste. So many ridiculously big SUVs only carrying one person. So much plastic packaging. So many homeless people, with tents on the side of the freeway and under bridges.

    America is only a great country if you’re rich. As Paul Keating said, “Australia is a fundamentally better society.” He’s right. I guess as you get older, things like universal health care and not being shot become more important to you.

    And really, there’s nothing there now that you can’t get here, thanks to the Internet and globalisation. I remember in 2005 I was blown away by all the different coloured jackets you could buy at Macy’s. In Adelaide at the time, your options were basically black, brown or navy blue. Now you can get anything you want.

    It was a different experience beverage-wise too. Last time I went to town on Dr Pepper at every opportunity. This time I only managed one and I felt pretty sick afterwards. It’s the sugar. I just can’t drink the non-diet/max stuff anymore.

    Also, I wasn’t a coffee drinker last time I went. My God. They just don’t get it. It’s expensive and it’s awful. And more generally, with taxes that aren’t included in the price, plus having to tip all the time, after a while it’s just really fucking annoying.

    But despite all of that, America still does have that special glow to it. Aside from the incredible scenery, the feeling that this is where the big things happen. Definitely on show while walking around Paramount Studios. I certainly wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to make a movie or work on a TV show there. What am I, nuts?!?

    Speaking of TV shows…

    In June, the TV special “Good Afternoon Adelaide: Live at the Birkenhead Bridge” aired on the usual community channels. It’s possibly the best thing I’ve ever done.

    Reflecting that, we received five nominations at the 2019 Antenna Awards, winning one for “Outstanding Sound in a Program”, which also seemed a fitting way to make up for Channel 44 Adelaide airing the special with no audio in the second act… true story!

    Voice-Over’s Tim Wray made the trip to Melbourne for the ceremony:

    We applied for a grant from the Community Broadcasting Foundation to make a second season and they came back to us with an offer of absolutely nothing, which is unfortunate. However… we’re making season 2 anyway. We had two big weekend shoots just before Christmas and hopefully we’ll have 6 new episodes by the middle of the year.

    (BTW if you like the show and want to help us out, there’s a donate button in the top right corner of this page.)

    Oh also, back in January the first season of GAA was voted the 3rd Best New Comedy of 2018 (behind the esteemed company of Nanette and Sizzletown) at the annual Australian Tumbleweed Awards. Great blog about Aussie TV comedy that, along with my bank account and the website with Commander Keen mods, is permanently open in Safari on my phone. Here’s what they said about us:

    “It’s a marker of how little new comedy of quality was premiered in 2018 that a show which aired on community television and was released online has garnered as many votes as it has in this category. Good Afternoon Adelaide, a parody of local TV made in Adelaide in the 80’s and 90’s by Mad As Hell writer David Allen Green, has some good ideas in it, but it’s pretty obscure. Its YouTube channel has 64 subscribers and its most-watched video has had 395 views. Presumably all 395 of those viewers voted for it here. Thanks for stopping by.”

    There’s only 7 people involved with the show and I think only 3 of us voted… so thanks everyone!

    As for the kind of work where they pay you actual money…

    2019 continued in much the same way as the last few years. Did the audio at the tennis again. Got the day shift this year, so no late nights. Did have a couple of 6AM starts though, but mostly 9-5. Like a real job or something.

    Still panelling radio for Crocmedia/SEN. The photos above are from when I brought my 35mm camera to work to use up the end of a roll of film. Panelled the usual things, mostly AFL but also some soccer, basketball, cricket, tennis, horse racing and general sport talk back.

    SEN completed its transition from Swan Street, Richmond to the Crocmedia building in Southbank. After sharing studios with Croc on the top floor for a few months, in June the new dedicated SEN studios opened on the ground floor in what turned out to be perfect timing because there was a fire in the building. No one was hurt but there was a horrible burning plastic smell and a loss of power that left the upper floors uninhabitable for a few weeks. The tech guys did an amazing job of getting the stations back up and running with minimal impact to broadcasts.

    Had another wonderful 3 months writing on series 10 of Mad as Hell. Here’s something I wrote that’s easily linkable on YouTube, performed by the brilliant Stephen Hall and Shaun Micallef:

    It really is the best God damn job in the world.

    I was also Andy Lee’s stand-in during rehearsals on Talkin’ ‘Bout Your Generation in February/March (I did that for the previous season in late 2017 as well – don’t think I mentioned it before). Basically, when they rehearse and run through all the segments, they don’t want the real contestants there as they’ll be exposed to the questions and gags, so they have six stand-ins.

    One brand new addition to the resume this year was writing questions for Mastermind Australia on SBS. Now I just need to get something I’ve written on Channel Ten and I will have completed the Australian network TV Yahtzee (Seven = The Chase. Nine = the “UN’s bring your daughter to work day” gag in the Mad as Hell clip they played at the Logies this year – it’s a bit of a stretch, I know, but still).

    Of course, if you saw me in anything this year, it was probably this Toyota ad:

    My first proper job as an actor. Absolutely loved it. Definitely looking forward to doing more stuff on camera.

    What else? There have been a couple of other writing projects. I was offered the chance to write a TV sitcom pilot by a long time Twitter friend and did a couple of drafts. Would love to see that one get made. Was also asked to help with a web sitcom, which I also did. Waiting to see what happens with that. You know, the usual.

    As for 2020, I’m back on series 11 of Mad as Hell early in the year and there’ll be more Good Afternoon Adelaide at some point and in some quantity. Also getting the urge to make some more VHS Revue. Watch this space.

