I live in a Grey Space.

Welcome back to hip hop Robyn, if you don’t like it press stop. I knew there was a reason I was fighting Horrorshow for so long.

Righto geniuses what do I do next then. Psshhhhh. Put chopsticks up my nose and bang my head against the desk.. no, no wait I finish putting my makeup on, get back up and go get that jacket I wanted yesterday.

Breakups fucking suck. Especially if its the same motherfucker you’ve been broken up with for longer than you can remember. Since about the time I took my car stereo volume control back. (If I’m driving you have to listen to this bunch of cds I collect). Or you’re walking.

I’ll probably feel better in about 3 more songs. And its going to be so sick when I turn this phone off. I dream about stupid lyrics before I stupid hear them sometimes before they’re written, in the same exact rhythm. More than once.

And I’m fuckin so scared of the next part. But whatever suck a dick I’m better than that. Harajuku whats up.


I dont really like people that much



I thought having Christian here might be difficult because he was the last person to spend time with Kristy and I. Cause the last sunset/full moonrise tour of Perth; writing-lyrics-together-road-trip. And I’ve been ignoring the idea of life after death because it straght up just hurts too much.. but to see Travis light up on his first night made a solid 18 months of fuckin’ shut up and fuck off; worth every second.

She’d be stomping a table, shouting the whole bar everything, skipping between raised surfaces. And I can see her smiling face again. Ecstatic. I know exactly what she would’ve looked like in that moment. Shes gone now and we can’t have her back, because earth’s a bit shit, but we can write and perform and happy dance on that memory like we’re supposed to. I hope her face comes back again. I haven’t seen her laugh since my dream in the Maldives 4 month lock down, which I’m universally grateful for, but something in me, in the left over relationships, in the absolute crater of a life without her in it, some part of my dreamsy while awakesy personality, is super fuckin’ happy, and holding back a river and a half. For as long as humanly possible.

I don’t know what its like to lose a twin sister because mine hates me but I know how it feels to lose a nugwife at the peak of your collaborative existance. Means I sure as shit couldn’t do my own makeup for a while, and if for one second you tell me to get over it, family or not, you can call me back next time you miss anyone or anything you loved half as much.

Anyway there’s heaps of things I’ve not said in relation to “Earth’s a bit shit”. I’m solutions based. If something’s wrong. Fix it. Unless its my spelling. Thats a language of its own.

Brain lit it up

I am so beyond stoked with my entire Japan experience. The ability to just do music things. All day. Every day. I still have to do job things too, but music job things, check and build equipmenty stuff and deal with the shittest cunts, often, or hang out with my laptop and press all the buttons, schedule peoples lives, be on call 24/7 for 3 months straight because were a tight ship now (with not many fun pirates), finding really old amps and things in cupboards and basements, then putting them back together. Shits sick as fuck. There’s a badass record collection up the hill too I haven’t even got my hands on yet. I still only get any production done on my days off. And my lyrics are garbage. And I’m slightly mental. But it’s not a race. Here’s a mix I made while I was half deaf usually after my gigs or trying not to bother my housemates after they laughed at me every time I came home from the studio (yes- real studio).

These write themselves, I’m trying super hard to continue training myself into different methods of dropping knowledge. And I swear alot.

But it’s turned out pretty well so far.





-16 degrees celsius.

So I’m waiting for Katt Williams: Great America to load while I’m laying 3 doonas deep in an abandoned hotel restaurant through a Siberian blizzard, 4 hours North of Tokyo where I reside for the first 2-3 months of the year.

Pretty much just stoked with all the weather and nature things I get to experience since I started wandering. Testing and understanding a connection that isn’t possible until you disconnect from the daily grind. Or at least from other’s expectations of “whats normal”. The most difficult part is living out of a suitcase and having no real safe place to leave my studio, but thats just one little hurdle I’ve become accustomed to through experience. Doesn’t make me any less vulnerable.

Its pretty lonely being the only person that thinks like me and I have to be super creative to keep myself entertained. But weather wise, not long ago- I did get to lay in the middle of a cat 4 cyclone that was only ten km’s off being a cat 5, the eye of the storm was 100km’s wide and experiencing the pressure changes was so incredible, I imagine that’s what Dorothy felt like when the universe threw a cow at her. Or something. The way a whole community had to band together for survival and the willingness of others to help 3 stranded young ladies with their BBQ. Mid storm. And the nerve of some residents becoming mad at washing a baby in a hotel pool. Because we had no water, electricity or phones while our home nearly flooded in 240km winds. It was so cool.

