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Touch me, I'm sick!

Getting to the concert venue, this time on the correct day, beers were purchased and deck chairs plonked into while we watched the world go by waiting for the gig to start. Eventually, the mighty Beasts of Bourbon rocked up, and as members started to wander up to the bar (inevitable, really) James and I harassed them for photos in true fan-boy style. The guitar player, Charlie Owen, had the attitude of 'yeah, sure, whatever, now I'm getting beer' which is fair enough really. Next, the bass player, Brian Hooper, come over and I was really impressed with how willing he was to chat and find out about us and what we were doing so far from home.

Soon thereafter the gig started, with the Italians having no idea what to make of this band that opened cans of beer and piffed them as high as they could into the crowd and dropped a mic stand on a security guard. Being support, the set lasted 1/2 hour and then they went off and Mudhoney started a wicked show soon thereafter. Spencer P. Jones from the Beasts was dragged on stage some time late into the first set and the crowd raised it's collective eye-brow, as with a guitar thrust into his hands, Mr. Jones jammed out the most horrendously bad solo it has ever been my misfortune to hear. Between Mudhoney's second and third encore (if we demand it back home, we too will get 3 encores), James and I found Spencer and Brain for another photo op and it became clear why this solo was so bad: Spenser was so drunk he could barely stand, and was ill-impressed to have Brian carrying on in one ear about how proud we all are of this bloke doing a PhD in physics, bright flashes of light going off in front of him, and the bloke on the other side asking him to look forward. Later we got ahold of the drummer, Tony Pola, who excitedly enquired "Are you blokes... Australian?!?" and was really happy to chat, and we grabbed Tex as he strolled past, also hammered off his scone. One would be disappointed if it weren't so, really.

Now, as to all those ladies who want to 'climb that man like a monkey', having his manky unwashed hair pressed against one's flesh is... ummm... not the best. But, good photos ensued and it was really nice to find the band friendly and happy to chat with strangers.

5am train back to Padova and Turin adventures ended.

The Padova gallery is updated, with exciting photos of the idol the physics locals worship: Calypso the coffee machine.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 22nd, 2007 09:13 am (UTC)
Re: Touch me, i'm sick - the incriminating photo evidence
So now that you've been touched up by Tex, and stood upon the pastel threshold of the gates of hell, how many things left on your list of things to do before you die?
Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Touch me, i'm sick - the incriminating photo evidence
Just the Nobel Prize and the conquest of some small nation now. I'll surely meet Shatner in hell.
Jul. 22nd, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
Killer :D
Jul. 23rd, 2007 12:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Dude...
So, what's this boating adventure you're having as we speak?
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