    As it is coming up on a decade in Melbourne, I’ve been reading some of my old blog entries from those first few weeks and I had forgotten just how hard a time I was having.

    I used to write a lot more… well… ‘openly’ about what I was experiencing (there’s really nothing holding you back when you don’t have an employer or a relationship or the benefit of experience and better judgement). Particularly, I went into quite a bit of detail about that first (horrible) sharehouse in Altona. Reading it back now, it’s quite passive aggressive. That’s partly because those two housemates asked me to remove their names after I had already written a few posts, so I had to go back and replace their names with vague, non-identifiable descriptors like “Miss Altona” and “Mr X” etc. But also, clearly I was not having a good time. Next time I’m a guest on one of those podcasts where they exchange tedious stories, I’ll make sure to elaborate on their lack of a bath-mat system.

    One passage I came across from 9 March 2010 still resonates:

    “…it was a somewhat rambling week. Had some bad days, then a good one, then some bad ones, then a good one again. I’ve often found myself recently thinking and remembering about “the good old days” back in Adelaide, seeing my close friends regularly, working every now and then at the Palace Nova … it was all so care-free… And let me tell you, you never appreciate the beauty of nature and the outdoors so much as when you’re stuck at a desk reading a text book. But then, even though those days were great and I knew exactly what I was doing, I wasn’t going anywhere. At least here in Melbourne I feel like I’m achieving something.”

    Yep. It took a while, but things worked out pretty well. And quite ironic that I had to move to Melbourne to make a TV show called “Good Afternoon Adelaide”.

    But, I would do it all again.

    Here’s to the 2020s. Humanity’s last chance.

    – DMG

  • That’s your 2018 right there

    These years go by faster and faster…

    Well, hope you had a good 2018. Here are the things what I did:

    I started the year again at the Australian Open working nights at the Rod Laver Arena audio panel. Highlights include playing “Men in Black” on the PA when the camera cut to Will Smith in the crowd and riding the levels for special guest on-court interviewer Will Ferrell. Was also great to get to crank “Sweet Caroline” during Caroline Wozniacki’s victory lap after she won her maiden Grand Slam title.

    There was a bit of overlap with the start of Shaun Micallef’s Mad as Hell series 8, the first to be shot at the newly expanded ABC Southbank studios. And in fact there were 3 days there when I did a full day of comedy writing, then walked across Swan Street Bridge to Melbourne Park, scoffed down some dinner and panelled the audio until 1am! Not in a hurry to do that double again…

    But that’s the life of a freelancer. From intense periods like that to a pretty quiet couple of months of underemployment in the middle of the year, I must say.

    There were two seasons of Mad as Hell this year, which was fantastic. They haven’t done two seasons in the same year since my first year with the show back in 2014.

    Speaking of which, if you’ve ever wondered what I actually write on the show, I recently cut together some of my finest gags from series 3 to 8:

    Made a few cameos this year too…

    But the big highlight for me – aside from being shot and strangled – was having my brother Luke visit and attend a Mad as Hell taping. I’ve been in Melbourne almost nine years and this is the first time he’s come over from Adelaide.

    It was quite the ordeal organising it (he’s been confined to a wheelchair for about 5 years now, so has some special requirements). When Luke expressed an interest in coming over, Mum looked into it and discovered while Luke could easily fly on a Qantas plane, his wheelchair was too tall for the 737 cargo hold. And while a Jetstar A320 could fit the wheelchair, they didn’t have the lifter required to get Luke into the seat on the plane. Those are the only two aircraft that fly from Adelaide to Melbourne. Virgin was no help. Seemed like an obvious solution for Qantas and Jetstar to share the equipment, but alas not.

    Ultimately, it came down to my tireless Mother not taking ‘no’ for an answer. And thank you too to the people on Twitter and Facebook who shared my Mum’s post and the ABC journalist Alice Dempster who wrote a story on it, which eventually convinced Qantas and Jetstar to cooperate.

    Luke had a great time. I gave him a tour of the studio and we watched the show from the green room. Afterwards, I introduced him to Shaun and the cast. He was absolutely thrilled and it was a really special moment that made it all worth it.

    Mum, Luke and two carers Ruth and Sharon stayed overnight in a nearby apartment. They hired a special bed and a lifter to get him in and out of the chair. It was a lot to organise and we all lost some sleep worrying about everything going according to plan, but in the end it went brilliantly. I wish we did it years ago.

    The next day, Annika and I met them for breakfast and we took a stroll across the Princes Bridge to Federation Square and I pointed out some of the sights to Luke.

    Thank you so much to everyone at the ABC, Mad as Hell, and the airlines for their help in making this trip so enjoyable.

    Qantas told us this would be a one off, but I’m hoping we can do it again. The easiest and obvious solution would be for Jetstar to get some lifers and train their staff. I really hope they do that as soon as possible. Makes me wonder how many other disabled people out there are discouraged from travelling because it’s all just a bit too difficult.

    ABC News even did a story on it:

    Was quite bizarre to see Luke on TV instead of me for a change!

    I was back on the buttons at Crocmedia this year, mainly panelling the AFL. That place is growing like crazy. In April, Croc actually merged with Pacific Star Network, owners of sport station SEN 1116AM. Consequently, there was a bit of cross over with staff this year and I ended up doing some panel shifts at SEN back in their Swan Street studios.

