I’m on tour with the big Paul Kelly/ Neil Finn adventure.
So far so good. Neil’s playing a lot of piano and organ, so i get to do a bunch of classic Neil Finn/Crowded House/Split Enz stuff on guitar.
I’ve had worse jobs. I’m using a lot of vibrato to get a kind of eighties new wave sound
This pedal contains the sexiest vibrato ever. You can sound like the Cure or The Edge or The XX or Steve Malkmus even
anyway we are doing a bunch of mega shows to thousands of people. It takes a while for me to adjust to this kind of thing because i usually talk my way into a good show, not just stand there and play. But obviously it’s not my gig so i just hide behind my hair. There’s a fine line between being unassuming hair guy and looking like you’re posing. So i try and smile to no one in particular and do the odd uncoordinated move so people find me heart warming rather than fucked. I tripped over my wah pedal and almost fell over in front of Neil’s piano during a ballad last week. The sort of move that endears you to the haterz.
This is me working on my self effacing look today after i woke up in my insane hotel room deep inside the Toaster at Circular Quay
Today i’m at a winery in Armidale. We have seven hours to kill before the show and the hills look like they are full of magic mushrooms. I’ve got PK to lock me in an empty band room until the gig starts.
Just to be safe. Otherwise i get experimental on mushrooms and sometimes retain fluid, giving me a puffy semi gothic vibe
Here’s a shot from the Palais last week after a fungal mishap