VICTORDOG UNDERIOUS
I have a new favorite bar in Sydney: Baron’s. No, I don’t wish to keep this a secret. You can go there, and there’s no way to fuggit up. In King’s Cross…don’t worry, it’ll find you. I was there all three nights I spent in Sydney…once til closing…but the damn thing doesn’t seem to close…it’s like the lid on Bill Rieflin’s Powerbook…which often has a mango on it.
The second show in Sydney, for the record, was a stürmer…one of my favorites of the tour, my fave audience of the Aussie tour so far…tough one to beat. After hours, at Baron’s, natürlich, I was reunited with my secret life partner Matt Downey, of the band ‘Matt Downey’…also…many friends…Darryl Mather, brainfather of the Orange Humble Band, was kind enough to take my mom and stepdad around town yesterday…big chance to meet the Hustons at the Annandale show…
Enjoyed an evening of relative cool in Melbourne last night…and power luncheoned with Scott McOi and my new boss starting next week, Wally EvenMeanie… I feel, well, despite the lack of sleep (southern hemisphere seems to have that effect on me)…I feel damn fine. Like the canary that finally ate the cat for a change.
Superhuman feat of the week: played 2nd Sydney show; managed to steal my friends away from Nasty, Nasty techno club to my local (um, again, that name is BARON’S), stayed there til…just shy of too late to mention without legal eagles getting involved…somehow it was 6am when I got to my hotel, and was up at 8.45 readying myself for 9am tennis match with stepdad…1.2 hours and I at least took a couple of games off him! He’s a monster tho’. Fell asleep during subsequent phoner however. Don’t think anyone noticed…and it makes gives you the heroin chic vibe, passing out in front of journo’s.
Almost stage time…
Love
KS
Melbourne