    The same studios where in 2011/12, I panelled The Steve Vizard Show on Melbourne Talk Radio. Bizarre how the Australian radio industry seems to go in circles sometimes. Just for comparison, spot the difference:

    As part of the merger, SEN is moving into the Crocmedia building in South Melbourne. My last (probably) shift at Swan Street was panelling the cricket on Sunday December 16. I’ll miss those studios in the quiet corner of Richmond. Probably Melbourne’s last ground floor radio studio with a tram right outside the window.

    A lot of history in that building, going back to the dying days of 3AK. Well before my time. I hear someone’s writing a book about it.

    2018 also saw the TV debut of Good Afternoon Adelaide on Melbourne’s Channel 31, Adelaide’s Channel 44 and Perth’s West TV.

    There’s more of the Adelaide-based early ’90s talk show parody in the pipeline. Not sure what exactly and when it’s going to come out of the pipe, but watch this space. I will say it involves a bus…

    Also had a great time shooting 4 new episodes of VHS Revue. And thanks again to Stephen Hall for this cameo. A few fans have sent me some more tapes, which are currently sitting on my desk waiting to be revued in 2019.

    Other creative things…

    I finished a first draft of the screenplay I started last year. It’s called “Life Hack”. Want to read it? Email me.

    I signed up with a new agency, Larkin Creative, as I’m interested in more on camera comedy performance. There’s a growing number of screen tests and acting appearances on my Vimeo channel.

    Went to Stockholm again with Annika for my first proper Midsummer. A great time as always. So much daylight that time of year. It’s fantastic. In fact you might say I developed Stockholm Syndrome. But you would be incorrect.

    Enjoyed a few saunas, some fishing and took a ferry to the island of Sandhamn out in the archipelago for a day.

    Annika’s Dad even welcomed me by hoisting an Australian flag up the family pole. Sensational. Probably about time we lose that Union Jack though.

    Closer to home, we spent a nice weekend in Ballarat for the Begonia Festival in March. Annika went for the flowers.

    I went for the busts.

    We’ve settled into our place in Malvern and signed on for another year. Two moves in 13 months was more than enough.

    It’s been great. Lost count of the number of barbecues we’ve had this year. And not a bad picture to wake up to every morning:

    In May, we had our engagement party in Adelaide and the wedding is set for 29 March, 2019 in Melbourne. That’s also the Brexit deadline for Britain to leave the EU (unless they postpone it). Regardless, should be a day full of happy memories for both us and the British people.

    Wishing you a fabtabulous 2019.

    – DMG

  • Richard Marsland and me

    On the morning of Sunday 7 December 2008, I was sitting in my bedroom playing ‘Heroes of Might and Magic 2’ when Mum appeared at the door.

    She had just read some bad news in the paper. “Richard Marslands has died,” she said.

    Obviously, she must be mistaken. It’s ‘Marsland’ not ‘Marslands’ and besides, he’s only 32.

    So I wandered upstairs where the Sunday Mail lay open on my parents’ bed.

    Next to a large black and white photo of actress Kat Stewart with her AFI award was a smaller photo of a grinning, bearded Richard Marsland and the words “Leading radio star dies”.

    This was clearly a prank. Wow, how’d he pull that off? It looked just like a real article.

    That’s actually what I thought for a moment. Obviously that was denial – first of the five stages of grief. I was completely shocked and didn’t want to even consider the possibility it could be true. But of course, it was.

    Richard Marsland had taken his own life.

    Richard was an acquaintance. I’d like to say friend, but our friendship had barely begun. I’d never had a friend die before.

    I’d known of him for a couple of years. In April 2006, Tony Martin and Ed Kavalee began what many believe to be the funniest and therefore greatest Australian radio show of all time, ‘Get This’ on the Triple M Network. Richard joined the show a few weeks later as the panel operator after it became apparent Ed had overstated his technical skills.

    At the time I was 18 and had just joined up to Flinders University Student Radio, which broadcast Wednesday nights on community station Radio Adelaide. The consistently hilarious Get This was a huge influence in my early days mucking around on air.

    In Australian radio comedy, basically there’s Tony Martin and then there’s everyone else.

    But Get This was something else entirely. Tony, Ed and Rich with producer Nikki Hamilton-Cornwall and production wizard Matt Dower “on the pots and pans” gelled together in a way that made the show far more than the sum of its parts.

    There was a spike in the ratings every time it aired anywhere and it had probably the most devout fan base of any radio show before or since. People loved them like their best mates.

    When Richard started “on the buttons”, he rarely turned on his own mic to say anything. But a very gradual transformation took place over the weeks and months and eventually he elevated himself from silent operator to third host. Richard’s “white-anting” became a running gag.

    I did a bit of white-anting myself and figured out having a community radio show was a great excuse to talk to my comedy heroes. I interviewed Tony Martin over the phone in September 2006 and when he dropped a reference to the Get This panel operator, I had to ask him to remind me what his name was.

    It wasn’t until October 2007 shortly before Get This finished that Richard’s name was added to the show’s opening sweeper.

    By the end of the show’s two years, he had appeared in or been the subject of countless brilliant and hilarious sketches. There was the mash-up of World’s Wildest Police Videos where Richard took a stolen ‘Black Thunder’ for a joy ride.

    The many replays of his ad-lib rendition of the Vengaboys hit ‘We Like to Party’ with a few of the words from their other hit ‘We’re Going to Ibiza’.

    And Tony’s parody of Bad Company’s ‘Feel Like Makin’ Love’ but with lyrics all about the white-anting Richard.

