Mike, Robbo and Daryl send Chrissy greetings all the way from
Alice Springs! (Thanks to Dave for taking the
Memo Club Alice Springs Wed. 7.12.11
no town like Alice..
9.12.11 - The Giants' Stuart
Wood got in touch a little while ago wondering if Spectrum
would like to play at Alice Springs. The Giants had worked
at the Memo Club and Stuart had got together with Andrea Sullivan
and Dave Douglas and suggested a few other bands they might
like to book - and one of the bands he suggested was Spectrum.
We'd worked at Stuart's restaurant in Launceston a couple
of times and got on famously with Stuart and his guitarist
Mark Greig, so I had no hesitation in accepting the offer.
It was a flying visit, so I'd set the alarm for 6.00. As usual
I'd woken early (at 4.00) and so was reconciled to a frayed
day. The flight's nearly three hours so I was looking forward
to catching up reading Dave Graney's 1001 Australian Nights
if nothing else - and I did finally finish it just before
we landed back in Melbourne.
We were met at the airport by Dave Douglas and the Memo Club's
manager, Andrea Sullivan and driven straight to the club,
where we were shown around and had a very nice lunch. Dave
then took us for a guided tour around the town. Dave could
make a career as a tour guide, but he's very much the successful
self-made business man with aspirations to some sort of political
office; whether it be mayor of Alice Springs or premier of
a newly created state of Central Australia he can't quite
We sound checked and ate and then performed to a thankfully
full house - there'd been some concern about the audience
before we arrived, but perhaps a couple of late radio interviews
turned the tide. In any case, it all seemed to go very well,
and the sponsors, Elders, were positively thrilled with the
way it all went.
After the show we went back to Andrea's place and Bill had
four glasses of wine (!) and I smoked a cigar (!!). Andrea
rang Stu, who sadly was in hospital getting over the worst
effects of DVT (deep vein thrombosis), and told him how well
the night had gone. She passed the phone to me and I persuaded
him to give the room his Angry Anderson impression - which
he gamely did, even though he sounded like shit.
The next morning Dave took us back to Andrea's and we were
treated to a fine breakfast of bacon and eggs. We signed the
ambo door (it's a long story) and then Andrea and Dave dropped
us off at the airport, where we discovered our flight had
(naturally) been delayed for more than an hour. It was a bumpy
flight home too - just another reason to remember our trip
to the Alice.
Andrea and Dave - and all the Memo crew for that matter -
made us feel very welcome in Alice Springs. I've got a feeling
that we'll be back there again one day..
A town called Alice. Actually, there's no way you can capture
it on a little digital camera, but there it is anyway..
The lads have a play in Dave's Melbourne fire engine 3) Robbo
revisits the old days and signs.. a poster..