Dust, Drinking, Drivetime and Dearstalking...
Holy crap what a glorious, wild, brilliant week in rock chick land!!!
Following that awesome weekend in the studio was one of the most musically intense weeks of my life. Now I would say that I go to more gigs than the average person. I probably average an international touring act once a month, and probably a local show every fortnight or so, sometimes more. But this last week was ridiculous!! In a good way, of course.
SO. (warning - this is a long one. grab a cuppa & settle in!)
Wednesday: The Dears*
I usually hate going to gigs alone. I would rather go alone than miss out altogether, but seeing a great band by myself is always a bittersweet experience. Sometimes you feel the loneliest in a crowd. And The Dears is kind of a special band for Adam and I (awww...). So I was pleased to find someone to see The Dears with, even if it was someone I didn't know.
Ok I know, explanation required.
Recently I discovered a gorgeous local band on myspace and contacted them to see if they wanted to send me a CD to play on the radio. I got chatting with the frontman via email and I happened to mention I was seeing The Dears and Elbow this week. "Me too!" he said. So he had the crazy idea that he would give me his CD in person rather than by mail. It started to feel like a blind date when he sent me a text saying what he was wearing. But I had a good feeling about Pete and I was right. Turned out we have a mutual friend, a guitarist from my first band, and we are both into a lot of the same music. So as far as people I don't know go, he was an excellent companion for the evening.
After the show, which was great by the way, several members of The Dears came out into the audience and started chatting with people. We just happened to be chatting with the guitarist and bass player when the Prince of Wales bouncers were kicking everyone out of the venue. The two guys from the band were at a loss for what to do now, so I suggested the Espy. To my surprise they said "Ok, we just have to pack up our gear and we'll meet you down there." Excellent!
Pete and I went to the Espy and waited but didn't see any Dears. Finally the pub closed and Pete got in a cab. As I was walking back to my car, I happened to bump into some band members.
"What happened to you guys? I thought you were meeting us at the Espy!"
"We are," the bass player said. "Aren't the others down there?"
"I didn't see them," I said "and now its closed."
Then the bass player told me which hotel they were staying at and said they might be there. Feeling rather like a crazy psycho groupie stalker I hoofed it to the hotel but didn't see any Dears hanging round. Disappointed that I'd gotten so close to hanging out with a cool Canadian band I walked slowly back to my car, sticking my head in any bars still open along the way to see if I could spot them.
***Warning: the following part of the story may portray me as a pathetic teenage groupie stalker. I am embarrassed. But as Adam says, it's all about the story, so here goes...***
On the drive home I thought about how keen they'd seemed to hang out with us. They'd said they were in town till Saturday and didn't really have any plans. Hmm... maybe I could casually hang around their hotel tomorrow till they come out. Stop!!! Way too stalkerish! Then it came to me. A phone message at the hotel.
At somewhere close to 4am my mobile rang. It was them.
So, we made plans to hang out the next day. I was going to show them a local's perspective of Melbourne. I didn't quite know whether this meant I was entertaining them for the whole day, the night or what, but I didn't care. It sounded fun either way!
Then I panicked. What was I going to do with a bunch of rockstars??? I knew who to call though...
"Paris? Ummm... I accidentally volunteered to show The Dears a good time in Melbourne. Help!!"
Paris came through with the goods and at 6pm I met her in the city for our night on the town with rockstars. Our friend Dave was there too - actually I was crashing their night out - and he proceeded to mercilessly tease me about what a teenager I was being and how excited I was. As the night wore on and no Dears materialised, the teasing grew worse. By the time we were onto dinner #2 and drink #... not too sure... I had pretty much given up hope. During dessert my phone rang. It was them. They were just getting ready & leaving the hotel shortly. They would meet us in an hour.
So Dave ate his words and with renewed vigour we cruised through a few more bars. I was quite excited by this stage.
But midnight rolled around and still no Dears. Finally my phone rang. "I don't think we're going to make it. We're all really jetlagged and tired."
Lame.
Disappointed.
We did make plans though to do something the next day instead. Earlier this time. I was to call them at 1pm.