    As I gradually discovered, there was a lot more to Marslando Calrissian.

    He grew up in Adelaide’s northern suburbs and began working at SAFM in the mid 90s as a panel operator and Black Thunder driver.

    It’s quite likely he handed me more than one icy cold can of coke back in the day. I listened to SAFM religiously and would often get the baby-sitter to drive me and my siblings all over town chasing free Kool Mints and movie tickets.

    In the early 2000s, Richard joined Adelaide TV royalty Anne Wills as co-host of ‘AM Adelaide’ on Channel 7.

    He was also a comedy writer and after moving to Melbourne, he wrote for some of the biggest shows of the era, including Rove Live, The Glass House and eventually for Shaun Micallef’s SBS comedy Newstopia.

    Like many Get This fans, I was genuinely angry when the show was axed in November 2007. It was a particularly barren time for comedy on Australian radio and television – there were fewer online options back then – and this brilliant show that was also highly rating was getting the arse. It didn’t make sense.

    By then I had finished studying and was keen on making the transition from community radio to the kind where they pay you. The late Adelaide radio legend David “Daisy” Day was helping me put a demo together.

    We were talking in his office on South Terrace one afternoon and after listening to some of my sketches, he said I reminded him of Richard. They knew each other from the SAFM days. I was instantly intrigued and once again, used the community show as an excuse to contact him.

    I still had Nikki’s number from interviewing Tony the previous year so I called her and she put me in touch with Richard. He was going to be in Adelaide for Christmas and was happy to come into the studio for an interview.

    The interview was set for 29 December 2007. On the day however, Richard called to apologise, which was how most conversations with him would start.

    He couldn’t make it to the studio and it’d have to be over the phone. I was disappointed I wasn’t going to get to meet him but it was better than nothing.

    Back then, Radio Adelaide was at 228 North Terrace. The studios were built in the late 80s and by community radio standards, they were excellent. The phone system however was much older and to this day, it’s the only time I’ve ever seen a wood panelled telephone.

    We chatted for about an hour about all sorts of things. How he got started in the biz, comedy idols, working on Get This, stories from the panel, writing for TV. It was great. Rich was a lovely guy.

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    In January 2008, Richard moved to Triple M Melbourne breakfast as the panel operator for Peter Helliar and Myf Warhurst’s new show.

    The same month I had a meeting with SAFM program director Craig Bruce. He gave me my first paid radio job as a casual panel operator. Just like Richard a decade earlier.

    I panelled the evening shows that were networked from Sydney and Melbourne, mainly The Hot 30. Occasionally Hamish & Andy.

    Even though those shows were made interstate, Adelaide still needed someone at the panel to record local traffic updates and be ready with some music just in case the feed dropped out.

    Often I’d be the only person in the old Austereo building on Greenhill Road. It was a big two storey building made of dark brown bricks, clearly designed for a much larger staff. A lot of it was empty now. It smelt like a holiday house.

    I liked wandering around and looking at all the weird pop culture memorabilia they’d accumulated since launching in 1980 as Adelaide’s first FM station.

    The walls were covered with framed CDs commemorating a sales milestone of some significance and the odd photo of a celebrity. The most prominent item on display was an autographed pair of Mick Molloy’s underpants.

    Down one of the corridors, stacked on the floor against a wall were several plaques that honoured past employees of the month circa 1998. Richard Marsland’s name was on three of them. Awesome.

    In July 2008 I went to Melbourne for a few days with my then girlfriend Jemima. I emailed Richard and asked if he wanted to get lunch while I was in town. He said sure and we met in front of Myer in Bourke Street Mall.

    The first thing he did after we shook hands was apologise for not shaving.

    We found a café down a side street, grabbed a table and talked non-stop for more than 2 hours in minute detail about radio, TV, comedy, writing, panelling and Get This. Jemima understandably got bored about half way through and left us nerds to continue on our own.

    Richard told me how he made his famous Warwick Capper soundboard prank calls in 2001 using actual tape cartridges. Hearing those re-aired on Get This inspired me to make some myself using clips of Dutch-American MMA fighter Bas Rutten. I did it with software though. Much easier.

    I gave him a white T-shirt with iron-on text that read: “David M. Green gave me this shirt.”

    He was extremely generous with his time. He even read a couple of scripts I brought along and gave me some pointers. He paid for lunch too. And he left a nice tip.

    Boy I really wish I recorded that conversation. I’ve forgotten most of it now. But a couple of bits of advice stuck with me.

    He said if you’ve got an idea but you’re having trouble pitching it to the powers at be, sometimes it’s easier to just make it yourself anyway and show them the finished product so they don’t have to use their imagination. That’s easier to do with a radio sketch than a feature film, but still good advice.

    And with regard to following in his footsteps and forging a career as a panel operator and comedian, he said “just enjoy it”.

    We walked back out onto Bourke Street and parted ways near the statues of three thin people. We shook hands three times while exchanging drawn out goodbyes. I had a flight to catch. Richard had to get home and write a sketch about Guitar Hero.

    That was the one and only time I saw him in person.

    A couple of weeks later, I lost my job at SAFM. They replaced the evening panel operators with automation. This was during the period after they’d scrapped the Black Thunders but before they brought them back so there weren’t any other entry level positions for me.

    At the time I was also making sketches for ABC Radio, but thanks to a falling out with a friend, that quickly fell through as well and I was back to square one. I really felt like the rug had been pulled from under me. It was one of the lowest points of my life. In retrospect, I think of it as my quarter life crisis.

