Michael Gray Griffith & Cafe Locked Out

KULTURE My Freedom Tribe It's time To be Proud Of Ourselves and our Kulture.

New music, new art. Our art.

We believe that this is the way forward. Reaching peoples heart and souls through the great healing power of her Art.

Cafe Locked Out is now also on the search for Free Artists.

We especially want Art inspired by the turbulent Covid Years. We want to see if your art can help us make sense of our new world, help us find who we are now as Australian’s and where we are going.

Basically, we believe that the tsunami of Covid washed away our country’s identity, and now we are searching through the rubble for who we are, for we also believe, that upon our new identity, a deeper, more resilient and nourishing Kulture will blossom. So spread the word. CLO is after new Songs, poems, art, including AI art and Memes, short films, novels etc, etc. If you can’t meet us on the road please send your art to [email protected]

Next year we plan to take some of these acts on the road as a part of a new show.

So stay tuned.

Café Locked Out Founder Michael Gray Griffith

I don’t recall the moment when I realised our freedoms were being removed. My initial response was to start shooting rants, not that I had any answers, just concerns. Then, because the covid narrative, driven by fear, kept emerging like a fog that made the truth hard to see, I started going to protests. At my first city protest I was accepted into a river of unmasked people who, as they shook my hand and patted my back, and said good on you brother, made me tear up. It felt like I’d joined a group of likeminded refugees fleeing tyranny. This was Bourke Street, Melbourne. When we peacefully turned a corner we were met by a wall of police and to my horror I learned about pepper spray. Later in the day, outside Flinders Street station I witnessed the police bringing out gel guns, but to us they looked like real rifles. They were going to shoot us?

This was the moment that Matt Lawson, who took it for granted as he approached the police line that Melbourne police wouldn’t fire at protesters, was point blank shot in the stomach. A wound he still suffers from and will do for the rest of his life. I saw The Real Rukshan getting pepper sprayed, and then I too ended up walking up Elizabeth street with my eyes on fire. Blind, I was laughing, because I knew the police were coming and while I could barely process what was happening, I knew I was utterly helpless.

Then a woman asked me if I was ok and as I couldn’t see, she pulled me aside where a group of young people, who I also couldn’t see, poured milk into my eyes and all over my face. And I knew, as they tended to me that these young people were the defenders of decency and the Australian Spirit.   

Following this I made a statement, once I heard that NSW was segregating theatre audiences, that my theatre company, The Wolves, would never perform to segregated audiences. Not now, not ever.

That afternoon, pissed off, I set up a facebook page called Café Locked Down, which went on to become Café Locked Out. This page was just for me to try, in my small private way, to defend free speech. But to my surprise the page was well received. For a while I worked with another artist Damien Richardson, and then I ended up in Canberra for twenty-two days, before circumnavigating Australia, interviewing people everywhere, and realising that I was becoming a historian for I was capturing the stories that the main stream media and the politicians were trying to erase through silence.

In fact the long journey often felt like we were travelling through a broken heart.

Now I am back in Melbourne and still committed to defending our freedoms, I am spearheading four endeavours.

1: Taking documentaries of the trip to country towns. Starting with Bendigo.

2. Taking The No Goat Show (An Audience Interactive, Free Speech Show) to theatres. The first of these was a sell-out.

3. CLO Mornings, hosting an online talkback show three days a week, but soon moving to five.

5. We have set up CLO.social which is a facebook alternative, where you can post freely without fear of being banned. Basically, a free speech safe site.

And I need financial help to keep going.

Patreon suggest I create tiers, where each tier allows the recipient something others can’t access. I can’t do this. All I can offer is my gratitude and my promise to keep fighting as I have been doing.

If you would like to support me, here is the link.