Ok now even I am bored with this story. I know how it ends. So I will stick to the important facts.
I called them at 1. We had a good chat. They are very nice guys. They had to go to a record label thing though so told me to call them at 6 and they'd come out for drinks in the city.
I called them at 6. No answer. Left a message. No response. Went to the nominated bar and waited for them anyway. No Dears. And that was that.
Yep. I know. Anticlimax. Sorry!
But I had little time to dwell on it because by now we were up to...
Friday: Elbow
I LOVE Elbow. They are one of my favouritist bands. Asleep In The Back is one of my favouritist albums. Love.
Pete, the guy who I saw The Dears with, was going to see Elbow as well. He came to the bar in the city and waited for Dears with me and when it was clear they were not coming we caught the tram to the Prince. (All the good bands seem to be playing at the Prince lately. Interesting.)
The Dears had said they might even go see Elbow so who knew, we might still run into them.
ok this is a long post. is anyone still reading??? i'll summarise, i promise!!
Elbow were fucking brilliant!!! I loved The Dears but maybe it was the very very full house or maybe the fun I was having meeting all of Pete's lovely muso friends, or maybe the anticipation of Adam arriving that night and going to Golden Plains on the weekend. Or maybe just the incredible catalogue of Elbow's music. Whatever it was, the show was through the roof!!! I think Newborn was my highlight. What an incredible song. And I must mention local band SubAudible Hum, who opened the night. Elbow is a tough act to open for, but they did an impressive job. Not a great looking band but then again neither are Elbow. Just great musicianship and awesome songs.
One of Pete's mates who I'd just met that night insisted on driving me home after the show and there, waiting for me, was Adam. Yay!!! His hair is long. Well, maybe #4 instead of #2. Still, I haven't seen it that long in... years. It's weird when someone you talk to every day pretty much looks different every time you see them.
The next morning was...
Saturday: Golden Plains
For anyone who doesn't know, Golden Plains is a new festival being held at the site of the Meredith Music Festival (which I think is in its sixteenth year). I got tickets way back in December, way before I knew that it would be the worst possible timing in terms of Adam's work, so many other gigs on, album recording, etc etc. But despite all these annoying things, we were still excited.
We planned to go down pretty early to get a good campsite, but I had agreed to give Paris a lift down so it was obvious things were never really going to go to plan. For starters she booked a legwax to start half an hour before the time I said I'd pick her up (10am).
Anyway we went to the gym & to the supermarket to pick up a few supplies before arriving at her place at 10:30 (late, to allow for the legwax). She was not there. As we stood at her front door a car drove past and beeped and we realised it was her. She rushed inside. "I've just got one more bag to sort out and I'm ready." This is Paris code for "I haven't packed at all, try not to distract me or this could take all day."
So she shoved things in bags and I kept telling Adam to stop talking to her or we'd never get there. I think we left at about 11:30, maybe even later.
The drive down was fun, Paris was a good car companion, and we arrived just as the proceedings were getting underway.
We somehow scored a great campsite and pitched our tent in the beaming sunshine while starting on our two casks of wine (no glass allowed) before it got warm (no esky!). I donned my cowboy hat and we headed down to the Supernatural Ampitheatre for some funness.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. It was gorgeously sunny, the bands were great, our tent neighbours were super fun, Adam and I were heaps excited and the goon was flowing. And the Pink Flamingoes (Meredith's specialty drink) were as good as I remembered. Shooting At Unarmed Men and Ground Components were perfect afternoon festival fodder. As evening fell the plains truly did go golden and I remember thinking this is what life's all about.
At some point after that, things went a bit pear shaped.
During The Drones... or was it Yo La Tengo... I went to the toilet. When I came back, Adam and our little gang was nowhere to be found. A nice guy let me stand on his esky for half an hour yelling "A-dam, Pa-ris, A-lee-sha, Mi-ri-am!" but to no avail. He gave me a beer. I can't drink beer. I had one sip then went up to the campsite to look for the others. No sign of them. Came back to find, surprise surprise, no guy and no esky and definitely no almost-full can of beer. Doh!