    I emailed Richard and told him all about it. He sent a really nice reply.

    “I’m of the opinion that you haven’t really had a career in the Australian media if you haven’t been sacked due to no fault of your own,” he wrote.

    “Look at the long list of talents who have been told to hit the bricks – from Tony to Shaun to Judith to Mick: it’s insane and it makes no sense BUT it does happen and the best thing to do is take it on the chin and keep coming at them.”

    “It’s a funny industry full of revolving doors, so eventually one will open for you, I guarantee it. You just have to keep positive, and stay persistent. Luck is hard work meeting opportunity.”

    “So – don’t let it get you down too much, okay? I won’t lie – I know it sucks, but everything will be DMG before you know it. You just have to get ready.”

    “Speak soon, give me a call anytime! Richard.”

    Soon after that I decided I was going to move to Melbourne.

    Three and a half months later, Richard was gone. Even some of the people closest to him had no idea he suffered from depression.

    His funeral was held at St Ignatius Church in Norwood. It was the first time I’d been to a funeral for someone under the age of about 70 and it was packed.

    A station wagon was parked outside with two people in T-shirts reading “Generic Radio Station” giving out pretty warm icy cold cans of coke and Farmer’s Union Iced Coffee.

    For the previous two weeks I felt shock more than anything. I felt like crying but I didn’t. Then they played ‘The Rainbow Connection’ from The Muppet Movie and I saw Richard’s coffin being carried into the church with Tony as one of the pallbearers. That did it.

    There was laughter too of course. Hearing Richard’s youthful escapades with friends and the pranks he used to pull on his sisters, I couldn’t help but smile.

    Tony Martin delivered a warm tribute. He leaned into the mic and opened with the words: “Normally this is where Richard would be checking the levels”.

    “Richard was on the verge of moving into an area where few people in comedy can move; a kind of comedy where he presented a version of himself which was very vulnerable and very real,” he said.

    “He was a man who was really serious about his work; we have lost that someone on radio, a beautiful person that everyone loved.”

    During the eulogy, I also learned Richard’s first job was a pizza delivery driver. The following week, I saw Brighton Pizza Haven was looking for drivers, so I applied and became one myself.

    I received several emails from Richard’s friends, family, former co-workers and fans – some now living on the other side of the world – who had discovered the phone interview. All of them had their own stories about Richard’s warmth and generosity.

    About six months later, my Radio Adelaide friends and I entered a competition called Semi-Pro Radio. We made the final selection and got to make a one off show on the Triple M network.

    We pre-recorded it at Triple M Adelaide – which was downstairs from SAFM – and managed to sneak upstairs to check out the ‘Richard Marsland Room’ they’d built up there.

    It was more of a nook, but there was a large mural on the wall with a stream of consciousness in scrawling text with references to iced coffee and the word ‘sorry’ about five times in a row. Unmistakably Richard.

    Nothing came of that contest, but I made the move to Melbourne and kept doing community radio and community television too.

    In 2011, I got my second job in radio as a panel operator at Melbourne’s new AM talk station MTR.

    I signed the lease on my first apartment on 29 February 2012 so I could live closer to the studios. Two days later the station went into administration and everyone was sacked.

    Again, Richard’s words of encouragement in that final email helped me through the tough time. As he said, it happens.

    Just a few months later I got another radio job at Crocmedia and in a weird call back to Get This, ended up spending five years panelling AFL broadcasts with Rex Hunt. “How good is this?”

    In 2014 I landed my dream job as a comedy writer for ‘Shaun Micallef’s Mad as Hell’ on ABC TV. I’ve now been there for seven seasons. Coincidentally, Nikki Hamilton-Cornwall is the locations and casting producer. Everyone I’ve met who worked with Richard remembers him fondly.

    I think about Richard a lot. Especially around this time of year.

    There have been many times over the last decade where I would have loved to get his take on some of the more advanced aspects of panelling or writing as I’ve encountered them.

    And I wonder what he would be doing now. All the gags he didn’t get to write and the laughs he never heard. I don’t think he ever really knew how much people loved him.

    Radio comedy combines the most intimate genre on the most intimate medium.

    When I’m back in Adelaide driving around, random bits of Get This pop into my head. It happens subconsciously when I just happen to be where I was when I heard them the first time and I remember how much I laughed.

    Richard’s legacy lives on. ‘Capril’ started as a joke on Get This. It now takes places every April with people wearing capes during everyday activities to promote awareness of mental health and raise money for beyondblue.

    The hashtag #ImRichard routinely trends on Twitter with fans tweeting various obscure Get This references. It’s like the show never ended.

    In fact, you can find all the episodes online with the music and ads cut out. If I had to choose only one radio show to listen to for the rest of my life, that’d be the one.

    Others knew him much better than I did. But for me, Richard was a mentor and inspiration.

    He made me laugh. He showed me someone from Adelaide can achieve great things in the entertainment industry. He helped lift me out of one of the lowest points in my life.

    Even 10 years on, he’s still with me and everyone he touched because in true Richard Marsland style, he’s white-anted into our lives.

    – DMG

  • The 2017th Year

    Well that’s another year. A year of two blog posts. Here’s what I was doing when I wasn’t writing stuff on here:

    In January for the first time I worked at the Australian Open as an audio operator at Rod Laver Arena. It was similar to the panelling I’ve done for radio, but the audio (music, umpire’s microphone, packages on the big screen, etc.) wasn’t for broadcast, but played to the crowd in the stadium. I got to see most of the big night games. It was pretty great.

