Tamworth!

I suppose its time to update this thing!

I know its been a while (sorry, mum), I'm really bad at this whole writing semi regularly thing. I suppose its time to update this thing! To be fair, its difficult to muster up the energy to blog when the temperature is between 35 and 41. And we were far too busy during tamworth festival, which I shall now tell you about.

I did actually attempt to keep a day by day record of what occured that week but I abandoned that after day 1. So as you already know, the reason we were there was due to our quite unintended stalking of the Hillbilly Goats, who took us under their wings and let us sell CDs and merch for them for the week. We stayed with them in their glorious rented house which had air conditioning and helped them with not only carrying all their stuff from gig to gig (they have a whole lot of stuff) but also promoting them by handing out cards to the thousands of grey nomads that decend into Tamworth to get their Country Music fix. A typical day during the week would consist of two shows, usually 3hrs each and usually in a pub, sometimes on the outside public stages. The audience was all seated, and often strangely stern looking, although even if they looked like they hated it, they still sat there for the full three hours.

The goats themselves are some of the nicest people we've met, despite their clear need for some form of psychiactric intervention. Also, Wild Bill the man from from the bush who rocks up to be their roadie sometimes is the nicest man with no teeth that we've ever met.

I never listen to country music, but the week opened my eyes and taught me many things. Firstly, the majority of country songs are about wimmin', murderin', or trains. Secondly, the hats are no joke. Everyone loves a hat, people here will happily join a queue that stretches round the block to get a $2 Toyota branded hat. Thirdly, if you ever want to make a living making music, country is where its at because old people always buy the CD.

One of the bands we were introduced to turned into our new best friends and current housemates (2 of them anyway) Catfish Voodoo! An exceptionally talented Chicago Blues Band who all rock fancy pants 3 piece suits and are very good at what they do, which is namely rocking everyones socks off. We danced a lot with them and had lots of fun and will continue to do so as we currently reside in their back garden in Melbourne. Hurray! I will probably write a bit more about them later on, as there are many stories to be told (like how Benny hid a tupperware pot full of his own hair under Jordans bed for the last couple of years in retaliation for some  argument they had about tupperware. He still tops it up every time he cuts his hair, I saw it with my own eyes. The worst bit is that Jordan knows about it and hes fine with it being there. All the time. A small pot of ginger hair just festering under his bed.)

Anyway, i'll update again soon, Mum, don't worry, I'm still on it.


Right thats it. Its taken me like 2 weeks to write this due to laziness and the heat, its now 11pm and still stupidly hot all I have been doing today is sweating in a darkened room next to a large fan. its no way to live.