I’ve wandered into two Volcanoes now of varying categories, the first was Agung which meant I was (oh so unfortunately) stuck in Bali and extra week. Leading me into the doctors office to get a prescription for valium (not even half the fun I’ve had exploring the island I love so so so much). We discussed me telling my country to lift the ban on flights please because tourism was becoming quiet. I told him I’d tell the politicians and to enjoy the break because we’ll be back soon. Indonesia’s cool that’s where I meditate, I can listen there if I’m alone, I’m pretty fluent in language and culture, when I’m not concentrating too much. I actually don’t know why I’m writing this but I have faith its for some reason. Merr. So far so good.

The second Volcano was more recently here in Japan, nearby but not even close to the Mountain range we are in. Neither Volcanic eruption was as bad as the media made them out to be, as per usual. Japanese mountains are volcanic as opposed to tectonic in the States. Like Indonesia. So we climb up and slide down them for fun. And try not to set off avalanches. You can read snow like you can read waves. Channel nine actually frightens me whenever I’m in Melbourne. But I do appreciate the way it generates help from a distance. Nobody really checks to see if I’m ok but that’s because I am. I’m like, a full grown adult now, I can do heaps of shit. It’s pretty fuckin sick.

Speaking of Melbourne I watched a bunch of sunsets over a beautiful city thats getting way too big for its boots. But nobody really knows what we’re doing or why we do it, so I’m not going to speak too much about the filthy rich, foreign land I was delivered from. I’m still dumbfounded there. Through experience and just nice manners I have an abundance of opportunity but I’m surrounded by strange people I don’t know, often, so it’s alot of work. I don’t really want to talk about what I’m building or how much I have to give cause it’s pretty unbelievable and I don’t know what I want yet. Seeing as I’m just happy when I can use intention to find shapes in the clouds.

Oh yeah Greece was sick, I don’t really know where to take that yet. It sucks nobody got their postcards. (Revolver) and apologies to the internet that copped a beating, it was awesome to hear how far everyones music has come.

I’m kinda hungry.

People work better when they’re hungry.

Wait I remember what I had to write; (apart from an album) it’s for people who have song titles like “my friends never die”

“occasionally, a sudden terror falls upon man without his being able to see the divine cause, from the fact that the soul forsees misfortune”

I’m reading 5 books, one is a poetry book I read 1000 times over – bosses me around HEAPS, still dawdling through Iyengar’s yoga instructions, Musicophilia (I’ve been reading that for 8 years), Fabric of the Cosmos where Newton and Einstein argue about stuff*, also one by a poet William Howitt and his son. You can find it yourself its really good.

Movies loaded.





Feels like

I’ll finish this later..


Splendour, Falls and Beyond The Vallayyyye


Hakuba (but Iggy)











GI Cottage


St Kilda





Run away with me.

Japan is by far the illest country I have ever played in. The team at Liquid Snow Tours will hook you up with with a bed to suit any budget plus tours of the Mountain Range. A lot of footage that you see in Jeremy Jones’ Further, Deeper, Higher trilogy, Teton Gravity research films, the Travis Rice um quadrilogy? Seen here -> The Fourth Phase – Red Bull Media Trailer; is shot here. It’s nuts. The town is quiet, respectful and authentic, swear the Mountains are alive. I’m just going to post the photos because I could talk for 72 hours about Japan. But yeah, shred all day, DJ all night. Watashi cho baka daka la.


Wanna go shoot some 3’s? Powder Suites, Hakuba Goryu 47, a monster favourite.


Princess Mononoke – the DJ Eddy Special


Couldn’t get much higher


One time Char did a good birthday present. ONE TIME CHAR. Love you.


When you’re in bed eating chocolate but your friends want to party in Tokyo. East Village band play a kind of Rufus folky sound, 3 classical instruments each. Thats 9 instruments and 3 brothers.


Tokyo is so big.


Like massive


So I went to Gonpachi, where kill bill was filmed. Cause that was my favourite movie growing up.


Ordered everything on the menu. Nearly cried like an excited Japanese schoolgirl. Held it together.


Climbed the highest mountain I could find, played in the mess of frozen water at the top. Rolly polly motherfucker.


Made you a present. 


Is that a Jones board?


