So it is with bright eyes this young morning welcomes our
glassy eyes with lids half-cast. With the others having
discovered the joys of unearthliness, the van again contained
just three of us: Wesley, Justin and myself.
With spirits level and a shining sun we were again watching
the scenery blur to the distorted soundtrack care of our
piece-of-crap stereo. Evidently my over-eager earthliness
was more easily detected than before, and came from my fasting
pocket. A good start to the day had very rapidly turned
into a very crap start. The problem with learning from experience
is that you take the test before you take the lesson...
...And not very surprisingly it eventually began raining...an
old friend for most of our drives south. A good pizza lifted
my mood as only a good pizza can (country take-away shops,
I believe, come in two varieties: very good or very bad).
I fell asleep for most of the remaining duration in a backseat
bed contraption which made me feel like I was being airlifted
into a helicopter by one of those stretchers with lots of
It seems to take as long to get from Sydney to Melbourne
as it does to get from Melbourne to where we want to be
in Melbourne. This isn't helped by our lack of time to get
there. We eventually get to the Esplanade Hotel, St Kilda.
We are playing the Gershwin room both nights, and it wins
me over in an instant, with its old charm and glitter-gold
Melbourne, too, has won me over. I love it and I don't know
why. I do not understand Melbourne. It seems, to me, confusing
and chaotic. And relaxed. Maybe I love it because I don't
understand it. I wonder: is our reaction to foreignness
learnt, or are we born with it?
Both shows are very enjoyable, the second being especially
so for all involved. Our rock endings are running away with
themselves and Saturdays' almost escaped. This was the last
show for us on this tour, and a white christmas, courtesy
of our surprise industry-type guest, gave it all a celebratory
feel. This being just the beginning, the night moved on
and at one point saw Richie and I hunt down our missing
key, Matlock-style, from some seedy depths. Revelling in
our detective prowess, we rejoined our posse, whose ranks
had somehow been bolstered by an unknown Englishman. Who
talked a lot of rubbish. And the night's finale involved
a select few witnessing an extremely rare occurrence, involving
me, and...oh I've said too much already...
I don't understand Melbourne, but it seduces me nonetheless.