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Day 4 - The death of a close friend |
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Its 12:47 am after the gig and we're all driving to Adelaide to play Indyfest we should get there by nine. This is quite possibly the most rockiest thing (if you follow) that we have ever done; to drive all night, straight after a gig in Melbourne, to Adelaide, only to play a few hours after we get there. Alright man, rock this, rock that, rock loves ya, rock loves me, rock is saving our planet, rock is here to stay so get down and dirty with your distortion pedals turned to just over 5 baby.
7:34 am and I'm sleeping in the back seat. The car speeds through thick fog — fog as far as you can see, its so thick we can't even see the road were on. Just as suddenly as a unexpected crazy mugger down a back street in Tasmania, the van slowly but surely slowed to a halt, demanding reprimand for the 500000000 ks we’ve drilled into it the past year and a half. With the fog settling and disappearing we found ourselves fifty k's out of a town called Talems Bend. The scene was set, the lines were drawn, the car was dead, we were cold, and had to be on stage in a couple of hours. We decided to take only the essential guitars and heads; lucky for us our friend James was driving with us. I can remember it all so clearly, all of us standing around in a semi-circle in front of the now growing cold dead body of the car we'd all killed a little, trying to work out what to take, Rodo absolutely refusing to leave his 800 CD's behind, trying to stuff as much in James car as we could. Richard ringing up tow-truck places at eight am. trying to explain our predicament. It was awful in every awful way awful could be. The cold morning laughing its head off at us, with Rod shoving whole raw lemons in his mouth for our entertainment. So let me put this in a nut shell: Jamie, Me, Rodo, Richard, James and Peter from Perth are all stuffed in James little family car and we are speeding towards Adelaide, towards the beginning of the end, towards our last gig ever, after completing this gig there’s nothing else left to do or to experience, after this gig I'd say Richo will probably stay here in Adelaide and become a well respected record manager. He'll go on to sign a whole lot of really successful country acts, then after several failed marriages Richard will retire a happy (well rounded) old man, with mansions in L.A, London, Paris, Egypt, and of course Lugarno. Jamie on the other hand will not become a successful leader in any company or corporation if you want to catch up with Hasto in say.....4 years all you'll have to do is head down to Broadway Mc Donald’s and Jamie will be there seven to eleven every day, all smiles, flipp'n fresh paddies. What will I be doing? Well the only person who can see that far in to the future is the paddy boy himself, Jamie Hasto Hucho Hastings:
So day four gig four of this preposterous tour that will be remembered always as the tour that took our trusty (not really) tour van from us leaving us with a huge hole in our hearts only to be filled with amazingly fast, comfortable hire cars. Oh why, Oh why has this deplorable situation happened to us, give us back that what which was ours, contumacious as we are from the bad things in life, anachronisticism is our reward.(please check your thesaurus's for the explanation of the afore mentioned disquisition. Day 4 - Indy Fest 400, Adelaide Uni
The set today was
...and last but not least was Requiem for the holden which of course was dedicated to Richo's famous van, the van that took Bluebottle to new heights, and extreme lows, the van that saw bluebottle crash and burn at crash and burn, the van that witnessed the bluies head straight for the number one position on the charts only to be forced off by the new hit single of the week by 'butt scuzz'. Ciao old trusty van we knew you well, old 'Bongo' no one will miss you more than Richo, Please a minute silence - Requiem for BONGO.....amen. So Richo is staying in Adelaide just like I told you and Jamie, Rod, Peter and I are hiring a car and driving back to Sydney. God only knows if we'll ever see Richard again. At the moment all we want is bed but were all staying up till mid-night to see the Dirty Three. So if you were at Indy fest and you were watching The Dirty Three you may have noticed five youngish guys standing huddled together like pathetic lost sheep, white skinned, red eyed, and messy hair. Well that was the Bluebottle collective.
Five seasoned travellers suffering from sleep depravation, after four days we feel like this, I honestly don't know how we pull off three weeks of it. Four days touring to me always feels like four weeks, I bet I’m gonna age really badly when I'm thirty I'll look like I'm a hundred: Keith Richards. The dirty three were awesome but had to finish early due to other bands playing over time all day. After the gig we all caught a taxi back to the place we were staying in Adelaide called 'Paradise' I swear we are actually staying in a place called 'Paradise', and collapsed in our beds. The last thing I saw was Richo trying unsuccessfully to climb into bed, with a crash my eye lids made more noise closing than Richo did falling. |
