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Statut : Célibataire
Ville : Melbourne
Région : Victoria
Pays: AU
Date d’inscription :: 16/02/2005

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mercredi, novembre 25, 2009 
Thunder Bay. Sounds scary, doesn't it? It might actually be, but again we didn't get to see much of it. If the place wasn't called Thunder Bay, I wouldn't have guessed it was anywhere near a bay. The gig was at Lakehead University (again, that name gives away the town's proximity to a lake or a bay or some sort of body of water), and that's pretty much all we saw. With no hotel to stay in that night, and no showers back stage, Joe wrangled us some showers elsewhere at the uni.
"But are they going to be communal showers?"
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe."
"I'm not up for that."
"What, you've never played sports before?"
"No. Not really."
Jazz doesn't really count as a sport, and if it did, it doesn't involve everyone having showers in one room after the gig. Sure, I did PE at high school, but there were no showers involved. Eurgh. No wonder the Lynx Africa hung so thickly in the air in the change rooms.
But it had been a while since my last shower, so I figured it was worth at least walking to see what the shower situation was.
I walked past the Hangar (which wasn't a hangar), to the Field Rooms. Or Field House. Field something, anyway. It was a term that Joe used so casually that I didn't want to admit I had no idea what he was talking about. Part of his instructions had been, "Just go in and say you're with the band, and they'll sort you out."
Readers, this is where I tell you that the phrase "I'm with the band" only works in some situations. Getting in the front door of gigs without showing any identification? Yes. Getting free or cheap drinks or food at the venue before the gig? Yes. Strolling up to the Field Something for a free shower?  Absolutely not.
"Hi. I'm in the band that's playing tonight."
"Oh."
"…and they said we could come over here to use the showers."
His eyebrows looked genuinely surprised.
"Oh, really?"
He seemed to think that was the end of the conversation, and went back to what he was doing on the computer. I continued to stand there.
"Sorry, what are you needing, now?"
"The showers. Where are they?"
"Oh!"
He said it in a way that led me to think he'd totally forgotten our previous exchange.
"Down the stairs, to the right."
"And do you have any towels?"
"It's $1 to hire one. Just put it with the others on the way out."
I walked over to the door, glad that I was finally on the way to the shower.
I walked down. I walked in. Lockers. Lockers. Toilets. A huge tiled room lined with showerheads. Damn.
It's not that I have a huge problem with communal showers. It just seems like a bad idea when you're not really supposed to be there. Shower conversation is almost as unlikely to spring up as urinal conversation, but you can imagine it would get awkward.
"Hey, so how about them Lakeheads?"
"Wh?"
"What's your major?"
"Wrh?"
"See you at the kegger."
"Wii?"
So I washed my face at the basin with $1.00 worth of hot water to justify using the towel, and walked back to the venue just in time for Jon and Roy to start.
Next: Toronto.
mardi, novembre 24, 2009 
Cinema 2: The Cat Empire. Now showing. One night only. No free list. Adults at children's prices. The front few rows have been ripped out, as nobody really wants to sit there anyway, so feel free to treat that as standing room.

Seriously, though: the venue used to be a cinema. Cinemas don't customarily have backstage areas, so our band room was the projection booth. Yes, the one that's right up the back, behind all the rows of seats. Not the ideal place for a band room, unless you're Ozomatli (they usually start their gigs at the back of the room with percussion instruments, and gradually make their way through the crowd to the stage), but it was a great vantage point from which to watch Jon and Roy's set. And there was a whole wall back there covered in Frankenstein switches. Dangerous, but pretty rad.

From the stage, you could see everyone in the crowd, especially the people in their seats up the back. An old show-biz saying tells us that this means they could also see us. I guess that's one of the benefits of playing at an old cinema: the room is designed so everybody can see the stage. This is also the first gig we've ever done where every seat has a cup holder. I didn't see much popcorn out there though.

