Thursday, 28 April 2011
Friday, 22 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Busked in Berry in the late evening and got a few tips and dinner. Then moved onto a bar for an impromptu show for beers and a bed.
Sunday, 17 April 2011
None of us felt like playing but there's not much else to do. Either that or sit in the tent. Some rugby players pulled us in a pub and were all half cut so an enthusiastic audience. We camped in the back of the pub, near the mad homeless guys lair it turned out and his mad utterances were heard occasionally. Had a shower in the hotel in the morning. First ina few days
Saturday, 16 April 2011
Thursday, 14 April 2011
While fixing it on the side of the road, Michelle, a lady with a holiday home in the area, came over and offered us all a house to stay in, instead of camping.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
In the morning we did yoga on the beach and then swam in the sea. All the cycling and sea air and quiet small towns means no night life so we're often in bed by 9 and then up at 5.30 with the sunrise. Makes you feel great.
Busking was good outside Woolworths in Morya. I called up Jeff, a local busker and protest singer who Matt, the manager of the mini-golf (and an ex-muso) put us in contact with. He came out and told us about a place to camp. Congo, a surf spot between two national parks nearby. I dumpster dived for dinner outside Woolies, and he took us over there in his van. We swapped songs and he gave us busking tips.
Sunday, 10 April 2011
We're starting to gel as a band and the set has lots if highlights, including Alec's French rapping and Rory's keyboard solo. We've already got a catalog of songs, hope we can record in Sydney.
Busking is good fun. People don't know quite what to make of it. It's an eccentric act.
It's all a bit full-on though, always hustling and pushing. It takes effort to tune off. Mini-golf was good and I played in a pool tournament. But mostly it's music music cycling music.
No idea where we're going to be tomorrow. Just heading north.