Stood by myself for a while before striking up a conversation with a guy standing on his own nearby (or did he strike one up with me?). Ended up chatting to him for the rest of Yo La Tengo and most of The Bellrays. He seemed nice and reasonably entertaining but then it started to get a bit weird. I was telling him about Adam and how I'd lost everyone, he was telling me about his son and his partner, but then saying things which suggested he was trying to pick me up. Hmmm. I got bored of this and started chatting to another guy nearby. He was nice but not very exciting. Dammit where was Adam??? Why was I hanging out with boring/annoying strangers instead of him??
After the Bellrays finished I went back up to the campsite and finally, there they were!! Adam was trashed. I think he had drunk most of a cask by himself. Uh-oh. Even superheroes get hangovers. But for now he was having a super-fun time and I joined in the celebrations. The rest of the night is mostly gone from my memory but I do have a vision of me blowing up the queen sized lilo without the aid of a pump while Adam was passed out on top of it. I spent ages doing it and managed to get it so when we both laid on it we didn't touch the ground - just. Which meant all night whenever anyone moved or rolled over, the other one hit the ground. Which meant my hips & thighs were bruised the next day!!
My bruises were the least of it though - Adam was rather sick and hungover the next day. I was slightly less so. The weather was bleak - overcast, cold and extremely windy. Don't know what happened to our beautiful golden sunshine.
The nicest thing about the morning was waking up to the beautiful sounds of The Sunwrae Ensemble seeping through the walls of the tent and into my subconsciousness, easing me into the day. I wish I could take them home with me and wake up to that every morning. Ok, maybe I'll just buy the CD.
The rest of the morning was spent with me fulfilling my hangover food cravings, Adam trying to fulfill his need not to be around or consume food (only ever happens with a hangover) trying unsuccessfully to avoid the kilos of dust being thrown around by the gusty wind, and many naps in the back of the car.
In the afternoon we ventured down to the ampitheatre to check out Eddy Current Suppression Ring (pretty good but I wasn't really in the mood for dirty garage rock n roll), Gotye (great even with a hangover), Comets on Fire (I really liked them but the others didn't really - maybe the whole stoner rock thing just worked for my hungover state). Fat Freddy's Drop were good at what they do - really deep dub/reggae/soul whatever you want to call it, but in my opinion were misplaced on the bill and played for too long (almost two hours as opposed to most other 50-60 min sets). I think if I'd been stoned it would've been great. But I wasn't. I was trying to stay awake for the Presets and !!! (Chk Chk Chk), and this wasn't helping. As our new friend Miriam pointed out, pills would have been useful, but that's not our thing so we patiently nursed our heads in the Pink Flamingo Bar.
The Presets were great and I suspect !!! were even greater, but I couldn't last the whole set. What I saw was fantastic but we were just over the whole thing and totally exhausted. Time for bed. Adam had to be on a plane at 8am which meant we had to leave the campsite at 5am, so we thought we'd get a few hours sleep at least. The music was so loud and I couldn't stop coughing up the layers of dust lodged in my lungs so we really didn't get much sleep at all. We had lost Paris but she knew we were leaving at 5am and she had to be there. Earplugs and Vapodrops meant I eventually dozed off, but 5:00 came too quickly. Amazingly, Paris was there right on time, and had managed to get a lift home with someone else so took a few of her things and said goodbye. We did the speediest pack up of a campsite in history (in the dark, too!) and were on our way to the airport by 5:20am. The last time I have to say goodbye to Adam at the airport for a LONG time I hope!!!
I arrived home in a bit of a daze, left everything in the car and went to bed. I was shattered. I had totally screwed my voice up, I was filthy, and I went straight to sleep.
After waking up, showering & unpacking the car, I headed to the studio where the boys were mixing the new tracks. Things were sounding good. I added a few keyboard lines in and Mr R said all one song needed was my vocals. "Not today!" I said. My voice sounded like ratshit. Eventually I agreed to put some down just to see how they fit. Mr R loved them! He liked the huskiness. Bonnie Tyler and Stevie Nicks were mentioned. Believe me, I didn't sound like either of those. I sounded like ratshit. Anyway, he worked some magic and the vocals actually sound ok in the mix. You can barely tell I've been coughing for four weeks and inhaling kilos of dust all weekend.