Next: Thunder Bay.
lundi, novembre 23, 2009 
Okay. This is quite easily the best idea I have ever had on tour. Strap yourself in. In the past, we have had house music CDs: a CD of tracks that we put on before and/or after our set. Jumps has put together a few in the past, and we have gotten to know them well. Almost too well. One of them included a song that was ripped from vinyl, and the guy who recorded it (in Windows, as you will see in a minute) recorded everything his computer was doing audio-wise, rather than just the inputs the record player was plugged into. And so after a dozen or so gigs we all knew when the Windows error "blong!" sound was about to come up in the track. Jumps has been wanting to get some of the other guys to put a new CD together for a while, and on this tour that led to the one-song-each idea.  We would have room for one song each on a CD, assuming that at least one person would pick a fifteen minute song just to be funny. But CD-Rs get scratched, and not all the venues have a CD player at front-of-house. Ricky said on those occasions, he would have to rip our CD onto his computer and put it onto his iPod. That's when I had my idea to cut about five middlemen out of that exercise and just buy the cheapest MP3 player Canadian money can buy.

The runner from the venue drove me to a place called FUTURE SHOP. It's not what you're picturing, if you were picturing the complete opposite of the 1980s café from Back to the Future II. No, it's just a Canadian electronics/etc shop. I found an MP3 player for $19.99. There were a few other better or smaller or cooler-looking ones that cost a bit more, but once you seen one for under $20 it's hard to go back, and it still had 2GB of storage. Not only was there room for each of us to pick at least 100 songs, but if we got really sick of hearing Underneath the Radar (for example) every night, we could just delete it. That would require a whole new CD, back in the olden days. Sure, there's CD-RW, but has anybody ever got one of those to successfully rewrite, let alone actually play in a pre-2000 CD player? It's not worth it. The only downside to our $20 player is that it doesn't recharge: it takes one AAA battery. That seems pretty wasteful, to have to keep throwing out batteries, but the battery life has been pretty good, and we only need to use it for about 60 minutes maximum per night. It also boasted a "color screen", but it's not color in the way you might be expecting. It still only does black text, but you can choose from one of five backlight colours by navigating through a cumbersome menu with the play, stop and skip buttons. But that's okay. All we're going to do is put this thing on shuffle every night.

So we loaded it up for the Saskatoon gig. Everybody put on a track. Except Felix, we're still waiting on his. He's still finding it hard to pick just ONE Billy Idol song. Here's what we came up with:
- The KLF - Stand by the Jams
- The Faces - Stay With Me
- Can - Vitamin C
- Love - My Flash on You
- Shuggie Otis - XL-30
- Black Sabbath - War Pigs
- Easy Star All Stars - Time
I would be VERY impressed if anybody could guess who picked which song. Even if you knew us all really well, you probably wouldn't get it right. Dave (Reyna - monitors engineer for this run) also put Straight Outta Compton on there, and the shuffle gods decided to elect him to be the lucky First Track Played Guy for that night. We just hoped nobody out there was going to be too offended by that. But hey, it's a college gig. I'm sure these kids have heard NWA before. And it went down pretty well. People started cheering when War Pigs started. It's fun for us too: as it's on shuffle, and there's slightly too many songs to be able to hear them all before our set starts, it's up to the shuffle gods to decree whether your song gets played. Kieran wanted to hear his own song more than anybody else, and the shuffle gods did not look kindly on that for some reason, and so we went on stage without hearing Stay With Me. Okay, I'll give away just that one: Kieran picked Stay With Me. But that shouldn't be surprising to anyone who's hung out with him recently. You can't have a five minute conversation with Kieran without him mentioning The Faces.