    Used a different kind of panel too. This one had VU meters on each individual channel, which was quite nifty.

    And living in South Yarra was great. Walked home most nights.

    I was also conveniently positioned to walk to work at my other panelling job at Crocmedia. For the first few months of the year, I walked a couple of k’s east. And then they moved to their new studios in Southbank, so I walked a couple of k’s west.

    I panelled the rebranded “AFL Nation” this year (formerly “AFL Live”), as well as some A-League and the Australian Open (golf). Panelling the golf was my introduction to “Zetta”, which is quickly becoming the new industry standard broadcast software. I do love the old NexGen, but Zetta’s built for the social media age.

    The new studios and offices are state-of-the-art. Big fan of the landscaping.

    Mid-year, I was back writing for the 7th season of Shaun Micallef’s Mad as Hell, which was also one of the last shows made at the ABC’s historic Ripponlea Studios.

    Once again I popped up standing in the background of a few sketches. But this time I also had my first ever speaking role on ABC TV in a sketch about the Bananas in Pajamas turning 25.

    And once again I can’t believe I’m actually doing this with these great people. Show’s back early next year and I get to be part of it all again, this time in the new Melbourne ABC TV studios in Southbank. Can’t wait.

    I continued writing questions for the quiz show I started on last year, and I was a “talent stand-in” for another quiz show on a different network. I don’t think I’m supposed to talk about those because one of them hasn’t aired and the other wants to protect the identity of the question-writers, so… not sure why I even mentioned it, other than to demonstrate to any producers from those shows who periodically check up on me that I can at least partially keep a secret.

    Here are some places I traveled to this year:

    Finally did the Great Ocean Road. London Arch was my favourite.

    Ditto Puffing Billy.

    Celebrated my 30th birthday in Sweden with Annika.

    Had an amazing week on Lord Howe Island with family for my Mum’s 60th birthday.

    Road trip down the Limestone Coast of South Australia to Mount Gambier.

    And made several trips back to Adelaide. Here’s me and my brother Luke. He had a Bond-themed birthday. I’m Max Zorin.

    Speaking of Adelaide, I finally made good on that Adelaide-based web project I mentioned last year (and the year before that… turned out to be more complicated than I thought). Anyway, check out “Good Afternoon Adelaide”. It’s a multi-cam TV chat show from the early 90s.

    Or if you’d prefer a less convenient way of watching, we’re currently in the process of editing x6 half hour episodes, which will air on Channel 44 in Adelaide and C31 Melbourne & Geelong sometime in the first half of 2018.

    I spent October and November writing a new screenplay. This will be my second. Both comedies. Always comedy. The first one is going back in the drawer for a while. Anyway, I’ve found screenplay #2 a lot easier to write – actually planning it first helps, and I guess just practice and all that.

    I was about 85% of the way through the first draft when Annika and I found out our landlord wanted to sell the house we were living in, so we had to move at short notice. That basically consumed our entire lives until we found somewhere and moved everything in. I don’t mind the packing and moving part, but the searching and the applying and competing with other people and the not knowing – that’s the stressful part. It was the sixth time I’ve moved house in eight years. Renting in Australia kinda sucks. Hopefully the next place we move to is one we own.

    But we got it done. We found a unit in Malvern that’s about the same size and a tad cheaper, but it has an air conditioner AND a dishwasher. It’s already changed our lives. So we moved in and handed back the keys to the old place and literally the next day, I was driving to Adelaide for the Christmas break.

    Every time I’ve come back to Adelaide, Katie the family dog has been there to greet me. We’ve had her since 2005. This time, I was shocked at how thin she was. It was like she was a puppy again. She hadn’t been well for a couple of weeks. Turned out it was cancer. She couldn’t eat and it was clear she was in pain. We made the difficult decision to put her down on December 18. I’m glad I could be there with Mum when the vet came to the house, but it was very sad.

    I’ve never felt so attached to a dog. Katie was my favourite. She had so much character. Not too many cardigan corgis around here so she always turned heads where ever she went. She had some problems with her hips when she was a puppy, so she had this funny wriggling way of walking. She was always the top dog. Even when she went to doggy daycare with 30 other dogs, some of which were quadruple her size, she was the boss of all of them.

    She loved food, attention, lying under a curtain or up against a wall and would go nuts if you bounced a tennis ball. She never truly grasped the concept of fetch. Or possibly she did, but it was beneath her. Thanks Mum for getting her 12 years ago. She’s been a great part of our lives and I will miss her.

    But on a lighter note on the final day of 2017, pleased to announce that Annika and I are now engaged. Surprise!

    A bigly year indeed. Hope yours was too and all the best for an even biglier 2018. It will be the bigliest.

    – DMG

  • 8 things I learned from my first comedy festival show

    The Melbourne International Comedy Festival wrapped up its 30th year late last month. A significant achievement for live comedy in Australia. Although perhaps less impressive these days, with all this “30 is the new 20” kind of talk. Still, it was especially significant for me as it was where I chose to perform my first festival show.

    David M. Green performing "Fan Club" at MICF, 27 March 2016

    It was a great experience. An emotional roller coaster at times, but I’m certainly glad I did it. Here are some things I learned.