Ok, nearly there, you're doing well! Just one day to go...
Wednesday: Drivetime.
I got the call a week ago to fill in for Incoming, RRR's weekly new Australian releases program. With plenty of warning I had time to gather up some of my favourite local bands' releases and spent the morning putting a show together. It takes freaking ages. I know the pros just go in and wing it, but I wanted to do a good job, so planned the whole show in advance. I think this approach worked pretty well... I got a text from my mum saying "Great interview well done sitting on deck glass of wine listening to my girl on radio what more could i want x x". Clearly no-one has showed her how to do punctuation yet. But a nice message all the same! The interview did go well, we ended up chatting for almost half an hour, and I think the music all flowed fairly well. And I played almost all the bands I'd wanted to. And hopefully didn't say "ahhhh" too much. I've burned the show onto CD to check. It's amazing how hard it is not to say "um" and "ah"!
So that was a pretty good end to my crazy week of music madness. Sorry this isn't in little bite-sized stories like everyone else's blogs - i just haven't had time to fill you in as things happened. So instead a major brain-dump until next time...
Thanks for listening!!
*Too many bands mentioned in this post for hyperlinks. If you are interested you can google them!!
Following that awesome weekend in the studio was one of the most musically intense weeks of my life. Now I would say that I go to more gigs than the average person. I probably average an international touring act once a month, and probably a local show every fortnight or so, sometimes more. But this last week was ridiculous!! In a good way, of course.
SO. (warning - this is a long one. grab a cuppa & settle in!)
Wednesday: The Dears*
I usually hate going to gigs alone. I would rather go alone than miss out altogether, but seeing a great band by myself is always a bittersweet experience. Sometimes you feel the loneliest in a crowd. And The Dears is kind of a special band for Adam and I (awww...). So I was pleased to find someone to see The Dears with, even if it was someone I didn't know.
Ok I know, explanation required.
Recently I discovered a gorgeous local band on myspace and contacted them to see if they wanted to send me a CD to play on the radio. I got chatting with the frontman via email and I happened to mention I was seeing The Dears and Elbow this week. "Me too!" he said. So he had the crazy idea that he would give me his CD in person rather than by mail. It started to feel like a blind date when he sent me a text saying what he was wearing. But I had a good feeling about Pete and I was right. Turned out we have a mutual friend, a guitarist from my first band, and we are both into a lot of the same music. So as far as people I don't know go, he was an excellent companion for the evening.
After the show, which was great by the way, several members of The Dears came out into the audience and started chatting with people. We just happened to be chatting with the guitarist and bass player when the Prince of Wales bouncers were kicking everyone out of the venue. The two guys from the band were at a loss for what to do now, so I suggested the Espy. To my surprise they said "Ok, we just have to pack up our gear and we'll meet you down there." Excellent!
Pete and I went to the Espy and waited but didn't see any Dears. Finally the pub closed and Pete got in a cab. As I was walking back to my car, I happened to bump into some band members.
"What happened to you guys? I thought you were meeting us at the Espy!"
"We are," the bass player said. "Aren't the others down there?"
"I didn't see them," I said "and now its closed."
Then the bass player told me which hotel they were staying at and said they might be there. Feeling rather like a crazy psycho groupie stalker I hoofed it to the hotel but didn't see any Dears hanging round. Disappointed that I'd gotten so close to hanging out with a cool Canadian band I walked slowly back to my car, sticking my head in any bars still open along the way to see if I could spot them.
***Warning: the following part of the story may portray me as a pathetic teenage groupie stalker. I am embarrassed. But as Adam says, it's all about the story, so here goes...***
On the drive home I thought about how keen they'd seemed to hang out with us. They'd said they were in town till Saturday and didn't really have any plans. Hmm... maybe I could casually hang around their hotel tomorrow till they come out. Stop!!! Way too stalkerish! Then it came to me. A phone message at the hotel.
