Evolution (My Lover’s Bones)

An Aboriginal man stumbles down a city laneway, pursued by an ancient, malevolent force. As he runs, he can feel the creature’s eyes burning through him – but is he fleeing from the fiend itself, or from the monster he fears he might become? Brown Cab Productions

This visceral theatre piece is an adaptation of a text by Cameron Costello developed by director Margaret Harvey. I was able to perform with Kirk in the first showing of the work at Wominjeka Festival 2012. However, by the time it was re presented in 2014 I had a 20 day old baby, so the work was without ‘the elusive woman’. This audio is the pre show music and gives a sense of the show.

The use of electronic sound to convincingly portray vast natural landscapes is inspired and otherworldly when permeated with the sound of a human voice.  Suzanne Sandow

Kirk Page and Anna Liebzeit, 2012

Kirk Page and Anna Liebzeit, Hunted – Creative Development Stage One presentation: Jan 2013, Footscray Community Arts Centre.


Photo by Deryck McAlpin

Ice (first known version)

Those who’ve seen my performances over the years might be familiar with the ‘rock song’ Ice. Well, look what I found. This is the original version, an improvisation with an out of tune acoustic guitar some random fella gave me. Recorded with one mic balancing on a large wooden desk in Preston when I was in my 20’s this captures the time I was in. Bless that young one giving it a Go.

Facing the freeze

In 1982 Flock of Seagulls released I ran (so far away). Whenever I heard the song as an adult I felt a dis-ease and could not be around it. Sounds and smells can trigger associations and these can be carried for a long time, embedded in a cellular memory, good and bad. Recently, I decided to face my fear and cover the song. Why? Well, I had a genuine sense that I would be alright. The experiment worked, the dis-ease I once felt is not there any more.


Mighty mountain river

When I visit where my dad lived on Taungurung Country I sit at the river and relax. This song, an improvisation made at the river and recorded again about an hour later with a guitar,  was made during a recent visit. A large ghost gum held me close to the water that day, and an eagle flew overhead. Grief is like love.