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Cadd volunteers to go next 2) Mark Holden is continuing to live
in the moment
3) The ageless Terry Dean 4) Bobby Bright
with Ronny Charles
In North Melbourne Tonight Sun. 30.10.11
North Melbourne Tonight
31.10.11 - After a quiet arvo at
the Arcadia, Bill and I were (almost) looking forward to hob-nobbing
with a galaxy of Melbourne's finest at the annual In North
Melbourne Tonight charity gig on (the eve) of Melbourne
Cup Eve. The new locale at the top end of Victoria St is by
far the best venue so far from every stand point and by the
time Bill and I got there things were humming. We saw Ross Ryan
outside and then ran into Brian Cadd (pic 1) Mark Holden
(pic 2) Terry Dean (pic 3) and Bobby Bright.
(pic 4) Check out the big
pic and see how many celebrities you can pick out.
and Maree were surprise guests at the Arcadia
Arcadia Hotel Sun. 30.10.11
snoozy arvo at the Arcadia
31.10.11 - When I dropped off the posters
a few weeks ago I was disconcerted to see the smallish stage
was almost consumed by an enormous PA suitable for a room three
times the size of the actual room we were to be playing in,
so I determined to get there early to sort out any potential
problems. As it happened we needn't have worried - the owner,
Michael Clarke, quickly sorted out the PA for us and Bill and
I had time to have lunch and wait for Robbo to turn up.
Gordon was there from the old Stagedoor days and Dave and Maree
(pic) made it from Santuary Lakes. None of the people
that said they were going to be there turned up..
bother me, a complete stuff up. Bother. Bother..
Burvale Hotel Fri. 28.10.11
28.10.11 - I was about five minutes away
from the Burvale when I got a call from Bill. He told me there
was another band setting up and nobody seemed to know what was
going on. I said to go and see Doug, the manager. I walked in
as Keith and Andrea were asking the security guys whether Spectrum
was playing tonight and I had to break it to them there'd been
a foul-up and we weren't doing the gig. The Trollops (pic)
arrived and we decided to hang round for a bit and have a drink
with them (and Peter Carolan) before heading home, but the house
music got so uncomfortably loud I had to leave after the second
Let's hope that Sunday's Arcadia Hotel gig fares better.
Manning dropped in for a glass of wine at St Annies
St Andrews Hotel Sun. 23.10.11
the big news at St Annies is..
25.10.11 - It was a hellishly humid Sunday
arvo and even when Helen turned on the air con at St Andrews
it really didn't make lot of difference. We sang Happy
Birthday to Matt who, I was informed by a slightly annoyed
relative, was out of the room at the time, and we tried a
revised version of Soul Man and Brunswick St,
but everything seemed to be slightly out of
synch - until we got to the blues set and then it all fell
And then we got another shock when Helen revealed that they'd
sold the pub! Apparently it's been bought by a local, so the
gigs booked into the New Year should stand, but you never
know with these things..
the Station Hotel goodbye..
Charles summons up his harmonic voices 2) Ed Nimmervoll cruisin'
at The Station
Matt Croke was allowed out for the day 4) Winchester with Chris
Stockley (left) and Barry Charles
Mick Elliott band with bassist Ian Ferguson on vocals 6) Robert
Lloyd reads his smokers' poem
Richards watches David Pepperell read his Station tract 8) The
Pardoners locate across a crowded stage
The Station Hotel Farewell Sat. 22.10.11
stop at The Station Hotel - crying all the way to the bank..
24.10.11 - I'd forgotten about
Mark Barnes. At the last Station reunion he'd bailed Bill and
me on the footpath outside the pub and roundly abused us for
having anything to do with it - amongst other things. I could've
pointed out that if Lena Blomfield and I hadn't organised it,
it wouldn't have happened at all, and the same went for this
farewell reunion, ostensibly the last before The Station succumbs
to another inner city apartment development. Anyway, Mark was
there again and apparently got stroppy over the course of the
afternoon, (he had another go at Bill), and had to be ejected
two or three times, but seasoned Stationeers said that this
was pretty much par for the course.