At somewhere close to 4am my mobile rang. It was them.
So, we made plans to hang out the next day. I was going to show them a local's perspective of Melbourne. I didn't quite know whether this meant I was entertaining them for the whole day, the night or what, but I didn't care. It sounded fun either way!
Then I panicked. What was I going to do with a bunch of rockstars??? I knew who to call though...
"Paris? Ummm... I accidentally volunteered to show The Dears a good time in Melbourne. Help!!"
Paris came through with the goods and at 6pm I met her in the city for our night on the town with rockstars. Our friend Dave was there too - actually I was crashing their night out - and he proceeded to mercilessly tease me about what a teenager I was being and how excited I was. As the night wore on and no Dears materialised, the teasing grew worse. By the time we were onto dinner #2 and drink #... not too sure... I had pretty much given up hope. During dessert my phone rang. It was them. They were just getting ready & leaving the hotel shortly. They would meet us in an hour.
So Dave ate his words and with renewed vigour we cruised through a few more bars. I was quite excited by this stage.
But midnight rolled around and still no Dears. Finally my phone rang. "I don't think we're going to make it. We're all really jetlagged and tired."
Lame.
Disappointed.
We did make plans though to do something the next day instead. Earlier this time. I was to call them at 1pm.
Ok now even I am bored with this story. I know how it ends. So I will stick to the important facts.
I called them at 1. We had a good chat. They are very nice guys. They had to go to a record label thing though so told me to call them at 6 and they'd come out for drinks in the city.
I called them at 6. No answer. Left a message. No response. Went to the nominated bar and waited for them anyway. No Dears. And that was that.
Yep. I know. Anticlimax. Sorry!
But I had little time to dwell on it because by now we were up to...
Friday: Elbow
I LOVE Elbow. They are one of my favouritist bands. Asleep In The Back is one of my favouritist albums. Love.
Pete, the guy who I saw The Dears with, was going to see Elbow as well. He came to the bar in the city and waited for Dears with me and when it was clear they were not coming we caught the tram to the Prince. (All the good bands seem to be playing at the Prince lately. Interesting.)
The Dears had said they might even go see Elbow so who knew, we might still run into them.
ok this is a long post. is anyone still reading??? i'll summarise, i promise!!
Elbow were fucking brilliant!!! I loved The Dears but maybe it was the very very full house or maybe the fun I was having meeting all of Pete's lovely muso friends, or maybe the anticipation of Adam arriving that night and going to Golden Plains on the weekend. Or maybe just the incredible catalogue of Elbow's music. Whatever it was, the show was through the roof!!! I think Newborn was my highlight. What an incredible song. And I must mention local band SubAudible Hum, who opened the night. Elbow is a tough act to open for, but they did an impressive job. Not a great looking band but then again neither are Elbow. Just great musicianship and awesome songs.
One of Pete's mates who I'd just met that night insisted on driving me home after the show and there, waiting for me, was Adam. Yay!!! His hair is long. Well, maybe #4 instead of #2. Still, I haven't seen it that long in... years. It's weird when someone you talk to every day pretty much looks different every time you see them.
The next morning was...
Saturday: Golden Plains
For anyone who doesn't know, Golden Plains is a new festival being held at the site of the Meredith Music Festival (which I think is in its sixteenth year). I got tickets way back in December, way before I knew that it would be the worst possible timing in terms of Adam's work, so many other gigs on, album recording, etc etc. But despite all these annoying things, we were still excited.
We planned to go down pretty early to get a good campsite, but I had agreed to give Paris a lift down so it was obvious things were never really going to go to plan. For starters she booked a legwax to start half an hour before the time I said I'd pick her up (10am).
Anyway we went to the gym & to the supermarket to pick up a few supplies before arriving at her place at 10:30 (late, to allow for the legwax). She was not there. As we stood at her front door a car drove past and beeped and we realised it was her. She rushed inside. "I've just got one more bag to sort out and I'm ready." This is Paris code for "I haven't packed at all, try not to distract me or this could take all day."