    1. Having a festival pass is awesome

    As this was my first festival as a participant, it was also my first festival with a coveted “festival pass”. Having one of those beauties gets you into 95% of the shows at the festival for free (unless the show is sold out). It’s an expensive time of year to have so many comedian friends, and in previous years I could usually only afford to see 5 or so shows. This year I saw 15. They were:

    Emily Tresidder – Crazy Is
    Ryan Coffey – Beat
    Dave Warneke – Facty Fact vs. The Audience
    John Dore – Revolving Dore
    Rhys Nicholson – Bona Fide
    Alasdair Tremblay-Birchall – Oh Hey Guys
    Peter Jones – This Show May Be Recorded For Quality Purposes
    Lisa-Skye – Spiders Wearing Party Hats
    Guy Montgomery – Guy Montcomedy
    Yianni – The Simpsons Taught Me Everything I Know
    James Masters – The King of Humility
    Andy Matthews & Matt Stewart – Logistical Nightmare
    Andy Matthews – Plenty
    Nic Spunde – Asexual Healing
    Jay Morrissey & Danielle Walker – Illuminati Karate Party

    Every one of them made me laugh. Some more than others, as you would expect. I’ll spare you the minor details as I’m not in the review game any more (they usually result in me being fired from a television show or an awkward conversation years later, so I’ll leave the reviews to the actual reviewers).

    Column-based MICF posters on Swanston Street, 7 April 2016

    2. Poster politics

    You know comedy festival has come around again when you start seeing posters of funny people pop up around town. Their placement is the sort of thing you only notice in passing, until you’re tasked with actually putting up some yourself. There are a couple of companies you can pay to put up your posters, but I wanted to keep costs down, so I put all mine up personally. Great way to promote your show. Can’t have a show without a poster. Though you probably could have a poster without a show. Kinda would be a waste of time however.

    I had the most success with shop windows on and around Smith Street and Brunswick Street. To my delight, I found that most owners/managers were more than happy to let you put up a poster in their window. Obviously you ask first. I learned pretty quickly not to waste my time with chain stores. They’ve got franchise agreements that prevent them from thinking independently or God forbid, engaging with the community.

    Not everyone was up for it, and it was quite funny hearing some of the lazy, nonsensical excuses. People telling me with a straight face they have a “no posters policy”, while standing in front of a dozen posters for other comedy festival shows. Or the guy behind an unnamed bar on Gertrude Street who told me he could only display a poster for a comedy show that wasn’t taking place in Melbourne: “I don’t promote rival venues. If your show was in Ballarat, that’d be different.” Great, I’ll make sure to go back there when I want to advertise a gig that’s happening at least 100km away. At least he was open to the idea of offering SOME help. Provided his help is in no way helpful.

    My favourite was the juice bar on Degraves Street in the city. On the wall I saw a comedian’s decaying poster from 2014! It was about 3PM, no other customers, and the guy working there was emptying an entire can of Mortein across every square inch of the place. I asked if I could update his two year old poster with a fresh one. “No mate, we’re closed.” “It’ll just take a second. I’ve got my own blu-tac?” “We’re closed.”

    The lifespan of a poster also varies wildly. I reckon some of the ones I put up had been torn down or postered over within a couple of hours. Others lasted the whole festival. The one on the brick wall outside PBS is still there, despite all the thunderstorms. And unless that juice bar gets shut down by the health department, I expect I’ll see that 2014 poster turn 3.

    Posters on the MICF info booth outside Melbourne Town Hall, 24 March 2016

    3. Flyering is fun

    Can’t do a comedy show without a flyer. It’s like a poster people can hold in their hand and pretend to look at. I spent a few evenings outside the Town Hall and around Smith Street in Collingwood handing out flyers. I was dreading this, but actually, it was pretty fun. I often stood next to the info booth, where one of my posters was conveniently positioned about eye height just on the edge (below the air conditioner). I’d wear the same clothes I was wearing on the poster and just stand there and point to it when people made eye contact with me. Made a lot of people smile. I figure if that was the end of the transaction, that’s better than nothing.

    Was surprisingly tiring though. I think it was all the smiling. I was quite selective with who I approached (mainly because of the small number of flyers I had printed – I had to go for quality flyering, not quantity). So I only talked to people who looked like they wanted me to. Most either politely declined or politely took one. Some people stopped for a little chat, and asked me questions about the show, or about my experiences. A few people recognised me from my various audio-visual capers, either explicitly or in the “you look familiar” way. One lady came up and asked me if I was Josh Earl. I instinctively said no. I’m kicking myself now I didn’t say yes.

    There was really only one nut I encountered. He stopped and chatted for a very long time, far longer than anyone else. After about 5 minutes, I’d pretty much said all I could, and it was at a time between shows where a lot of people were wandering around outside the Town Hall. I wanted to get to some of them while I could. But this guy sticks to me like glue, and keeps with the small talk and the jokes (“Feel free to use that in your show” etc.).

    So I say to him, “Well it’s been great chatting, but I really have to hand out the rest of these flyers”. He comes up with an idea to “help” promote my show, and proceeds to start tearing down another comedian’s poster from the wall of the info booth. “Quick, give me some of your flyers. I’ll put them up here!” I clutch my flyers tightly to my chest. “Uh… I don’t think the comedy festival is going to like that.” “Na seriously, come on. I’ll put your flyers up here and everyone will see them!” I start to slowly back away. “Yeah… you know I reckon it’ll be more effective if I actually hand them to people.” “Come on, don’t be an arsehole. Gimme the flyers.” “Yeah… I’ve really got to go. Great to meet you. Hopefully see ya tonight.” “Fuck you man! Fuck you!”

