Thursday heralded the unofficial start of summer. It may be this Thursday that summer actually commences, but for me summer starts when the bands come out to play, and last Thursday night we headed to melb to see two of my fave Australian bands - You am I and Cold Chisel. I had done a crazy trip to Warrnambool the day before for work and dragged myself out of bed at 6 am to be on the road by 7 and back to Ballarat for work on Thursday. A trip down to Melbourne and I was feeling alert, but slightly alarmed - how long before I hit the wall of tiredness? A quick catch up with Ben at the mitre tavern (thanks for the free beer and pizza Ben!) and then I asked Ben if he would escort me from the premises in front of a bunch of suits - I've never been thrown out of a pub and thought it might be good to see what it was like...
I had shamefully signed up for the 'Cold Chisel fan club' (clearly I'm not so ashamed if I'm happy to admit it on here) which meant that I got presale tickets and ended up with seats that were only 10 rows from the stage or as Rohan described it 'close enough for mossy to sweat on us', that wouldn't be difficult, however, as the man is a ball of sweat. Bizarrely he seems to sweat more than Rohan and who thought that would be physically possible? (are you reading this Woody? I'm not lying and Rohan agrees!). The tickets said that the gig was at 7.30 pm and I figured this was so that Jimmy and co could grab their zimmerframes and get an early night (and after my one beer at the pub I was feeling like the early night was a very good idea). You am I hit the stage about 8 with timmy rogers looking quite the anorexic messiah in his all white outfit. By nine Chisel was on stage and I felt strangely at home - it was like being in the lady bay circa early 1990 - bogans as far as the eye could see and everyone singing khe sanh. It was a great gig - there was a whole lot of love in the room, mostly from grown men hugging each other with delight, but the boys on stage were in fine form. The beautiful don walker (and this may be the only time I use the word beautiful to describe don) was magic on the rinkytink and can that man write a quality lyric. We wandered back to the car through the gardens and I was glad to say that I'd seen a classic aussie band and I couldn't wait for the weekend when I was going to soak up the atmosphere at queenscliff and see my favourite band of all time - The Triffids! I ended up soaking that's for sure.....
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