So she shoved things in bags and I kept telling Adam to stop talking to her or we'd never get there. I think we left at about 11:30, maybe even later.
The drive down was fun, Paris was a good car companion, and we arrived just as the proceedings were getting underway.
We somehow scored a great campsite and pitched our tent in the beaming sunshine while starting on our two casks of wine (no glass allowed) before it got warm (no esky!). I donned my cowboy hat and we headed down to the Supernatural Ampitheatre for some funness.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. It was gorgeously sunny, the bands were great, our tent neighbours were super fun, Adam and I were heaps excited and the goon was flowing. And the Pink Flamingoes (Meredith's specialty drink) were as good as I remembered. Shooting At Unarmed Men and Ground Components were perfect afternoon festival fodder. As evening fell the plains truly did go golden and I remember thinking this is what life's all about.
At some point after that, things went a bit pear shaped.
During The Drones... or was it Yo La Tengo... I went to the toilet. When I came back, Adam and our little gang was nowhere to be found. A nice guy let me stand on his esky for half an hour yelling "A-dam, Pa-ris, A-lee-sha, Mi-ri-am!" but to no avail. He gave me a beer. I can't drink beer. I had one sip then went up to the campsite to look for the others. No sign of them. Came back to find, surprise surprise, no guy and no esky and definitely no almost-full can of beer. Doh!
Stood by myself for a while before striking up a conversation with a guy standing on his own nearby (or did he strike one up with me?). Ended up chatting to him for the rest of Yo La Tengo and most of The Bellrays. He seemed nice and reasonably entertaining but then it started to get a bit weird. I was telling him about Adam and how I'd lost everyone, he was telling me about his son and his partner, but then saying things which suggested he was trying to pick me up. Hmmm. I got bored of this and started chatting to another guy nearby. He was nice but not very exciting. Dammit where was Adam??? Why was I hanging out with boring/annoying strangers instead of him??
After the Bellrays finished I went back up to the campsite and finally, there they were!! Adam was trashed. I think he had drunk most of a cask by himself. Uh-oh. Even superheroes get hangovers. But for now he was having a super-fun time and I joined in the celebrations. The rest of the night is mostly gone from my memory but I do have a vision of me blowing up the queen sized lilo without the aid of a pump while Adam was passed out on top of it. I spent ages doing it and managed to get it so when we both laid on it we didn't touch the ground - just. Which meant all night whenever anyone moved or rolled over, the other one hit the ground. Which meant my hips & thighs were bruised the next day!!
My bruises were the least of it though - Adam was rather sick and hungover the next day. I was slightly less so. The weather was bleak - overcast, cold and extremely windy. Don't know what happened to our beautiful golden sunshine.
The nicest thing about the morning was waking up to the beautiful sounds of The Sunwrae Ensemble seeping through the walls of the tent and into my subconsciousness, easing me into the day. I wish I could take them home with me and wake up to that every morning. Ok, maybe I'll just buy the CD.
The rest of the morning was spent with me fulfilling my hangover food cravings, Adam trying to fulfill his need not to be around or consume food (only ever happens with a hangover) trying unsuccessfully to avoid the kilos of dust being thrown around by the gusty wind, and many naps in the back of the car.
In the afternoon we ventured down to the ampitheatre to check out Eddy Current Suppression Ring (pretty good but I wasn't really in the mood for dirty garage rock n roll), Gotye (great even with a hangover), Comets on Fire (I really liked them but the others didn't really - maybe the whole stoner rock thing just worked for my hungover state). Fat Freddy's Drop were good at what they do - really deep dub/reggae/soul whatever you want to call it, but in my opinion were misplaced on the bill and played for too long (almost two hours as opposed to most other 50-60 min sets). I think if I'd been stoned it would've been great. But I wasn't. I was trying to stay awake for the Presets and !!! (Chk Chk Chk), and this wasn't helping. As our new friend Miriam pointed out, pills would have been useful, but that's not our thing so we patiently nursed our heads in the Pink Flamingo Bar.
