"All I had to do was walk on stage and open my mouth and let the curse of God roar through me. Floods, fire and frogs leapt out of my throat. Though I had no notion of that then, God was talking not just to me but through me, and his breath stank." Nick Cave, King Ink II.
The best band of the night for mine on the night was the Iwantja Band from the remote South Australia town of Indulkana. They didn't have the slick moves and showmanship of Papunya's Tjupi Band but they sure had their musical chops down.
Martin has the bad back that I should have from too many years of carrying black boxes around. Martin being back in Geelong reminds me of the last time we were there together - it was sometime in the summer of 1981-82 and we were doing a gig with the Laughing Clowns (he) and The Birthday Party (me) at the Eureka Hotel.
OK, I have a confession to make – years ago…too many years ago – Nick Cave was my boss. (That’s Nick with the pimples on the right) I’d first run into Nick in…oh, the late ’70s and early ’80s when his band The Boys Next Door did support gigs for The Sports, who I was […]