Regards Michael Gray Griffith 

Café Locked Out Founder Michael Gray Griffith

I don’t recall the moment when I realised our freedoms were being removed. My initial response was to start shooting rants, not that I had any answers, just concerns. Then, because the covid narrative, driven by fear, kept emerging like a fog that made the truth hard to see, I started going to protests. At my first city protest I was accepted into a river of unmasked people who, as they shook my hand and patted my back, and said good on you brother, made me tear up. It felt like I’d joined a group of likeminded refugees fleeing tyranny. This was Bourke Street, Melbourne. When we peacefully turned a corner we were met by a wall of police and to my horror I learned about pepper spray. Later in the day, outside Flinders Street station I witnessed the police bringing out gel guns, but to us they looked like real rifles. They were going to shoot us?

This was the moment that Matt Lawson, who took it for granted as he approached the police line that Melbourne police wouldn’t fire at protesters, was point blank shot in the stomach. A wound he still suffers from and will do for the rest of his life. I saw The Real Rukshan getting pepper sprayed, and then I too ended up walking up Elizabeth street with my eyes on fire. Blind, I was laughing, because I knew the police were coming and while I could barely process what was happening, I knew I was utterly helpless.

Then a woman asked me if I was ok and as I couldn’t see, she pulled me aside where a group of young people, who I also couldn’t see, poured milk into my eyes and all over my face. And I knew, as they tended to me that these young people were the defenders of decency and the Australian Spirit.   

Following this I made a statement, once I heard that NSW was segregating theatre audiences, that my theatre company, The Wolves, would never perform to segregated audiences. Not now, not ever.

That afternoon, pissed off, I set up a facebook page called Café Locked Down, which went on to become Café Locked Out. This page was just for me to try, in my small private way, to defend free speech. But to my surprise the page was well received. For a while I worked with another artist Damien Richardson, and then I ended up in Canberra for twenty-two days, before circumnavigating Australia, interviewing people everywhere, and realising that I was becoming a historian for I was capturing the stories that the main stream media and the politicians were trying to erase through silence.

In fact the long journey often felt like we were travelling through a broken heart.

Now I am back in Melbourne and still committed to defending our freedoms, I am spearheading four endeavours.

1: Taking documentaries of the trip to country towns. Starting with Bendigo.

2. Taking The No Goat Show (An Audience Interactive, Free Speech Show) to theatres. The first of these was a sell-out.

3. CLO Mornings, hosting an online talkback show three days a week, but soon moving to five.

5. We have set up CLO.social which is a facebook alternative, where you can post freely without fear of being banned. Basically, a free speech safe site.

And I need financial help to keep going.

Patreon suggest I create tiers, where each tier allows the recipient something others can’t access. I can’t do this. All I can offer is my gratitude and my promise to keep fighting as I have been doing.

If you would like to support me, here is the link.

Regards Michael Gray Griffith 

Café Locked Out Founder Michael Gray Griffith

I don’t recall the moment when I realised our freedoms were being removed. My initial response was to start shooting rants, not that I had any answers, just concerns. Then, because the covid narrative, driven by fear, kept emerging like a fog that made the truth hard to see, I started going to protests. At my first city protest I was accepted into a river of unmasked people who, as they shook my hand and patted my back, and said good on you brother, made me tear up. It felt like I’d joined a group of likeminded refugees fleeing tyranny. This was Bourke Street, Melbourne. When we peacefully turned a corner we were met by a wall of police and to my horror I learned about pepper spray. Later in the day, outside Flinders Street station I witnessed the police bringing out gel guns, but to us they looked like real rifles. They were going to shoot us?

This was the moment that Matt Lawson, who took it for granted as he approached the police line that Melbourne police wouldn’t fire at protesters, was point blank shot in the stomach. A wound he still suffers from and will do for the rest of his life. I saw The Real Rukshan getting pepper sprayed, and then I too ended up walking up Elizabeth street with my eyes on fire. Blind, I was laughing, because I knew the police were coming and while I could barely process what was happening, I knew I was utterly helpless.

Then a woman asked me if I was ok and as I couldn’t see, she pulled me aside where a group of young people, who I also couldn’t see, poured milk into my eyes and all over my face. And I knew, as they tended to me that these young people were the defenders of decency and the Australian Spirit.   

Following this I made a statement, once I heard that NSW was segregating theatre audiences, that my theatre company, The Wolves, would never perform to segregated audiences. Not now, not ever.