The Presets were great and I suspect !!! were even greater, but I couldn't last the whole set. What I saw was fantastic but we were just over the whole thing and totally exhausted. Time for bed. Adam had to be on a plane at 8am which meant we had to leave the campsite at 5am, so we thought we'd get a few hours sleep at least. The music was so loud and I couldn't stop coughing up the layers of dust lodged in my lungs so we really didn't get much sleep at all. We had lost Paris but she knew we were leaving at 5am and she had to be there. Earplugs and Vapodrops meant I eventually dozed off, but 5:00 came too quickly. Amazingly, Paris was there right on time, and had managed to get a lift home with someone else so took a few of her things and said goodbye. We did the speediest pack up of a campsite in history (in the dark, too!) and were on our way to the airport by 5:20am. The last time I have to say goodbye to Adam at the airport for a LONG time I hope!!!
I arrived home in a bit of a daze, left everything in the car and went to bed. I was shattered. I had totally screwed my voice up, I was filthy, and I went straight to sleep.
After waking up, showering & unpacking the car, I headed to the studio where the boys were mixing the new tracks. Things were sounding good. I added a few keyboard lines in and Mr R said all one song needed was my vocals. "Not today!" I said. My voice sounded like ratshit. Eventually I agreed to put some down just to see how they fit. Mr R loved them! He liked the huskiness. Bonnie Tyler and Stevie Nicks were mentioned. Believe me, I didn't sound like either of those. I sounded like ratshit. Anyway, he worked some magic and the vocals actually sound ok in the mix. You can barely tell I've been coughing for four weeks and inhaling kilos of dust all weekend.
Ok, nearly there, you're doing well! Just one day to go...
Wednesday: Drivetime.
I got the call a week ago to fill in for Incoming, RRR's weekly new Australian releases program. With plenty of warning I had time to gather up some of my favourite local bands' releases and spent the morning putting a show together. It takes freaking ages. I know the pros just go in and wing it, but I wanted to do a good job, so planned the whole show in advance. I think this approach worked pretty well... I got a text from my mum saying "Great interview well done sitting on deck glass of wine listening to my girl on radio what more could i want x x". Clearly no-one has showed her how to do punctuation yet. But a nice message all the same! The interview did go well, we ended up chatting for almost half an hour, and I think the music all flowed fairly well. And I played almost all the bands I'd wanted to. And hopefully didn't say "ahhhh" too much. I've burned the show onto CD to check. It's amazing how hard it is not to say "um" and "ah"!
So that was a pretty good end to my crazy week of music madness. Sorry this isn't in little bite-sized stories like everyone else's blogs - i just haven't had time to fill you in as things happened. So instead a major brain-dump until next time...
Thanks for listening!!
*Too many bands mentioned in this post for hyperlinks. If you are interested you can google them!!
posted by Aussie Rock Chick at 10:36 PM
7 Comments:
I saw Fat Freddy Drop at WOMAD. They sort of fit in there. But I like there music so what can I say.
They played 5 songs in 1 hour, how cool is that.
Music to sit back and relax to, great for a hot Saturday afternoon.
I walked past The Prince of Wales when I was in Melbourne, and noticed the awesome line up they seemed to have!
So much stuff to comment on... I'll just leave it at sounds like an awesome time, barring the hangovers!
Hey! Can't believe I didn't bump into yas a GP... My story memory of events was fairly similar to yours, just as buggered on the Sunday, gotta remember to get the day off work before the festival so I'm not so stuffed next time. I'll email you a link to some photos.
sounds like a freakin' awesome time :) And it's only gonna get better cos you're coming to BRISBANE this weekend! woo!
I can't wait to stay sober enough this weekend to enjoy what I'm sure would be a fun drunk adam haha
Whoa dudette! you werent kidding about the long post!
I just realised how awesome and cool and trendy you are and how NOT awesome and cool and trendy I am - we are going to have absolutely nothing to talk about on saturday (unless we are just pointing at adam and laughing heh)
What a weekend and a half! Why oh why do we need sleep? It just gets in the way of a good time.
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