“Byron Bay to Melbourne”
April 21, 2003
So, we get to the Byron Bay Blues and Roots festival around 5pm…get to our dressing room…there’s rain all over the grounds…rain and mud! We hit the stage at 7pm and played a good set I thought…the croud were very tame and it was kinda like a dull show but we tried to make the most out of it…the crowd came alive in SINGING COWBOY but that was because it had a jam in it; they liked it when you jam…which explains the guy who went on before us who played a 40 min version of Jimi Hendrix’s “Voodo Chile.” After that, we drove back to our hotel in Surfers Paradise, got back about 11pm…Chapple, Daddyo, Rusty and (promoter) Tim and myself drank beers and ate pizza, in between text messaging Gene Kraut in New York funny stuff about nothing. Hit the hay around 2am, woke up at 8am..went to get coffe…bumped into the Singer, who had gone down to the beach to walk around… We then drove to the airport and caught a 11:50am flight to Melbourne on Qantas, which has been our airline EXCLUSIVELY. We have Qantas business class cards so we get to use the bar, get food and get to use the internet…all free. The flight was about 2 hours…I played Solitaire while chapple read and Daddyo and Rusty played a game of Yahtzi. The singer, Rob and Matrix all slept. Got to our hotel in Melbourne around 3pm…napped for 2 hours…then went to sound check…the Singer came along and signed autographs at the backdoor…a nice fan gave him a clock er something…after souncheck, went back to hotel and slept some more…from 7pm till 10:30…went back to venue and played from 11:15 till exactly 1am…afterwards, hung out with Love fans Noel and Lucy…everybody drank loads of wine and ate some thing that (God forbid) looked like a veggamite sandwhich….yuk… The weather was real nice when we got back to the hotel, so I went down to the water (our hotel was only about 1 kilometer from the peir) and chilled…it was beautiful…the moon looked like a rugby football…but of course the starts looked funny cause we were in the southern hemisphere…but all-in-all, it was one of the funny nights for rock and roll…the crowd was unbelievably hip and even better than Athens and Sydney (didn’t quite beat Dublin, which would be very difficult, or even Madrid from last summer…) Tomorrow we fly home and it’s funky in that, we leave here at 10:30am, Tueday, and land in LA at 7:30am the same day…but if you are reading this now, chances are i am ahead of you, time wise. It’s 1pm monday here and it’s 8am sunday in LA and 11am sunday in New York and it’s even 1pm sunday in the UK (i think)…but no matter what time it is, it’s always a good time for LOVE!