Musically speaking, Barry Charles (pic 1) opened proceedings
and then morphed into the band Winchester that included Chris
Stockley (plus life-size pedal board). The Mick Elliott band
(pic 5) had been drafted into the program at late notice
(thanks to Chris Stockley) and, despite the lack of rehearsal,
managed to sound better that the last time they played there.
Robert Lloyd (pic 6) read a poem from his collection
that resonated with the smokers in the room and Laurie Richards
tried unsuccessfully to auction a framed Station flyer before
chaperoning David Pepperell onto the stage as he read a piece
about the Station written circa 1976. (pic 7) This
was all pretty spontaneous stuff and I thought in the spirit
of The Station as we'd like to remember it.
Then the on-again-off-again Pardoners, (Sam had been advised
not to play but said he felt up to it), rendered a flawless
set that approached the sublime from nearly every aspect. (pic
8) The vibe in the room had lifted and the gauntlet had
been thrown down to Spectrum to justify our status as last act
of the night.
I thought we did OK too. Glyn guested on some harmonies, we
rocked the joint and everybody seemed happy, perhaps with the
exception of Mark Barnes.
We'd packed up and Dr Sellers had suggested that we should find
somewhere to eat - which was when I discovered my wallet was
missing. We searched high and low, but it bloody-well stayed
missing as these things do and I drove home (without a meal)
to report the loss to my banks. Unfortunately I was holding
the band's fee for the night's performance and I had the feeling
that even if I did get the wallet back, the money would no longer
be there. And, as it turned out, I was right. The curse of Someday
I'll have money lives on..
Spectrum plays at the Station Hotel for the last time (pic
Bill camp it up outside the Clifton Hill Hotel
Clifton Hill Hotel Wed. 19.10.11
sessions are go
20.10.11 - There was only a small crowd
on hand to witness me actually buy a couple of drinks at the
bar. (!) The pot of Coopers Red went to Ray Moon whose birthday
it was, which still left me as the second-oldest male in the
room ogling the barmaid. The orange juice went to Bernd Rohrmann
who struggled down to Clifton Hill on his bike, notwithstanding
a back condition that left him barely able to walk, and the
lemon squash went to Bill. I shouted myself a G&T and pretended
there were more audience members than performers in the room.
Being a balmy night we stood outside with Rod Claringbould afterwards
(pic) and chatted - and then went home.
& Bilge Pump howl at The Barking Dog (pic
The Barking Dog Sun. 16.10.11
duo's Barking Dog day arvo
17.10.11 - The signs weren't all that good
when we had to assemble part of the stage ourselves before setting
up, but once we were over that hump, things started to pick
up. We'd never played The Barking Dog before - in fact, I don't
remember playing anywhere in West Geelong before, but
there was a sizeable (and knowledgeable) crowd on hand, which
continued to build up as the day went on.
After the gig Bill and I retired to another (quieter) pub down
Pako St with the Ramsays to watch the RWC semi final.
The star of the show - Ian presents his daughter Lily 2) Jules
Boult gave his time for Lily
tries to deflate Mike's tummy 4) Alan Seppings explains the
object of the arvo
Benefit for Lily Wild Thyme Café Sun. 9.10.11
Warm hearts in Warby
Robbo got a call from the Wild Thyme's Alan Seppings about
the benefit they were holding on Sunday arvo for Lily (pic
1) whose mother so sadly died recently. As it turned out
Robbo was occupied with a Lil' Fi gig at the Willy RSL so I
volunteered Bill and me to do a set in the early part of the
day. The weather was looking a bit hostile when we arrived,
so the first part of the day was held indoors, with Bill and
me appearing after young Jules Bolt. (pic 2) I'd brought
only George (Martin) along with me, but the blend with Bill's
nylon-strings worked quite well, I thought. We got a rousing
reception anyway, so I guess we did something right.
About an hour later the weather was good enough to relocate
outdoors and we left shortly after Alan re-launched proceedings
to the larger crowd that had turned up by that stage. (pic
4) Darcy (pic 3) managed to miss our set, but
it was good to catch up again. I'll give Alan a ring this week
and set up another Spectrum date at the Wild Thyme. Hooray!
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