Its been a busy couple of weeks. Most of it is a bit of blur of driving, mcdonalds, driving, shippin' steel, and cheap hotels, but somewhere in between we managed to support the Wagons at the Annandale, make it up north to QLD, play in the loading dock of a burger joint in Toowoomba and a pretty damn decent gig in the pretty damn indecent Valley.
Adelaide cemented itself as one our favourite cities, full of cheap froffies, pretty girls, and one very special Kirk Special, who took us on a tour of the city's abandoned buildings. Hanging out with suspected meth addicts on the rooftop of an abandoned bank is something you don't forget in a a hurry. Grace Emily, we love you and your inane decorations. Dr Tims - back, back to the hell from whence you spawned.
Seriously though, Dr Tims - what the fuck? I am currently staring at a can of this hellish conconction sitting on my mantle, silently cawing like a triumphant raven child. Apparently intended to be a canned version of Cooper's Pale Ale, it instead masquerades as a medical professional's approved tipple, all the while tasting of watered down vomit passed through the catheter of a dying alcoholic's last gasp. Only given out to bands for free at the Grace, FREEEEEEE!!!!
This Friday we return for a second time to East Maitland's Grand Junction Hotel, a finer establishment in the Hunter region we've yet to encounter, followed by Saturday night at the View Factory in Newcastle. Saturday Night, already old, walking into Sunday and I find we're playing at Luna Park's Come Together festival, in the coveted 3:45pm slot, or something like that. Hope to see you there, and thanks to all the lovely people who've come to say g'day at the gigs in the last few weeks. You make all the time spent in close proximity slowly
driving each other mad all worthwhile.