ObituaryStreaking through clubs. Facial STD infections from middle-aged fuck buddies. Fred from Alaska afraid of the aliens. The Caveman giving advice about drugs a dozen times in a row. The sounds of bong-inhalation and testicle-slapping. And oh so many drunk, stoned, moronic, incoherent, insane, beautiful, breathtaking rants… Citzenship, citizenship, citizenship… What type of freak stays up till Sunday am? 17,000 listeners do, apparently. All good things must end, but why so soon? Even this website came too late. A year's worth of carnie glory lost to the ether. And the future of carnying looks ominous -- Dave will take fewer calls, calls will be screened, and 6pm-10pm is far too early to get properly monted. It began (I think) around the start of 2005. It was a tribute to the human mind in all its unnatural states of consciousness. And at 6am on Sunday 4 December 2005, to the haunting refrain of "Fuck forever" (your mum's fucked forever), the Graveyard Shift passed into history. May it never rest in peace.
Saturday 17 December 2005. I originally wrote the above after the last graveyard Graveyard Shift, but the
very first caller the following Saturday was drunk and stoned and asked Dave if he wanted a root, and then
Bill from Bommo gets up and makes his legendary 18-minute debut. Had to choke on my words. 6pm is not
too early to get monted. The freaks come out as soon as the sun sets, and they'll flock to Dave like
moths. The circus is in safe hands. The Shift is better than before. Carnie on, people!
Saturday 19 January 2008. 5 seconds of Anne. Cock Rock 'o Clock. Callers giggling. What sort of abnormal person stays home each Saturday evening? Quite a few listeners do, apparently. Oh well everything must end. At least no more screened calls. It started (I guess) around early 2006. It was a tribute to the Graveyard Shift which itself was a tribute to the human mind in all its unnatural states of consciousness. And at 9pm on Saturday 19 January 2008, to the ominous tune of "Hungry Like the Wolf" (And I'm hungry like the wolf), Saturday Nights and Pirate Radio passed into antiquity. While it will be shame to lose Dave on Saturday nights, something good is going to come out of this, I can feel it.
Saturday 26 January 2008. It's a miracle. The unthinkable has happened. Carnies everywhere can rejoice. The Graveyard Shift has been resurrected. From tonight or technically tomorrow morning Dave will again be presenting The Graveyard Shift. Hallelujah!
From the former Graveyard ShiftThere's mutual masturbation, orgies, bestiality, rock stoner girls, STDs from older women, lesbian dogs, and random people in the background yelling out "He loves the cock", etc.... The Shift doesn't really lend itself to extracts (it has to be experienced first-hand), but here's a smattering of quotes: ***** 13 Nov 2005 2:50:39pm (Daytime shift)
***** 06 Nov 2005 2:39:05am (Chris and Declan filling in)
***** 23 Oct 2005 4:26:08am
***** 23 Oct 2005 2:54:20am
***** 02 Oct 2005 4:43:20am
02 Oct 2005 4:14:13am
02 Oct 2005 2:13:37am
02 Oct 2005 1:19:09am
***** 25 Sep: Caveman talks in stunning circles. 25 Sep 2005 5:05:01am
***** 18 Sep: Fred from Alaska hides in her closet afraid of the aliens. ***** 4 Sep: Some guy can't find his beak (???). Last he saw it it was travelling across the Harbour Bridge. Keeps on talking about how he needs his beak. ***** 14 Aug: Show with Alexandra Nicholas from Fiend Magazine. Monted guy talks about being dead and going down a river in a burning boat and being arrested by the police. Caveman talks about the trouble not being over till John Howard stops touching John Bush's dick. 14 Aug 2005 2:36:16am
***** This was the first Shift when Dave posted on the forum, though he occasionally reads without posting: From: graveyard dave
From: graveyard dave
***** Whenever the show started: "Sunday Morning 1-6am
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