Next: Winnipeg.
Actuellement j'écoute:
A Nod Is as Good as a Wink...to a Blind Horse
Par Faces
Date de publication : 1993-09-14
dimanche, novembre 22, 2009 
The day sheet is a sheet of A4 paper that gets delivered to every bunk on the bus, and pinned to the notice board in both the front room and the back room on the bus every single day. On the day sheet you will find the answer to any question you can think to ask a tour manager:
- What day is it?
- What date is it?
- Where are we?
- What's the venue called?
- Where is it?
- How cold is it out there?
- What's the time difference between here and Melbourne?
- What time do we need to be on the bus?
- What time can we get into the venue?
- What time does the band need to be in the venue?
- What time is soundcheck?
- What time do doors open?
- Who's the support act?
- What time do they start?
- How long do they play for?
- How long is changeover between them and us?
- What time do we go on?
- How long can we play for?
- What time should we finish?
- What time do we HAVE TO finish by?
- Is the bus leaving tonight?
- Well, what time in the morning is it leaving?
- Is there any press?
- Who has to do the press?
- What time do they need to meet to do press?
- How long will the press take?
- Who is the interview with?
- Is there a hotel?
- Where is it?
- What room am I in?
- How many rooms do we have?
- Are there showers at the venue?
- What time do we need to check out of the hotel?
- What are we doing tomorrow?
- What are we doing the day after tomorrow?
- What are we doing the day after the day after tomorrow?
- What are we doing the day after the day after the day after tomorrow?
- When is our next day off?
- What is the name of our band again?
As I've pointed out already, all of this information is handily provided on the tour sheet, and there are more sheets printed off than you would believe, yet still it is inevitable that Joe will be asked twenty out of the above thirty-nine questions every single day. Yes, it's the hardest job in the world.

Calgary. According to the locals, it rhymes with "tell harry", rather than "balcony" or "Cadbury". Again, not much to report here other than the gig. At the best of times, I'm pretty bad at getting away from the bus and the venue and doing some exploring. But the cold weather makes it seem even less appetising. We played at McEwan Hall, at the University of Alberta. I pointed out that it was kind of like waking up in a bus in the middle of Monash Clayton -- a joke lost on everyone who isn't from Melbourne. But it was a lot easier to find something to eat than it would be at Monash on a Saturday afternoon. We also found a pub upstairs with a Buck Hunter machine. That's an easy way for two dudes to kill a hundred bucks (geddit?) and four hours.

Next: the three-hour drive Saskatoon somehow justifies another day off. Shirt off.
mercredi, novembre 18, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :travelled
Day off. Shirt off.

The initial plan was to leave Whistler at about 3.00pm, poutine in tow, stop at Jasper overnight, then drive the rest of the way to Edmonton the next morning. But the snow had other ideas. With snow covering the road and falling mighty heavily as we drove through the mountains, we were limited to chugging along at 20mph. That's 32km/h for you sane metric folk, though Google insists it's abbreviated to "kph". It makes more sense, but hey, I've lived my whole life with that backslash, it's hard to switch to kph now. So it took us six hours to get to Cache Creek, a journey that (again, according to Google) should take about three hours. We tried to go to a The Keg for dinner, but they had a private function, or the kitchen was closed, or something. Joe stayed there talking to the manager for a long time, and we kept our distance, imagining his conversation:
"Seriously, if you drive to Edmonton tomorrow, I can put you guys on the door."
So we left Cache Creek empty-stomached, and crawled on for about another hour to Kamloops. The bus pulled over where it often pulls over in small-ish towns: in a carpark on the highway just out of town, pretty close to the line where the malls dissolve into the wilderness. Faced with an A&W, a Starbucks and a Red Robin, we sprinted across the highway (I'm still looking the wrong way when I cross the road...gotta work on that) to Red Robin. Ricky (Martocci, front-of-house engineer for this run) insists that Maroon 5 used to talk about Red Robin 24/7 but could never find one.

I could talk about what we ate, who took their shirt off, etc, but the point of all this is that we wound up driving straight through to Edmonton without stopping overnight. That's not hard for us. We just watch Lethal Weapon, fall asleep, then wake up at the venue. But for Brad (bus driver on this run), it meant driving for eighteen and a half hours. Respect.

