down to the start of the month
The Eltham crowd demands more
hot dance songs
Sat . 27.2.16 Champs' Cool Rockin' Daddies at the
Sun. 28.2.16 Champs' Cool Rockin' Daddies at the
St Andrews pub
turns side-man for Champs' gigs
29.2.16 - I didn't know quite
what to make of it when Greg Champion first mooted
the idea, but I went along to a rehearsal at his
place with henchman Wayne Duncan in attendance and
it seemed harmless enough. Another refresher on
Saturday night and we were hurtling to Eltham in
convoy for my initiation as guitar-sub in the Cool
The crowd in the tent was sedately enjoying Stevie
Paige when we arrived and they were seated until
about half-way through our first set - and then
they started dancing. They didn't want to stop either.
another four numbers into the fray that we hadn't
rehearsed and we managed to scramble to the end
of our allotted time by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins.
A tumultuous initiation!
St Andrews the next afternoon was strangely quiet
crowd-wise, but as a result a lot more relaxed for
the guitar-sub. I actually understood what was going
on in most of the songs and was able to enjoy the
world and everything in it.
Will there be a next time? Looking at the sparse
selection of Spectrum gigs scheduled .for the next
couple of months I wouldn't be surprised.
the Fringe to Fringe toast..
Geoff 'Goof' Miller and me at the GC 2) Tim Seal
encourages his guests to join in I'll Be Gone
3) Tim brings some mates
up to join in on the reprise 4) What Mike ate
at the Bill Putt Memorial lunch at ETC
Wed. 17.2.16 Mike Rudd's RetroSpectrum at the
Sun. 21.2.16 Mike's celeb spot at Tim Seal's 60th
Rudd's RetroSpectrum at the Adelaide Fringe
23.2.16 - I was assisted
in my recent SA odyssey by Fate to a certain degree,
but more often than not by dint (or is that dent?)
of human kindnesses and decency. Anyway, the opportunity
to appear at the Adelaide Fringe presented itself
to me when I was approached by Graeme Dent (see?)
to put in an appearance at his mate Tim Seal's
60th birthday party to be held on Sunday last
(21st) at a winery (Barristers Block wines) in
Woodside, a small town south of Adelaide in the
Onkaparinga Valley, the fee for which allowed
me and my partner Maria to fly (!) to SA and
I rang Geoff Miller's mate Colin Koch (Golly Gosh)
thinking initially that he was associated with
WOMADelaide, but discovered it was actually the
Adelaide Fringe and that applications were officially
closed. However, doors magically opened and I
think it was at the Coolangatta airport I effected
the deposit, which meant I was on the Fringe bill
performing at the German Club on the Wednesday
And that's how it went too, the only change being
that I added Geoff Miller (pic 1) to
the show to give it a bit of a lift at the pointy
I was belatedly concerned that there wouldn't
be enough people in the quite large space in the
German Club and had arranged to be interviewed
with another of Geoff Miller's mates (Ian Henshke)
on the Tuesday at 4.30 at the ABC, but the time
came and passed and things became a little tense
in the ABC Green Room as we wondered what was
going on. Ian's producer came out apologetically
and said with one thing and another they'd forgotten
we were coming and would we mind waiting another
forty-five minutes for the interview? As it turned
out I got a good fifteen minutes of air time and
I'm certain the exposure prompted the late flurry
of sales that brought the attendance up close
to a full house.
Given my pre-show anxiety the show went off really
very well and I was inundated with well-wishers
at the end of the night - I could barely carry
all the wine I was given! As my presenter, Alan
Rosewarne said, you could feel the love in the
There was less love on the street when I discovered
that I'd parked a little too adjacent to some
concrete guttering and dragged a plastic splash-guard
of the bottom of our hire car which meant I had
to seek assistance from some chaps still lurking
in the German Club foyer, including Geoff's brother
(!) Adrian.* This meant we had to return the car
to the hire car people the next day, but the replacement
vehicle we were given was so horribly smelly we
had to replace that as well, chewing
up a good part of our day.
Fast forward to Sunday, the day of the party.
Maria and I had booked lunch at the Bird in Hand
Winery, scarcely five minutes from the party venue
and had a satisfactory meal too, despite the prescriptive
set menu. We arrived at Barristers Block to find
the party in full swing with the garden full of
guests enjoying the sunshine and a band set up
in the folksy-looking open edifice facing out
to the garden.
Chief conspirator Graeme Dent came over to our
car and we plotted my surprise appearance near
the end of the speeches. We waited till the appropriate
moment and then Graeme escorted me through the
crowd to meet a dumbfounded Tim Seal and I delivered
the speech that Graeme had written.
After the speeches Graeme got the crowd's attention
again and I commandeered the band's PA to sing
my acappella version of I'll Be Gone,
(pics 2 & 3) which everybody joined in
and then demanded photos be taken of me with just
about evcerybody present.
It was great fun and everybody got into the spirit
of it all - a lovely way to finish off the trip.
The next day before going to the airport Maria
and I had an impromptu Bill Putt Memorial lunch
at the East Terrace Continental where Bill and
I invariably had breakfast when we were in town
- I had the French (or Fringe) toast and bacon.
See Adrian's review of the show in Clothesline
Mick & Broc at the Elwood Food & Wine Bar
Elwood party sputters on..
8.2.16 - Mick & Broc (that's
me and Broc O'Connor) made another appearance at
Peter Newson's Elwood Food & Wine Bar yesterday
and I suppose a few people noticed what we were
up to, but not too many. Not that that's a problem
for us, or the audience for that matter. We just
play what we play - a mixture of Rudd songs and
selections from Broc's solo guitar repertoire adapted
for guitar and voice - and we're happy to note improvements
here and there from gig to gig. Every now and then
the odd song attracts a bit of attention from the
crowd, otherwise happily engaged in entertaining
itself with food, wine and chat. Songs like the
couple of the Beatles' songs, Yesterday
and Can't Buy Me Love for instance, and
what about Etta James' At Last and Hoagy
Carmichael's Georgia on my Mind and Otis
Redding's Dock of the Bay etc.. I've not
done covers for so many decades now that I'm finding
it quite a joyful exercise.
Broc's capabilities on guitar are a revelation
for those who simply know him as Spectrum's bassist.
His musical knowledge and fluidity contintue to
amaze and delight me as I warble at the upper reaches
of my range. That's one of the ongoing benefits
of our rather ramshackle collaboration, but another
one occurred to me yesterday when we had an hour
left to fill with half an hour's worth of material.
It may sound selfish but I thought that I should
get some practise time in for some of the songs
I'm doing on my Fringe show that's now looming quite
large on the horizon. And so that's what I did -
and after some gratifying initial interest the crowd
resumed its indifference and allowed me to muddle
along without them.
We revved up the last M&B set with some slightly
more up-tempo songs and a posse of girls got up
and boogalooed in front of us, suggesting we might
add a few more shit-kickers to the list. Consider
it done, ladies!
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