My First Gig in Sydney

So I'm sitting here by myself, on a drum riser on the stage of a venue in Sydney. The room is empty, there's an hour before the doors open. We've just sound checked and the girls have popped off to get changed. I have a cold beer, hot lights on my face and the smell of garlic prawns and old tobacco in my nose. The foldback speakers are humming with the ghosts of a thousand past concerts. My fingers and legs are tingling, as they always do before a gig.

We've no idea if they'll be ten or two hundred here tonight and I'm missing Mannie, my partner in pre-gig bullshit.

Damn I love my job.

Paul

Sent by iPhone from somewhere in Sydney's Inner East...