I'll be honest. I didn't see much of Edmonton. Slightly more than I did last time, but I did see the bit between the bus and the venue in slightly more detail. There was substantially less girls fighting outside the bus afterwards. Maybe all the Bryan Adams we were listening to had a calming effect.

Next: Calgary.
Actuellement j'écoute:
Waking up the Neighbours
Par Bryan Adams
Date de publication : 1991-09-24
mardi, novembre 17, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :snowed-in
"People are gonna be talking about this for a long time! The Cat Empire, an epic dump..."
"Whaaat?!"
"An epic dump!"
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, that's the snow."

That "I LOVE HUGE DUMPS" bumper sticker was starting to make a whole lot more sense. But the snow was out of control. It was snowing when we parked the bus in the early afternoon, it snowed all day, and it snowed all night, and it stopped briefly in the morning, and then snowed right on in again just before we left. It's not even winter yet. People were just walking around quoting weather stats to total strangers.
"51 centimetres, dude!"
"The forecast calls for 100% chance of SKIING!"
Et cetera. After watching Point Break on the way here, we braced ourselves to hear the word "duuuude" a lot in conversation, but in reality there were a lot more Aussie accents at work.  My first warning of this (other than the two other times we've been to Whistler) was what a guy at the venue said last night.

"Where are you guys playing next?"
"Whistler, tomorrow night."
"Oh, the capital of Australia!"

He's right. We felt right at home and a bit uneasy at the same time: we're used to Australian accents happening in Australia, but they still seem out of place when used en masse in any other country. But it was probably our incessant snowball fighting, rather than our accents, that gave away that we weren't locals.  Danny had a novel approach: using the environment. He threw a snowball up at the trees, which rained down about 10 times as much snow on whoever was standing under it. Some of the guys got into snowboarding the next day, but I decided on my last free-snowboarding-after-the-gig that I'm too unco for that sort of thing. But falling over onto powder is a whole different ball game to falling over on ice, I hear.  We'll get some photos online soon. The word on the street is that Ollie took to it pretty quickly. His board shredded through the snow as his melodica would through 168 choruses of Yardbird Suite.

Next: Edmonton.
Actuellement j'écoute:
12 Inches of Snow
Par Snow
Date de publication : 1993-01-19
samedi, novembre 14, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :  cultivé
That first day in LA was pretty relaxing. We got to the hotel some time around 9.00am, and Joe said he didn't need us until 5.00pm. TOMORROW. We could have slept for 29 hours and still had time for lunch and an afternoon nap before soundcheck. Since then, it's been pretty non-stop. In a get-home-really-late-and-get-up-really-early kind of way. Last night was no exception. We got back to the hotel some time around 3.00am, and arranged to meet at 7.00am. A guy called Hendrik was going to drive us to the ferry, and then to the hotel in Vancouver on the other side. With Kieran's lateness tally hanging over our heads, everyone was doublechecking that their alarms were set.
For the record, tour manager Joe was 20 minutes late on the morning we left LA. That was pretty early in the tour for such a smear on his credibility when telling us to be on time for things.
"Okay seeya at 6am, guys."
"Yeah, sure, maybe you should sleep in the lobby this time."

Vancouver rained non-stop for the first 24 hours we were there, but thankfully our gigs were indoors. Not just any indoors: The Commodore Ballroom. That's the finest indoors this city has to offer. The first time we came to Vancouver we went and saw Gov't Mule* at the Commodore. It's such a nice, wide, high-ceilinged room to watch and play music in. On the watchin' front we had a different support act each night:
1. Hey Ocean. Awesome local naked-video-blogging band that we'll next see in Toronto, and they'll be with us up until Montreal.
2. Jon and Roy. We first ran into them in their hometown of Victoria, yesterday, and they'll be with us for eight shows, all the way to the ominously-named Thunder Bay.
It's always great to watch an awesome band before we go on.

