It was a dead-set, facial-hair bonanza at Bar
Broadway last Friday night.
Haven’t seen Niki since my birthday so I was keen
to catch up.
We arrived at the tail-end of the 4 Bolt
set.
I’ve seen them before. I can’t remember where.
The singer has really pretty eyes, but I find their
music a little ‘safe’.
It wasn’t long to wait before the
aural-assault-by-guitar that was Mother Mars. Ultimately my favourite band of
the night – and not because they slipped me a CD!
I tire easily when I hear people talk of
‘derivative’ music. You know. Wolfmother was crap because “their songs are
all derivative” of the early greats of guitar rock. Well guess what? Most
music is derivative. Any band that can be placed in a musical genre is
derivative – post 70’s punk, rockabilly, jazz, blues, ska, reggae, glam rock,
folk. Its all derivative now. So, my point is, Mother Mars churned out some
awesome guitar rock, reminiscent of late 60’s psycadelia – and I loved it!
I went in search of mustacas. The best I found was
not belonging to a band member, but Pete, in the audience.
Now there’s a man who knows style.
That’s what I call the Biggles moustache (though,
strangely, I have never found any evidence of Biggles sporting any kind of
mo).
Intermission had us playing stick. I think I won.
Did I win, Niki? I can’t remember. I just love to play.
Headliner for the evening was the band that had
been blessed with the Northern-Rivers-region-handsome sheen, Fort. They
rocked out nicely, and I absolutely loved the chain mike-stand!
I
really like that photo.
I recommend opening it in a new tab to have a proper look.
When I was still at school,
my sister worked for the boss of Luna Park.
I got to go there every
weekend.
Go on all the rides for free.
Then they started having gigs
there. I seemed to think, in all my school dagginess, that this gave me a carte
blanche to jump up on stage and boogie with the band where and when I deemed
appropriate – as often as possible.
All I can say is, I’m glad I
grew out of that – for the moment, at least.
This bloke didn’t….
Love this pic, too.
Ok. I’m not slagging off my
bargain camera here… I am so grateful I have it (Okay Patti!).
But… I just want to say how
I think it’s funny that whenever I take out this little digital instamatic (ie.
not my ‘old workhorse’ SLR), these young blokes come up, asking me whom I’m
taking pictures for. Like I’m some paparrazo who will make them famous! Then
they hang around. Thinking that maybe the time spent near me will make me want
to photograph them for……. um…. this blog?
Little do they realise, they
are missing that magic ingredient which will guarantee them a pic.
Not like Pete.. I had to ask
him for the photograph.
I caught the bus home.
eeew
The moon was big when I got
there.
This has to be the one time
my orange stucco actually looks OK
Some cropping of photos has occurred in this
re-post from my previous blog. For those who
are super-keen, a right-click on the image
to view it in a new tab will show the full size.
Apologies.
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