    Kinda happy he didn’t show up to my show later that evening.

    Outside Melbourne Town Hall during MICF, 4 April 2016

    4. PR was surprisingly hard

    As it was my first festival, I didn’t bother putting any money into PR beyond a few bucks to boost some Facebook posts. I didn’t buy any print media spots. Figured I wanted a more low key (and low cost) debut. Also, with that journalism degree and years of media experience and contacts, I figured I could manage to get a little something on my own, maybe a community radio interview or a review from a blog.

    Actually, no I couldn’t. I vastly underestimated how competitive it would be. Hence hilariously, I had a media night with no media. But any disappointment in the back of my mind was overshadowed by the fact it just reinforced my opening gag:

    “The first rule of Fan Club is… you do NOT talk about Fan Club. I must say the Australian media is doing an exceptional job of following this rule. You open any newspaper in the country, you will not see this show, or my name, mentioned. At all. In hindsight, maybe not the best PR strategy, but too late now. Something to get right next year.”

    So no reviews, for better or worse. Did get some lovely tweets though.

    5. The stress

    The first festival show was always going to be stressful. It’s stressful for every comedian. Even seasoned veterans. One thing’s for sure: there is no better laxative than knowing you’re performing stand-up comedy that evening. Or maybe that’s just me? I’m just a regular guy. Possibly too regular.

    Actually though the nerves always peaked just before walking out on stage. Once I’m up there, it’s fine. It’s the waiting to go on that’s the worst.

    And something else I experienced for the first time was a strange cartoonish rash on the palms of my hands. It would always appear after a show as a bunch of spots on either my left or right palm. It was either one or the other, never both. And it would always be gone by the next morning. Could be stress. Could be an allergy to one of the metals in the microphone. Possibly some combination of the two. I don’t know. Funny though.

    Mr Hands

    Glad it’s over and I’ve got my evenings back again. For now. If anything, doing the festival this year reminded me of the importance of taking time out to relax and recharge.

    6. Playing to small audiences can actually be great

    Preparing for this 50 minute show, I started going to open mic nights again. Typical audience numbers range from maybe 15-30. Occasionally, it’d get up to 40 or 50. That’s a nice crowd to perform to. Most people I talk to reckon the more people in the audience, the scarier it is for the performer. Personally, I find smaller audiences much more intimidating.

    A small audience creates a completely different dynamic. It’s less like performing to a crowd and more like performing for individuals. And my festival show gave me the chance to perform to some of the smallest and largest audiences of my career thus far.

    Some nights, I was performing to 2 people. A couple of them were actually really good. Those 2 people were really into it, and it made for a much more intimate show (obviously). Another night, there were 3 in the audience: A woman from Germany, a woman from Thailand and a guy from Adelaide who was in the year above me in high school who I happened to spot while flyering one night. Needless to say, some of the gags with local references didn’t go so well. So I had to change a few things on the fly, which made things interesting. Had a drink with them afterwards and they seemed to enjoy it (who really knows though, right?).

    One of the other 2-person audience nights was made a bit difficult by one of those 2 people being a jerk who was essentially behaving like a human Twitter feed throughout the show. That was about as challenging as it got for me. Was glad to get to the end of that one.

    During the festival, I did a couple of 7-minute guest spots with other comics doing the same. One at Boney and one at Toff in Town. Those crowds were something like 80-100, and I got some great laughs. It’s nice when you do the same material to a decent sized audience and are suddenly reminded that the jokes are actually funny.

    7. Ad-libbing is great

    Having a 50 minute show with a script to fall back on means you can afford to go off on a tangent if the opportunity arises. And often, the funniest things in the show are the unexpected reactions from people in the audience. Plus at times I got a bit sick of doing the same gags the exact same way. So it was great to try slightly different variations on bits and on occasion, just ad-lib something and not think about the consequences. I wouldn’t ever do that at an open mic night because I’ve usually got something very specific to try out and you only get 5 minutes up there.

    I went on some very fun tangents this festival. Sometimes, it’s the best thing you can do at the time. Just go with it.

    8. Comic comradery

    Tony Martin once told me Melbourne is home to the world’s bitchiest comedy scene. That may be true. Well, I mean, it’s true that he told me.

    But I reckon there’s a quiet respect between all comedians doing a comedy festival show. Everyone’s in the same boat. Everyone’s show is on at the same time. Everyone’s vying to sell tickets. Everyone’s swimming in debt before they’ve even started. Everyone wants to get a good review. Flyering around the Town Hall, I’d occasionally make eye contact with a fellow comic and exchange a nod of recognition or a handshake. You’re never alone.

    This was the first time I’ve ever felt part of the scene and it’s great. Sure there’s a bit of bitchiness. Everyone wants more gigs and we all wish we thought of that hilarious killer line instead. But there’s also support, laughter and friendship.

    There’s also Dean Watson:

    David M. Green & Dean Watson after the final Fan Club, 17 April 2016

    Thanks Dean for manning the door and sitting through my show 8 times. Thanks also to Antonio Cafasso for his superb graphics and Alexis Kotlowy for the fabulous midi tunes. To Michael and all the staff at Caz Reitop’s Dirty Secrets in Collingwood. And everyone who came along.

    I’m not sure if I’ll do another festival show next year. To be honest, I think my heart is still in TV, web and radio-based comedy (10 years today since my first time on radio, by the way!). But I’m sure I’ll do another one some day.

    That little voice in the back of my head won’t let me stay off that stage for long.

    – David M. Green