22-23 May 2009
We had a maniacal week leading up to the beginning of the tour at the corner hotel (really great performance, and resounding success in the way only a sold-out hometown show can be). Rehearsals, more rehearsals, printing t’shirts, chasing albums, culling guest lists and a whole load of running around meant no sleepy for us.We followed that glory with a grubby evening at the torquay hotel which took a turn for the worse when half the band's laptops and iphones were stolen from their rooms while we played. insurance rocks, get yourselves some.
28-30th May 2009
Next stop – ballarat. We battled through peak hour bumper to bumper traffic, high winds, sleet and fog, dodging monster-trucks and leaking transmission fluid to get ourselves there on time. The drive made sane by singing along to Dio's album 'holy diver,' and not having to eat mcdonalds at a truck-stop for once. Road dinner was fat kranskys in rolls that somehow tasted just like pizzas. In reality i doubt they were much better for our sorry bellies, but somehow the novelty seems more refreshing!? I'm waiting for our set sitting backstage now in the half-dark, listening to tamil teach paris' guitarist how to play the violin along to marvin gaye's classic 'what's going on,' as the room fills up. He's getting better...
Show was tight tonight, we nailed a half time/double time beat for an impromptu topic session, where rhyno rapped smashin, elbow, and taco. 'Something to be' feels great @ the moment, probably because of Ivan's amazing ability to pocket the groove like a joey getting back in momma's pouch.
paris and rhyno called at 1am, about to run out of fuel halfway home to melburne. I knew there was a fuel stop along the way so i sent them off in search of their black gold and hoped I wouldn’t have to unpack all my gear to reach the jerry can, as the bass bin i'm using this week is massive.
Friday took us to frankston. Good pizzas, weird show. Saw a scabby, barefoot teen-mum buying subway cookies for her babies dinner.
The end.
