I've been crazy busy. In a good way too. The bars been jumping silly over the last few weeks. All manner of rockstars have paraded thier wares for the good people of Ballafornia, who generally have attended in good numbers. Its been an interesting cross section of the Oz music industry, from battle scarred veterans to preening prima donnas.
One act was a duo, currently very hot property. They project a hippyish whimsy, with childlike vocals and imagery. Touring with an entourage of partners and friends there was a lot of bare feet and chewing on carrots. And they were a fucking nightmare to deal with. Passive aggressive, demanding and unreasonable, its fascinating how much a bands image can be at variance with their reality. Coupled with a generous dram of incompetence on behalf of a couple of their employees (tripping the three phase by stacking a bass drum against a circuit breaker. Seriously.) I don't think I've ever been happier to see the back of a act.