That afternoon, pissed off, I set up a facebook page called Café Locked Down, which went on to become Café Locked Out. This page was just for me to try, in my small private way, to defend free speech. But to my surprise the page was well received. For a while I worked with another artist Damien Richardson, and then I ended up in Canberra for twenty-two days, before circumnavigating Australia, interviewing people everywhere, and realising that I was becoming a historian for I was capturing the stories that the main stream media and the politicians were trying to erase through silence.

In fact the long journey often felt like we were travelling through a broken heart.

Now I am back in Melbourne and still committed to defending our freedoms, I am spearheading four endeavours.

1: Taking documentaries of the trip to country towns. Starting with Bendigo.

2. Taking The No Goat Show (An Audience Interactive, Free Speech Show) to theatres. The first of these was a sell-out.

3. CLO Mornings, hosting an online talkback show three days a week, but soon moving to five.

5. We have set up CLO.social which is a facebook alternative, where you can post freely without fear of being banned. Basically, a free speech safe site.

And I need financial help to keep going.

Patreon suggest I create tiers, where each tier allows the recipient something others can’t access. I can’t do this. All I can offer is my gratitude and my promise to keep fighting as I have been doing.

If you would like to support me, here is the link.

Regards Michael Gray Griffith 

Café Locked Out Founder Michael Gray Griffith

I don’t recall the moment when I realised our freedoms were being removed. My initial response was to start shooting rants, not that I had any answers, just concerns. Then, because the covid narrative, driven by fear, kept emerging like a fog that made the truth hard to see, I started going to protests. At my first city protest I was accepted into a river of unmasked people who, as they shook my hand and patted my back, and said good on you brother, made me tear up. It felt like I’d joined a group of likeminded refugees fleeing tyranny. This was Bourke Street, Melbourne. When we peacefully turned a corner we were met by a wall of police and to my horror I learned about pepper spray. Later in the day, outside Flinders Street station I witnessed the police bringing out gel guns, but to us they looked like real rifles. They were going to shoot us?

This was the moment that Matt Lawson, who took it for granted as he approached the police line that Melbourne police wouldn’t fire at protesters, was point blank shot in the stomach. A wound he still suffers from and will do for the rest of his life. I saw The Real Rukshan getting pepper sprayed, and then I too ended up walking up Elizabeth street with my eyes on fire. Blind, I was laughing, because I knew the police were coming and while I could barely process what was happening, I knew I was utterly helpless.

Then a woman asked me if I was ok and as I couldn’t see, she pulled me aside where a group of young people, who I also couldn’t see, poured milk into my eyes and all over my face. And I knew, as they tended to me that these young people were the defenders of decency and the Australian Spirit.   

Following this I made a statement, once I heard that NSW was segregating theatre audiences, that my theatre company, The Wolves, would never perform to segregated audiences. Not now, not ever.

That afternoon, pissed off, I set up a facebook page called Café Locked Down, which went on to become Café Locked Out. This page was just for me to try, in my small private way, to defend free speech. But to my surprise the page was well received. For a while I worked with another artist Damien Richardson, and then I ended up in Canberra for twenty-two days, before circumnavigating Australia, interviewing people everywhere, and realising that I was becoming a historian for I was capturing the stories that the main stream media and the politicians were trying to erase through silence.

In fact the long journey often felt like we were travelling through a broken heart.

Now I am back in Melbourne and still committed to defending our freedoms, I am spearheading four endeavours.

1: Taking documentaries of the trip to country towns. Starting with Bendigo.

2. Taking The No Goat Show (An Audience Interactive, Free Speech Show) to theatres. The first of these was a sell-out.

3. CLO Mornings, hosting an online talkback show three days a week, but soon moving to five.

5. We have set up CLO.social which is a facebook alternative, where you can post freely without fear of being banned. Basically, a free speech safe site.

And I need financial help to keep going.

Patreon suggest I create tiers, where each tier allows the recipient something others can’t access. I can’t do this. All I can offer is my gratitude and my promise to keep fighting as I have been doing.

If you would like to support me, here is the link.

Regards Michael Gray Griffith