Monday, February 25, 2008

The Jock Strap

To all of our readers/groupies/minions/stalkers (please circle one), apologies for the lengthy amount of time between blogs. Since the enormity of Woodford we simply haven’t stopped. We’ve been busy rehearsing new material and gigging as well as organising everything ‘album’ (more info coming soon!), plus gearing up for a mini Tassie tour and a *mammoth* Pat’s weekend.
 
Bring it on, I say!
 
Bridge & I have discovered that when the two of us get together to work out new & rearranged material (these duo rehearsal nights are rarities, but both boys happened to be busy), we get it DONE. Straight down to business! At one point we were ticking the seventh song off her list of things to do when we realised exactly how much we had accomplished, and in a very short time period – for once I was actually going to be home, showered and in bed before 10pm. As much as we joked that the boys faff around (particularly Mannie, who is destined to remain Peter Pan forever), they were missed (sort of).
 
I must mention Bridget’s sister here, because I committed an atrocious act in a previous blog and didn’t mention her by name. Poor Georgia has laryngitis, so when I came over I avoided her like she had the plague (which she pretty much did - sorry I treated you like an outcast leper Georgia), but I hope she feels better pronto. Bridge doesn’t seem too concerned about her health (must admit, being the oldest of four I can commiserate with this) – when asked how Georgia was she gave the standard sibling answer, ‘she’ll live’. Get well soon Georgia (4 name mentions – am I back in the good books now?)!
 
Last night we got together to rehearse and catch up after being AWOL for a week. Paul had an excited kid-at-Christmastime look on his face. We all took one look at him and started guessing why:
 
‘You brought coffee!’ – Me (sadly no – he FORGOT!).
‘You have another season of the Gilmore Girls!’ – Bridget (they’re both *huge* fans, much to mine and Mannie’s disgust).
‘You bought me a banjo!’ – Mannie (who lives in hope).
 
Sadly, no was the answer to all of these. Paul ceremoniously opens his guitar case and reveals . . .
 
 . . . a guitar jock strap.
 
I laughed. I couldn’t help it! I discovered it protects the head and strings of the guitar in instances of being battered around while travelling. Well it cracks me up every time I see it, so it does the job in any case J
 
Well until next time, we’re a busy lot, so hopefully I can berate Mannie into writing his third blog of all time (meanwhile I think I’m up to blog #572) and keep everyone updated. We have album news coming veryvery soon – watch this space!

Listening to: 'Heal Me' by Lior

Monday, February 11, 2008

Got Food?

Just a quick one.

Last night we played a gig down in Surfers Paradise, which is an amazing melange of colour, sight, sounds and people. We were packing up the white van, which was parked on the kerb beside the pub, when this very very pissed young man staggered up and tried to buy a kebab from Bridget and Sarah. Of course if 'I wanna kebab' has any peculiar sexual connotations that we're not familiar with, I guess one of you will drop me a note. I dredged the darkest depths of my mind, but I just can't for the life of me think of anything rude about asking for a kebab from 2 women standing by a white van at midnight...

Listening to: 'The Lark Ascending' by Ralph Vaughan Williams.