FRIDAY 30/8/02 - Driving to Brisbane
At least the hideous hour of the beginning of my day had
been set back so that now it was just a silly hour. Silly
enough to make me very tired.
We took, on Wesley's request, whatever road it is that takes
us up the non-coast way to Brisbane. I've never had anything
against winter. In fact, I've often been known to proclaim
my fondness for it (partly because I have sympathy for it:
it seems like everyone involved is more cruel to winter
than they really should be). Today, though, it is quite
warm. And more than ever, I think everything feels better
when its warm. I can't wait for the warmer weather. Nearing
the end of winter, it seems like there is no end. And this
winter has been relatively mild. How did I ever get through
the cold ones?
It is also very dry out here: all the creeks are dried up
and the dams are all but empty. It looks and feels like
the people are being defeated.
Writing in the car makes your hand feel like a seismograph.
We played the band game on the way up, and it was an exhausting
episode. It went for five or more hours, and for the first
time, not only did I not get out first, but I was triumphantly
As usual we were running late, and so didn't have time for
a soundcheck. Regardless, our show was great tonight, all
the right elements combining to make it equally good for
the crowd and for us.
SATURDAY 31/8/02 - Brisbane to Byron
The weather up here is great, and it's making me pine
for summer down south to get out of bed. Unfortunately all
non-band members got to gallivant around all day. Ben, Jamie
and I spent all day in a rehearsal studio, auditioning drummers.
None of which were quite right. It's a very exhausting procedure,
especially when this leg is a little bit of a whirlwind
leg. This took most of the day, and so by the time we got
to Byron we had just enough time to catch some zeds or get
some dinner before beginning to gear up for the show. Gearing
up began quite early for some of us tonight...
I was suspicious, some years ago, that (not quite) every
time I walked into an organisation's building, I made the
computers crash. A number of times, as I walked into the
building, their computers went down. Jamie had a radio interview
with a Byron Bay radio station this evening. Halfway through
the interview the transmitter for the whole radio station
had a melt down, and the interview promptly ended...
The show tonight was almost typical. Well, almost typical
up to the point where Jamie gets smashed on the head with
Right at the beginning of our set, I had decided I would
not be playing it nice and cool and tight tonight to a few
people in a big empty-ish room with lots of space, and that
instead I would have a bit of fun jumping around etcetera.
Ben, I believe, made the same decision as I did, and while
was not the tightest we've ever played, it could be described
as deliciously raucous. We did play an encore, "I Put A
Spell On You", and in the heat of the emotion of the moment,
Ben threw his guitar over his head, and it was due to sail
entirely across the stage and into the far wall. Instead,
Ben was standing on the cord, and when the guitar was exactly
over Jamie's head, the cord pulled taught, and the guitar
plummeted weightily and struck Jamie square on the top of
SUNDAY 1/9/02 - Byron to Sydney
One of the best outcomes of the drive back to Sydney (apart
from it getting us back to Sydney) was that we made up names
we would use if we were in the State Emergency Service (this
discussion commenced because we saw some SES volunteers
at one of our stops). Were we wrestlers, I believe these
names would be equally appropriate. I was 'Viper', Jamie
was 'The King', and Ben was (no his own choice) 'Mr Poopy