StopPress 17 – Jan

No
Thinking goes to Peru!
28.1.05 – Stop Press correspondent Chris Kay is
seen here lounging in front of Machu Picchu, Peru’s premier
tourist trap, resplendent in his No Thinking T-shirt. Puts one
in mind of a competition to see what exotic places you can come
up with to feature the NT Tee. What would be a suitable prize?
Let me ponder that and other relevant details – but in the meantime,
Chris had a serious point to make. The Grape Grazing gig at
the Lillydale Estate Winery advertised as being on the Sunday
the 20th in the last mail-out, is actually on the Saturday the
19th. The gig guide has been modified already, but another mail-out
is in order..

Those
LWTTT photos just keep on coming..



1)
Barrie drifts off to sleep in Mike’s embrace 2) Bill applies
the screws to Kevin Borich


3)
Lobby wonders whether photography will catch on
Barrie
McAskill rattles the cage
27.1.05 – Some of our more venerable readers
will remember Barrie McAskill with affection
from the early ’70s in Melbourne. I forgot to mention it at
the time, but on the last leg of the LWTTT tour in Sydney, Barrie
popped in to say hullo to a few of his old mates. He also sent
me the shot of Bill in action with Kevin Borich
– Bill was the unofficial masseur for the whole LWTTT cast and
crew, but never received credit for his work on the LWTTT CD
or DVD. Or, at least, I don’t think he did. I’ve never
actually watched and/or listened to them. In any case, now you
know, that’s another thing you can hassle Bill about – he’d
love to hear from you..

Well, I won’t do that again!
I’ve successfully managed to eliminate all evidence, (bar the
addendum to the Pith & Wind column), of the last issue of
the Bloody Newsletter (Issue#12)! How did I do that, you ask?
Well, suffice to say, I won’t indulge in the nectar of the gods
before doing something technical again. If anyone has kept a
record of it, please send me a copy. Otherwise, I regretfully
cannot reproduce the said issue in the archives. Bugger + a
ream of other less savoury expletives..

A
New Year begins..



1)
The idyllic scene on the Marlo Hotel balcony 2) Mike with Dave
Kealy from the Correctional Services in
Sale



3)
Trish Veitch (right) and friends hide in a corner 4) A delightful
message from a girl too young to be my daughter

So,
that was New Year’s Eve..
2.1.05 – Fortunately there was the gig in Mallacoota
on the Wednesday to balance the ledger, otherwise I’d be even
more depressed. Mallacoota was like a homecoming, with an
expectant audience that knew what Spectrum was all about –
and who weren’t afraid to let us know that they knew. My only
disappointment was that I didn’t get to speak to Barry
McCullough, with whom I had been in touch per
e-mail and who had been touting the gig on local radio.
Suffice to say that we enjoyed the gig hugely, and the next
day cruised dreamily around Mallacoota soaking up the kudos
from people who’d seen us the night before.
And then there was the NYE gig at the Marlo Hotel. The pub
itself is beautifully situated (see pic) and the
room wasn’t bad either, but ‘our’ audience was frightened
away by the influx of teenage kids who couldn’t care less
about who we were and what we were playing – apart from we
weren’t playing anything they recognised – and who just wanted
to get as out of it as possible as loudly as possible in the
shortest possible time.
A few stalwarts braved the mayhem, but it was an irresistible
tsunami of teenage angst that prevailed and we were made to
feel totally irrelevant. As I counted up the less than expected
night’s takings, I snarled to Bill and Robbo that this was
positively the last NYE I would bother playing at, making
it my first New Year’s resolution I s’pose.
I’ve
already had some correspondence about this gig – check the
Correspondence
page