So I got back from down unda around 6pm yesterday. It's odd, but I don't really have jet lag. I figure that might be because Clint and I pretty much took sleeping out of the schedule as we toured around the eastern part of the country. I wasn't exactly adjusted to any particular time schedule. In fact, right off of a 23 hr plane flight we hopped directly into his station wagon and drove about 5hrs to our first gig. I couldn't complain. The Australian landscape was such a beautiful thing to look at.
The trip was a freakin' blast from start to finish. I got to visit the beautiful city of Melbourne, which I still can't pronounce properly. I think the natives there were genuinely impressed with my pale physique. My good friend Hillary showed me around the town and made sure I didn't get lost or lured away by strangers with candy. I also met Dale, one of the baddest guitar players, not only in Australia, but the world over I do believe. Clint and him were doing some recording sessions down there. I was mainly at the beach.
Then it was back in the car for a series of fantastic gigs and a radio interview in the lovely city of Wagga Wagga. The people there were wonderful and they really knew how to get down with live music. It made me feel very welcomed indeed. The radio thing was a blast. My voice was a bit shot from singing, drinking, and swimming in a river (pants?) the night before, but I do believe it went over pretty well. Just some water and tea with whiskey to fix that one up right quick.
I also had the pleasure of playing a show at Tumut highschool. That was SO MUCH fun. I think the kids were really thrown off by my American accent.
Overall, I had a blast. My main man Clint and his brother Luke took wonderful care or me. Not to mention Clint's lovely mom, who put up with me sleeping in her living room and drinking all of her bottled waters, smiling all the while.