Another thing that's awesome is playing Guitar Hero 2 on an Xbox 360 that refuses to save career information, with a guitar controller that won't allow downstrokes.  Actually, that's a pretty new experience for us backstage. The career mode not saving meant we were limited to the first 8 songs. But blasting through Cherry Pie on Expert is a great way to warm up for playing real music. Actually, now I think about it, upstrokes-only is kind of how my bass works.

Next: Whistler.

* a side-project of the Allman Brothers band, featuring Warren Haynes. If you want to read something awesome about the Allman Brothers, check out this story about Gregg Allman shooting himself in the foot (literally) to avoided being drafted.
Actuellement j'écoute:
Cherry Pie
Par Warrant
Date de publication : 2004-04-13
vendredi, novembre 13, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :  pressé
It felt like we had been descending for a long time.
The engines kept making these alarming revving sounds.
The landing gear was down.
I could still see nothing but clouds out the window.
Then the engines really got going again, the landing gear went back up, and it felt like we were ascending.
It was hard to tell. All we could see was the inside of the plane, with impenetrable cloud outside all the windows. But it just felt like we were going up.
So it seemed like we had missed the runway and had to go up and turn around and try again.
Yikes.
But I guess that's better than trying to land when you're going to miss the runway.
I should also mention it was one of those really small planes. You know, like a Pringles tin with wings.  Scary enough, before you bring catastrophic weather into the mix.

But we made it. Arriving in Canada was hilarious. Coming in to Los Angeles on Friday morning was quite an ordeal: hundreds of lanes open with thousands of people queuing up from all over the world, each having every imaginable combination of fingerprints collected.  But in Victoria, there were two (out of a possible two) counters open, and Joe (Villacrusis, our tour manager on this run) went up and did all the talking. Yeah, Canada is great.

Most of the venues we play at have toilets backstage. We operate on two beliefs:
1. that hydration is the key to suriving touring, and
2. that beer starts to go off when you open it.
Combine these two with the watermelon on the rider backstage, and pretty soon you have a whole stage full of dudes looking for a 32-bar gap where they can run to the toilets backstage. But tonight was one of the few times when we are at a venue whose construction did not involve toilets backstage. No. Those ones up the back of the venue, on the other side of the audience, should be enough.
So you head out on stage, hoping that this is just going to be one of those nights where you won't need to go. If you don't think about it, it will be fine.
Unfortunately, Murphy's Law comes into play, and what can go wrong will go wrong. Or is that Moore's Law?  No, that has something to do with toilet density doubling every two years.  Luckily for me, Danny took a pretty long drum solo. I had time to push through the (sold-out) crowd until it thinned out to the point where I could start running, all the way to the other end of the venue. I finished up at the urinal just when Danny came to the eye of the storm in his solo. I was gonna make it. Unfortunately, crowds of people are a lot more forgiving of people trying to get OUT rather than IN. So it took longer than I hoped. Apologies to anyone who had their toes trod on.  But I was amazed at how attentive the crowd was during the quiet bit of Danny's solo, when they weren't getting pushed out of the way by me.

Next: Vancouver.
vendredi, novembre 13, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :punctual
"How was the flight?"
"INCREDIBLE."
I never really know how to answer that question. One of the few situations in life where you are forced to sit still for fourteen hours, the flight between Melbourne and Los Angeles or vice versa has an amazing way of testing your mundanity threshold.

I've already watched two episodes of Family Guy. I'm getting a bit bored. Should I watch the Simpsons now? Nahh. If I watch two more episodes of the Family Guy, at least that will kill another forty minutes. Then I'll watch all the Simpsons episodes on here. Then if I watch Titanic three times we'll almost be there. Ugh. Kill me. Or at least punch me out cold.

