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Last
Waltz at the Village Green
1)
John Petkovshek's pic of the band's last waltz at the
Village Green
2) John
Petkovshek is surprised by Mike's paparazzo attack 3) The Trollops
gather round Bill for a birthday portrait |
3) Bill
gets a hug from Dr Marg |
gig
report
Village Green 28.3.10
Bill's
birthday on the job
29.3.10 - With my ongoing health
issues (see the reports on the ASR
page), it wasn't at all certain that Sunday arvo at the Village
Green was going to happen. We'd reluctantly had to cancel the
gig the night before, (sorry Lee), but Bill and Robbo promised
to do the loads in and out so I felt certain I'd be able to
cope - and Hey Gringo was poised to fill in just in case I couldn't
make it.
As it happened, I coped pretty well - in fact I felt better
during and after the gig than I had all week. After the first
set I announced that it was Bill's birthday (63) and we all
sang Happy Birthday. John Petkovshek (pic 1) had come
down from Sydney, there was a full flirt of Trollops in attendance
(pic 2) who debuted a Trollops' conga, and the Doctors'
Sellers - Margaret made sure to give Bill a big hug. (pic
3) Unfortunately the Green has pulled up stumps for the
winter, so the Manningham will be flying the AHL flag in the
meantime. |
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Another
tale of two gigs
1) The
Teskey Brothers lay down a cool groove at the Warrandyte
Festival
2)
Mike poses with the Strahans formerly of Paynesville 3) Michael,
Elsa and Dan Parry at the Goornong pub gig
report
Warrandyte
Festival 20.3.10
Drovers Arms Pub Goornong 21.3.10
From
Warrandyte to Goornong
22.3.10 - Another weekend, another
big-ish stage at the Warrandyte Festival on Saturday
night. the question was, would we have learnt from our experience
the week before on the enormous Palms at Crown stage? (See A
tale of two gigs below). I was encouraged when I heard
the Teskey Brothers' set. (pic 1) They are so
cool and all such fine players, especially for young blokes,
but more importantly, the mix on and off stage sounded really
fne, so all we had to do was get our part right.
The stage crew was helpful and efficient and the tiresome task
of moving the drum kit forward to be with the rest of the band
(and to accommodate Hugh McSpedden's projection scrim) was achieved
with a minimum of fuss. Robbo made sure to have my guitar in
his fold back and we could all hear each other OK, and as a
result we managed to produce a relaxed set with the occasional
musical highlight even!
There was a photographer taking shots on and around the stage
during our set, so I'm hoping to see some some of them eventually.
People said that Hugh's projection show was as quirky and fun
as usual, and I know it would've been, but the band never sees
anything of Hugh's shows.
Fortunately we had an early night as we had to leave for Goornong
at 11.00 the next morning. Gornong's just the other side of
Bendigo and it was at former Lomond Hotel regular Kel O'Brien's
instigation that we were playing there in the first place, and
the new publican, Bernie Burke, is a bit of a music fan himself,
so the vibe was promising. Bill and Robbo didn't know the history
of the booking, so were guessing at how small the crowd was
going to be while we were setting up, but as it turned out there
was a full room and everybody there knew more or less what we
were about, although a good proportion of them hadn't seen us
in the flesh for thirty or forty years.
We all had a great time and sold quite a few CDs - mostly the
early ones - ate a fine meal on the house and drove home (safely)
the way we came (Kel's route) through the customary blizzards
of kamikaze insects. Hooray! |
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Kaz's
Rock of Ages 2 pics
1)
Well, that's nearly all the band, but Daz misses out again |
Kaz's story It's
always nice to get shots from people in the audience,
because for obvious reasons, we're always short of pics
of Spectrum in action. Kaz, or Karin Grant, lives in Ted
Lethborg's home state of Tasmania, and she's a fixture
at the blues gigs down there. If you like to check some
more of her shots try her FaceBook
page. |
2)
Nice shot of Bill 3) Nice shot of Bill -
again..
Thanks Kaz!
4)
Ah, there's Daz at last! Why do they call him Chopped Liver?
5) Mike could be on a willow pattern plate
6)
Mike dashes out on stage and snaps Gil with Madder Lake 7) The
'sensible' shot of us and Phil 'groanin' |
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Rock
of Ages 2
1)
Brayden and dad Brett Marriott 2) The Rock of Ages 2 audience
(see large
pic) watches on
3)
Phil helps Ted come to terms with the Saints' defeat 4) Robbo
with Ted who's still crying inside
5)
Matt tells Jim about the Seniors card (true!) 6) Brenden Mason
delivers another Madder Lake-type riff
7) Mick
Fettes prowls the stage for another band member 8) Ted spruiks
posters
9)
Gil Matthews has too much fun sitting in with Madder Lake 10)
'Not another shot for the website' (true!)