Stumbled on this scene while I was singing songs and hunting all day for a post office.


This is the Shinkansen speed train that gets you halfway to the mountain range. I built another cubby. They have wifi on the trains, phone chargers and you could set your watch to the arrival time. Its dead silent too. And they have snacks!


In Tokyo there is an entire district dedicated to music, theres a book district too, and a sports district. Somewhere there is a Katana district but they hid it too well for me. I needed a keyboard so I legged it 6 hrs, Barron and I were so hung we passed out on a bus and I politely spewed in the ladies room. 3 times. Don’t tell him. I found my Korgie with only a photo of a map and a rough estimation of which street I may be looking for. No phone reception and no wifi. Didn’t speak Japanese yet either. Nailed it.


The worst season Hakuba had in the last 10 years, plus an El Nino year meant we all lost our mind over a scene like this. My house is 10 steps to the right. The owners daughters named our building Pyongyang (North Korea) due to the lack of heating. Props to kerosene heaters tho. Toast.


Sweet bruise


This broccoli cauliflower hybrid is called a natural mathematical fractal. So we put it in cheese.


The subway is colour coded and most of the train guys speak some english. Its really funny trying to tell them where you want to go. I could leave my purse in the Japanese underground and the furtherest it would go is lost property with all the money in it.


Me mates. Jacks Bar Residents. Trouble with a capital T.


Could not thank Jetpilot enough for clothing me this past however long. Plus the extra instruments they got for my music. Sponsors are probably the greatest thing a solo ratbag could ever receive.


BB gun Sundays at Hakuba Heat. The home team are some JP lads that enjoy dressing in full camo army gear and destroying anyone game enough to compete. It was real life COD. We got bruised, shot in the face, screamed, ran, turned around and unleashed hell.


I gate crashed Barron’s hotel. We snuck me in and somehow wound up on the top floor of the Ritz Carlton Tokyo. It took everything I had not to boost every amenity, I definitely ate all the specially poured, sphere shaped chocolates while he was in the bathroom. Top and tailed like little kids. Woke up literally on the top of the world in my favourite pyjamas next to my retard mate. Beyonce eat your heart out.


Lime Spider. Nuff Said


Myoko with my oldest idiot Adam and his darling fiancee Kaz who updated me on the world’s politics. Got stuck in the pow. Cried a river and made a lot of noise down the last run battling a cramp the size of my whole leg. There’s only one way down. 5 empty runs over 8 hours. Worked.


Fuck it. Buy yourself a massive ring thats the colour of your birthstone. Cause its shiny. Happy Valentines day to me.


Drinking Saki with the Mafia. ‘Convicts NYC’. Look it up.


Chicago Vintage, Harajuku/Shinjuku province Japan.


Some days I blew wads on fondue chocolate and Hattori Hanzo cocktails. Other days I didnt.


Nachos, mulled wine, aching body and decks. GO.


I’m fascinated by what we put in our bodies. This was so far out of my comfort zone.


Everywhere pants


Step one. Don’t be a little bitch.


I drew on my dinner.




Jetpilot and Monster Energy. Go big.


Keeping myself amused

I’m being useless again, eventually I’ll write a blog post about DJing all over the world and studying all the brilliance I can find, until then here’s my smile. You’re welcome ❤

Katt Williams Standup
Priceless 2016

Pimpadelic 2009

Dave Chapelle 2014 – aw fuck


i dont even own a tv…

Tuesday night in bed with chocolate, revisiting old favourites after a beautiful few days 🙂 i’ll just leave these here

Dogtown and Zboys


Gum For My Boat

The Cove (I’ll probably never watch this again, but if you’re reading this- you should)




Pitch Perfect – Yep.





Neverland Orphanage, Paradise

Friday 4.4.14, Boom nightclub, Airlie Beach for LA Entertainment. #blessed


Mysterious mixtape


So dreamy!


Does love a buggy!


Hamilton Island


Ferry tired


Selfie shoot #idiot #shootyaself


Sun salt sand


Drifting away


LA iconic


Bonquiqui and Barry Blurgen


Pants off friday! Breakfast & preworkout




Freeesssshhh picked from a tree


Wine and chocolate


Sippy cup


Its the little things


My favourite!


Bikini lyf


Last azure dip




Hello babies!


Where the jungle meets the sea


One more for good measure, thanks for stopping by

I fucking love my life.


Bagsvdk & rg do Clipsal 500 Adelaide