Sleep is really the easiest way through it. But QANTAS always dangle coffee in front of you, and you know it's AMAZING. I'm serious about that. Try drinking the free economy class inflight coffee on ANY other airline. QANTAS really have it going on. As an added bonus, today they served the coffee with milk from a carton. REAL milk that needed to be refrigerated all the way here. I think it was Pura, from memory. That's a rung above UHT, which in turn is an enormous rung above the travesty of nature that is Non-Dairy Creamer. Vomit.

But it was all worth it. When we finally got out of the airport (albeit short of one keyboard and one trombone) it was a beautiful day in Los Angeles. Easily the nicest day we've experienced on tour in LA. Dammit, how is the weather so spectacular, when it's only about two weeks away from the start of winter? I'm starting to think that's why so many people want to live here.

But on to business: Kieran came up with an idea on the first day. Quite an excellent idea, one that I wish somebody had thought of years ago. We commonly agree to meet at a certain time. You know, "7 o'clock in the lobby," or, "be backstage at 10," or the like. But because we are musicians, somebody will always be running late. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but after a few weeks you start to think at least two things:
"Exactly how much time have I spent sitting around waiting for other dudes to get their shit together?" and
"Who is to blame for this?"
The Kieran Solution is that we keep track of who is the LAST person to arrive every time we meet up. The number of minutes they kept everybody waiting is added to the scoreboard. We haven't quite settled what happens to the "winner" at the end of the tour, but paying EVERYONE ELSE their total number of minutes in US dollars is starting to look like a nice disincentive to be late to things.

But Kieran's nervous. I saw him in the lobby twenty minutes before we were due to meet.
"What are you doing? Are you here already? Aren't we meeting at quarter past?"
"Yep. But I CAN'T be late."
"What are you going to do?"
"I dunno. Read my book I guess."

For the record, Jumps set the bar pretty high, at 23 minutes on the first day.

The gig was at the Troubadour. That's where side one of Donny Hathaway Live was recorded. I think that's why the audience's handclap participation was so good tonight. This room just brings it out of them.
(Check out the intro of "The Ghetto" (track two) to see what I mean.)

