this is about 8 months too late, i dont care im sure you dont
care. we've been back for a while now
as im sure you've all seen the pictures of Paul post
reconstructive face surgery, lets iron out a few things.. after our
set Jamie Green (who's not one of our favourite Dunedin scenesters,
these guys are
) saw that Paul was being mauled by the crowd of
topless women and in a quick snap decision JG had no choice but to
out. everyone knows that the best place from harm is a place of
height..while trying to put Paul on his shoulders he straight
fucked it up and dropped Paul on his face. and that's how it
happened. couple of people took Paul down to A&E,
not a place you want to be if
you're on drugs. im just saying.
but as everyone's probably
aware there's no love loss between Jamie and Alizarin. shit happens
went to Invercargill the next day, caught up in the van.
played at Louis cafe - a fuckin outstanding venue in Invers. it's
not supposed to be a venue, i dont think it's even allowed to be
but Mana makes it happen. incredible bar staff. toughest thing
about that gig was the crazy crowd, our P.A almost fell on someone,
mics were being pushed over, pedals stood on. it was good.
sucks that paul had a 48 hour booze ban. never heard that man
make so much sense in my life
next day in Riverton was bang on too, played at the
longroom..which is beside the Soundstage there, on the beach. it
was kinda raining but it didnt take long before we were enjoying a
few beers and playing cricket. gig was fat. bugs invented a
cardless way to play Circle of Death.
circle of death
Bluff, shit started to get a bit nuggety - Shipsys friend
Pia had picked up a Jewish tourist who'd come along with her and
ships in their van from Timaru down to Dunedin, all good, then they
offloaded him to us in Invers..so we were stuck with this guy in
our van for a bit..wtf? kinda out of it considering we didnt pick
him up in the first place
to be honest it wouldn't have actually been a problem if he
was a chick in her mid twenties and European/American but it wasnt
the case. so buzzy, he ended up sticking around for like a week,
eating off our rider and sleeping with us in acom an shit. so
i think this is when the shit started to fall to bits.
gig was sweet, it was the start of what would be a
debaucherous end to the tour. i found myself in the tv room of
where we were staying in bluff smoking a doobie, watching BBC news
and finishing off the last bottle of gin they gave me from behind
the bar. this open bar policy is fuckn genius.
BBC news though, haha shit's so depressing
woke up at 10 due to kick out time in a pretty drunken haze,
everyone felt pretty ruggered but it was about this point that we
lost Shipsy as part of the team on tour. blinded by a set of
European cans some would say. not to rat on the guy cos he's
fucking great but from here on out that would almost be the last
time he was there to pack in or out of the gig, think Logan stole
him from her clutches on the morning after the Wanaka gig to help
pack out. yuck - don't bring your girlfriends on the road, kids.
Milford Sound - absolutely incredible place to play, always
has been. the fact that you have to smoke a durry outside to keep
the sand flies at bay just shows you how kickass that place is.
think this was my 4th gig ive played there before, every time they
treat you better and better. the gig was great but the partying
after wards was next level. hours of pool was played, Bugs' an I
got Paul and this amazing Canadian girl in a down-trout, and in the
confusion of whether they were gonna do it or not i left and had a
durry. of course they did it. fuck. it's the rules, for those who
dont know if one team sink all their balls before the opposite team
then they have to take their pants off and walk around the table.
still hate myself to this day for missing it.
Paul's got such a nice butt.
somewhere between being at the bar and sitting on the cd's in
the van, i was told the next day someone found me giggling to
myself on the floor outside the toilets in the hallway of the
accommodation that everyone stays in at about 4am. i was drinking
vodka-gin and tonics you see.
who is paying for this liver transplant im gonna need in the
next 3 years? it was some lady who was eating her lunch the next
morning who told me she found me in the hallway haha..
bugs woke up in my room after apparently locking himself out
of his, he also vomited in my sink and blocked it.. though i dont
remember any of this happening.
we left Elad (jewish hitch-hiker) with Pia and Shipsy and in
turn they left him in a forest
Queenstown - can always go fuck itself. best thing about that
gig was when logan was sleeping later that night some chick went
into his room and offered him a blowjob (to which he turned down)
.you would have too. boss.
Wanaka was treated as the last gig of the tour, it was the
dream gig. acom, munchies and so much booze. we even hired a hooker
bar gave us as much booze as we liked. Logan and i threw
ourselves into the lake at about 3 in the morning to see what it
was like. good enough to do it 4 or 5 more times.
haha.. now i remember..
when bugs an i got back to the accom we wondered around
aimlessly through the building switching off all the lights and
body slamming all the couches. after being wheeled around in one of
for a bit Paul showed up out of fuckn no where
and we ended up joyriding inside the luggage carrier - inside the
elevator for a good while.. think of a fucked up version of those
bugs and i busted people bumping uglies in the handicapped
bathroom too then flicked off the lights.. probably the scariest
thing we couldve done to anyone at that point..but ah well, people
are probably trying to sleep anyway an we're making enough noise as
it is. ...have some courtesy
woke up early the next day and were back home in Dunedin by 2
or so that afternoon.
Feastock happened. shit was next level, less then favorable
* by Sam Valentine in the Volume magazine. pretty sure if
you ask everyone who went to the gig if that review was what it was
like they would screw their face. i think sadly everyones pretty
disappointed by his review
* page 23
did brohammer just not dig it or is he blinded by camp a low
hum? which is a 3 day festival not a gig in a backyard of someones
we played the radio 1 gig with Dear Times Waste and Tom Lark.
that was a pretty cool gig though i think we were a bit too full on
to open the gig..maybe, we had fun anyway. The National is a great
new venue, go there or go play there if you haven't. Bill will suss
you out he's a good sort.
this blogs turned to shit all of a sudden im gonna get outta
here, there's a bit of cool shit happening behind the scenes at the
moment. will mention them when we can
Thank you Radio One for the fun, Feastock and the remaining
venues of the tour for having us.
our next gig is at Circle Jerk 2012
although Paul and i are playing a 2 piece set at Mou next
Wednesday if anyone's keen to come down.