Something fishy in
Davey Jones' locker
12.4.19 - I had a clear run to the gig and Maria
had put some of her lentil soup into the trusty Stanley thermos flask,
so I thought I might be in the clear for a change. But no - when I looked
at the stage once we were all set up I realised that I'd neglected to
bring our mic stands! Maurice was none too pleased that he had to 'go
upstairs' and retrieve a couple of his own stands, but had mellowed
sufficiently by the second set to allow me a complimentary G&T.
Daz had a spot of bother too - his equaliser packed it in (pic)
and despite his best efforts he was unable to repair it. I thought
it sounded fine from my side of the stage, but he wasn't very comfortable
I included Strange Brew and Worm-Turning Blues for
something different, but otherwise it was a pretty standard Indelibles'
night, although, I can't remember which number it was, but Robbo finished
off with a signature flourish I thought I recognised. 'Hey Robbo, you
just played a Keaton ending!' Robbo looked surprised and said,
'Wow! I'm ripping off my own son!'
The crowd was down on last time but I didn't take it to heart. CBD dwellers
Dave and Maree rolled up as well as locals Greg and Joanne Blunt. Wendy
Rowe wasn't taking pics but told me about some of Rob's adventures in
New Orleans. It's quality that counts in the end..