Next: back on the plane to head to Victoria, BC.
Actuellement j'écoute:
Live
Par Donny Hathaway
Date de publication : 1994-03-16
samedi, septembre 19, 2009 
Considering it's almost a year and a half since the last blog post, trying to tell you everything we've been up to since then would probably be futile.
But biting off more than you can chew is what this blog is all about, or was about back when it was getting posted on more regularly.
"C'mon Ryan, 'regular' is not really the right word in this situation. You wouldn't go to the doctor after not going to the toilet for a year and say, 'I haven't been as regular as I'd hoped', would you?" I can hear you saying.
Okay, I'll give you that, but let's get back to the point. It would be ridiculous to tell you everything we've been up to in the last 18 or so months. But I'm going to give it a shot. We finished the So Many Nights tour, the biggest, most ambitious run we've done around Australia, then rounded off the year kind of early at Easter with our set in the sweaty and at once dusty and muddy Crossroads tent at the Blues and Roots Festival in Byron Bay. I lost my shirt, in the most literal way possible: I haven't seen the shirt I wore at that gig since. Jumps laid waste to our trailer after discovering soy milk on the rider. The house we stayed at was broken into. Twice. The TV was taken right off the wall. After that gig, we took some time off. After seven years of almost non-stop work on the band, we parted ways and spent a few months doing all the things we each thought counted as "normal life". Studying. Reading. Spending time with people we know who we aren't in a band with. Travelling on trams. Getting places without being told to go there by a combination of verbal, email, and SMS reminders by a tour manager. Travelling without a double bass case. Playing a lot more music in other musical situations. It was at one of these situations that we all got in the same room again, some time in August. It's funny, it seemed like it had been years, even though it was only a few months. From then we got (kind of - it didn't involve gigging or touring, the backbone of our "work" usually) back to work on assembling Live On Earth. We'd always wanted to do a live album, and had carried, battled with, and misplaced recording gear all over the world to prepare for it. It all came together in the second half of that year, though it was clear Felix had a lot more patience for listening to the hundreds of hours of recorded shows. After about one hour of rehearsal spread out over a handful of days, we somehow decided we were ready for more gigs. As luck (and brilliant management) would have it, we had a killer slot lined up at Falls Festival later that week. What a coincidence! Our first gig back since Easter was shortly after Christmas, in front of thousands of people. It went by quickly, as those festival gigs (shorter than our indoor gigs) often do. Our second gig back was New Year's Eve at Falls Festival in Tasmania. The last couple of hours of 2008, I'm sure, I will never forget. Everybody headed out to the site (somewhere around an hour's drive out of Hobart, where we were staying) except for me. Think about how often in your life you are afflicted by something that requires you to stay within running distance of a toilet. Think about how much time we spend on stage. They're bound to overlap. It's a fact of life, and bizarre subset of life known as touring. So I stayed at the hotel for another hour or so, until the movement at the station was over. Hoss, our vigilant and diligent tour manager, left some car keys at reception. He had also given me specific directions: "Go towards the airport, straight across the roundabout, then you'll hit a T-intersection, etc…" He didn't really trail off like that, but for some reason I thought I knew where to go without really paying attention: we'd done it that many times. I wrongly assumed that
a) Tasmania is, more or less, rectangular
b) Hobart is in the middle of the bottom edge
c) the airport is halfway between Hobart and the bottom-right corner
d) the festival site is some way up the right side edge, and therefore
e) driving past the airport and turning left at the T-intersection would take me DIRECTLY TO WHERE I WANTED TO GO.
See? It's just a bunch of right angles. What could go wrong? I headed towards the airport. I went straight ahead at the roundabout. I turned left at the T-intersection. It wasn't until about 25 minutes later that I realised I hadn't seen any really obvious "FALLS FESTIVAL" signs, of which I remembered there were many every other time we'd played this gig. I pulled over. Did Hoss say to turn left or right at the intersection. I tried to call him, but I was in the middle of nowhere in Tasmania, and my phone politely informed me that if I really had to make a phone call, I'd be better off choosing a middle of nowhere slightly closer to somewhere else.

Okay, it's time for intermission. Or "set break" as we used to call them back when we did gigs with multiple sets. How are you all feeling? Still interested? Trust me, this is all leading somewhere. Let's pick up the action again in Tasmania.

To cut a long story slightly shorter: I drove through the gates to the backstage area as the band before us were playing their final song. Another five minutes in the wrong direction and it would have turned into a New Year's Eve to remember for all the wrong reasons. A few more gigs connected December with March, where we toured Australia again to celebrate the release of Live on Earth, our first proper tour back on the scene after our break, and our first tour ever to include our first gig ever in Frankston. That last bit was by chance really. The venue we planned to play was near Frankston, but some time between booking the gig and playing the gig, the venue somehow vanished into thin air. That was also a first, for us. At the end of June we headed off for our first UK/Europe run in 18 months. It began with a very annoying flying experience. We've seen a lot of those, but this was really something else. The story was told in greater detail (albeit in 140-byte-sized chunks) on Twitter, but basically we flew to Sydney, then straight back to Melbourne, then on to London. We we could have just stayed in Melbourne for ten hours to get the same flight. Oh, and most of our luggage got lost between Melbourne and Sydney. Terrifying. But not as terrifying as the crowds that turned up to our shows on that tour. Yikes. Well, we hadn't been there for so long. That explains most of it. After the tour we regrouped again, realised we really enjoyed the tour, and that we need some new songs. With new songs comes the recording of them in the form of a new album. And with the new album generally comes more touring with an increased focus on the songs written for the album for the tour. But we didn't have any songs. So we booked an unprecedented number of rehearsals and got to work. This is one of those rare occasions where "unprecedented" really is the most appropriate word: we are pretty sure we've never done this many rehearsals EVER, let alone in three months. But luckily this extended rehearsal time is punctuated with some gigs. The first of those was for a birthday party. Most people think we don't play weddings or birthdays anymore, and they would be right most of the time, but there are a few exceptions. We're more likely to do a wedding if you live in a country we would like to tour in the near future and are willing to fly us there. I'm serious about that one: our first US tour was only possible under those exact circumstances. And as for birthdays: it really helps if you are a city. Yep, we played a gig for the 150th birthday of Brisbane itself.
We've got a few video cameras now too. Really small ones that are so easy to use even we aren't having too much trouble. But the audio quality is pretty bad as soon as anything loud happens. So we won't be able to use any of the footage of actual playing-of-music. But look on the bright side: the gigs go for less than two hours. That leaves another twenty-two hours of stuff EVERY DAY that we can record and post online. So here is the first of our what-goes-on-on-tour videos, which we'll be doing pretty regularly over the next few months of writing/rehearsing/gigging/throwing cartons of soy milk. Happy Birthday, Brisbane!