11)
Phil and Matt interact 12) Bill and Mike help Phil out on the
'groanin' chorus
13)
Jim Keays (see large
pic) was as timeless as ever 14) Mike proves Daryl was at
the gig |
15) The
Trollops and band celebrate Janes's birthday |
gig
report
Rock of Ages 2 Palms at Crown 13.3.10
Manningham Sports Bar 14.3.10
A tale of two
gigs
16.3.10 - 'It was the best of times, it
was the worst of times..' could easily sum up the weekend's
gigs, but there was some of the best and worst in both of them,
so it's a little too pat. (Sorry Charles). The Rock of Ages
2 gig was building up to be a replica of the first one, but
with the omissions from the first effort (like catering back
stage) sorted this time - even my predeliction for a G&T
was accommodated!
The sound check went smoothly enough too, (although that's when
I discovered I'd left my tuner and wah pedal at home),
but as soon as we took the stage after |
Blackfeather's opening set, we realised
we hadn't made good use of our time in sound check. In our defence,
Spectrum doesn't get to do a lot of gigs on a big stage with
a big PA, foldback etc. but we've been round long enough
to have that sorted. The problem was that we couldn't actually
hear each other, so it wasn't just uncomfortable, but our collective
timing went out the window. I'd been adventurous with the set
list and had included But That's Alright and Disco
Dilemma, neither of which we've played a lot, and sure
enough, I lost the second line of first verse to But That's
Alright's and in a panic resorted to gibberish. As a consequence
I was thoroughly rattled and decided to forego the challenge
of Disco Dilemma, but as I hadn't prepared for such
an eventuality there was a forlorn minute or two as I tried
to decide what to do next - thankfully Robbo called out Hard
Way To Go, otherwise I might still be trying to decide.
(Notwithstanding all of this, I copped a number of highly complimentary
appraisals from members of the audience when I was wandering
around the room taking photos).
The evening ended in absolute farce when I made the unilateral
decision to take my amp and guitar back to the van and spent
the next twenty minutes wandering round the various levels in
lather of sweat unable to find where we'd parked. Without the
aid of my mobile I might have been lost for good, but as a result
I well and truly missed the end of the show.
The show itself seemed to work very well (again), despite my
personal misgivings. A rock & roll highlight was Aztec Music
chief, Gil Matthews, joining Madder Lake on drums (pics
9 & 10) and, of course, having Chain included in the
line-up. (pics 11 & 12) Jim Keays (pic 13)
was as pleasing as ever and the Madders (pic 6) clearly
enjoyed themselves to the max. The Sunbury Backroad Festival,
with much the same line-up, should be a lot of fun.
The next day at the Manningham Sports Bar it looked like we
might've been playing to ourselves - until The Trollops arrived.
(pic 15) But, as a counterpoint to the previous nnight,
the band was relaxed and could hear each other and as a result
played really well. That afternoon's version of Spectrum playing
to barely anybody was what we could only dream about the night
before playing to a room of 800. As Paul Hester was so fond
of saying, it's the struggle that counts, but frankly I'm over
it. Next time.. PS
- It was on Sunday I discovered that I'd left my G harp at Crown |
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1)
Calexico at the surprising Thornbury Theatre 2) Robbo with Calexico's
drummer John at the Prince o' Wales
Robbo
takes Mike to see Calexico
12.3.10 - There aren't many bands
I can be bothered to go and see these days, but Calexico is
an exception, so I was verging on thrilled when Robbo said he'd
been offered a couple freebies by Calexico's drummer John (pic
2) for Tuesday night at the Thornbury Theatre. I wasn't
even aware there was such a thing as the Thornbury
Theatre, and we were both surprised at how civilised a room
it is. (pic 1)
If you've not heard of Calexico you should do some investigating
for yourself. As the name suggests they're a musical meeting
of Tex and Mex, but informed by touches of neo-classicism on
the plains of Psychedelia fed by the rivers of Passion and Torment
- thoroughly interesting in other words. It was their last show
in Oz before heading across the Ditch to NZ and they seemed
to be enjoying themselves on stage and the audience went along
for the journey. I'd forgotten how damn sexy their
music is..
Speaking of NZ, the shows I did in Christchurch with Chants
R&B have been written up as a gig report in last month's
Stop Press. |
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The core
group of Trollops welcomed Mike home |
gig
report
Frankston RSL Sun. 7.3.10
Trollops
welcome Mike back home
8.3.10 - The reason there's been so little movement on
the site for the past couple of weeks is that I've been in
NZ* and I arrived home on Saturday night just in time for
Spectrum's Frankston RSL gig on Sunday arvo. The weather was
uncertain, so it was decided that we should play indoors in
the Simpson Room, (doh!), which is not as attractive
as the outdoor setting and, of course, the storms held off
until we'd loaded out. *I'll
be writing up my NZ trip
Trollops' Di, Heather and Lyn (pic) were staying
in Frankston overnight and invited me to stay and have some
calamari, but Bill had to get back to Strathie to deal with
the inevitable flooding so I regretfully declined. Next
time..
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