Next: three Thursdays and a Friday in October at the Prince Bandroom.
mardi, mars 24, 2009 

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We have just completed a sold out national tour of Australia, and now are turning our thoughts to fans in other places. 

With 1500 tickets sold for our London show in the first 10 days of sales, we are looking forward to touring Europe in July. Looks like it’s going to be a BIG one!

North America is looking likely for November...stay tuned for more details.

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mercredi, mars 04, 2009 

Humeur actuelle :  doué

We have made a trailer for our new dvd LIVE AT THE BOWL which you can watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKuvO5fjDcQ&feature=channel


And...check out THE CHARIOT live at the Myer Music Bowl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HADggi7aE5c&feature=channel_page


Purchase the DVD ar www.thecatempire.com/market


Happy viewing!

jeudi, janvier 15, 2009 

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On February 21 we are releasing a Live CD (LIVE ON EARTH) and DVD (LIVE AT THE BOWL). Fans worldwide have created the demand for us to dig through our personal archive of footage to find the best live show recordings and footage. 

Anyway, on February 17 the Astor Cinema (Melbourne) is hosting a preview night for the DVD “Live At The Bowl”. This first public screening of the DVD includes footage from the 2008 concert at the Sidney Myer Music Bowl and also takes you backstage with the band. The big news is that we are going to be at the Preview night - to meet you guys and chat about the DVD and life in The Cat Empire. 

To win the chance for you and a friend to come to this event, tell us in 25 words or less why you are The Cat Empire’s Biggest Fan. You can also send in photos or attachments to prove it – or chocolates to our post office box to bribe us!

Email your entry to victoria@thecatempire.com

Include your name, email address, suburb, mobile number and entry

Winners will be advised on February 9!

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lundi, avril 28, 2008 

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We are very proud to announce the US release of our latest record, So Many Nights, which has just been released in the USA.


The album has already gone platinum in Australia.  We recorded it in Malibu, CA and in Melbourne after our USA tour last fall, and we really think the album marks a high point for the band, both in terms of performance and songwriting.

 

So Many Nights refers to the songs.  They're little vignettes from our travels, stories that got etched out in the back of a tour bus over the years.  We were keen to step beyond our regular party thing and were all ready to make something crafted, more musically solid.  There are still some solid party moments though, so old-school fans won't be disappointed!


Check out the new Empire mediaplayer to preview songs and video clips for "So Many Nights" and "No Longer There".

You can also embed the player in your Facebook or MySpace page to spread the word – click on "Get Your Own" and copy the code. You can also order it through iTunes or on Amazon.com.

 

We'll be following up soon with tour info, ringtones and contests.

 

Thanks for your support!

jeudi, février 21, 2008 

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