Tour Diary

Seven Million Mornings Tour
April 2011

In brief, highlights from the tour included:

- the Mexican Playboy cover girl that came to our show in Wollongong
- The medieval charge we did at Oxford Art Factory in Sydney, not being allowed to load our gear out the back door of the venue, we hid in the dark until security looked the other way and literally all ran at the door with hands full (fortunately getting most of our instruments out before being stopped and sent the long way round)
- The unexpected but very welcome sold out show Hobart was
- The dance floor erotica provided for us at our Brisbane afterparty at Alhambra Lounge
- Andrews discovery of putting his shoes in the fridge to eradicate the smell
- Simons crowd invasion in Byron Bay and subsequent groping he received
- The new swear words we were called in Byron at 5am when the whole hotel was still awake (mainly due to Gold Fields)
- The unexpected sold out show Canberra was & the mosh pit which soon turned ugly as girls in the front row were shoved into shards of broken glass all over the stage
- Wills first body-part signing in Perth
- Simons 8 meal eating fiesta in Adelaide
- Alex & Dave coming within seconds of missing our flight in Perth
- The new record of 5 trips Dave made to McDonalds in one day, and the subsequent whingeing we had to endure with his indigestion
- The doppelgangers we were officially renamed (unfortunately can’t list them here as we’re not overly joyed by most of them)
- Gold Fields, great band!

For the sake of human decency we can’t elaborate on most of those points…

USA Tour
March 2011

Pre Tour

Our first trip overseas with the band was always going to have an interesting start. After certain visa issues, we were told our passports were in the mail and on the way to us from the US Embassy in Sydney. The day before our flight to the US, they still hadn’t arrived and things were starting to get a bit tense. At 10pm the night before our flight, Simon decided to visit the Australia Post Alexandria sorting facility. Having just missed the truck carrying our passports to yet another sorting facility, he then headed off to Chullora in western Sydney, following our passports deeper into the catacombs of Australia Post and their confusing systems.  Arriving 5 minutes too late once again, this time the supervisor in charge called the truck driver with our mail in it, and he personally delivered our 6 passports to Simons house at 3am, 6 hours before our flight! So despite violating pretty much every rule in the Australia Post handbook, we couldn’t have done it without you, anonymous Australia Post employee, so thank you!

Las Vegas

Our first show in the USA was in Las Vegas, city of dreams and nightmares. We were greeted with a taste of the luxury and ease we’d never thought we’d experience but had kind of expected in a place like Vegas. As we waited for our chauffeur to carry our bags and instruments from the terminal to our awaiting black limousine, we had our first gamble on the slot machines next to the baggage carousel. Heading down the strip (some of us sipping on champagne), we saw our hotel in the distance, the giant glass pyramid of Las Giza with allegedly the world’s strongest light shining from its apex. We turned down the 6 twin-share rooms we were offered at the hotel, not really sure we could handle sleeping alone, and instead squashed into 2 larger rooms.

The following day we made our way down to the hotel pool, which was more like an oasis in the desert, for our gig. Our stage was set up next to the pyramid, and we got underway with preparing for our show, although somewhat distracted by the plastic surgery test dummies wandering around the pool pretending to be waitresses. As the sun came out in Las Vegas, so too did the biceps and the attitude, as we played one of our most unusual gigs yet, to a crowd of spring break revellers. We were received quite well however, despite our preconceptions, and headed off to make the most of our incredible private backstage room with its buffet & unlimited drinks.

Later that night we checked out some of the other casinos on the strip, most taken by The Venetian.  We were impressed with the indoor re-creation of the canals of Venice, but in absolute awe of St Marc’s Square, complete with campanile, pigeons, and ceiling that changed colour as we ate real Italiano pasta whilst the sun was setting, indoors. This didn’t really help the unusual time our bodies were running on, moving 4 time zones in as many days, and becoming very confused as to if we were inside our outside. With a 5am lobby call the next day for our flight to New York, which ended up being 4am as daylight savings changed on us unexpectedly, we turned in for the night.

Vegas transport

Backstage room in Vegas

Our gig at the Luxor

Venice?
New York

New York was where we headed for our next batch of shows, arriving in style in the only car we could fit into at the airport, a white stretch hummer. Surprisingly there isn’t actually much space in those things. We were impressed by the recession buster deals in every bar, like a beer and shot for $2, though we took it a bit far with Abortions, a nauseating mix of Kahluha and Baileys. We had some mean tacos, with Snack Dragon in the lower east side being our favourite, and partied in some bars like Arlenes, where The Strokes played their first ever gig. The Big Lebowski store in Greenwich was a real hit too. We were fortunate enough to play at The Bowery Ballroom, a bit of an institution in New York, as well as a gig in Williamsburg, in the middle of a scene we could really get used to, churning out bands like Grizzly Bear, Yeasayer & MGMT.

Subway times

Classic Time Square band photo

NY Transport!

Austin

Austin was abuzz with the kind of atmosphere you rarely get to experience. The streets were packed, the tacos were cooking and there was music coming from literally ever corner of the city. We kicked off our SXSW experience with a Daytrotter Session, recording a few live tracks in a backyard shed, which will be streamed online very soon. We were told some of the other bands recording that week included J Mascis & Surfer Blood, so we were in good company. Later that day we played our first real SXSW show, upstairs in a club usually reserved for Austin’s elite businessman, and similarly elite but beautiful girlfriends. This week however, this club was a make-do music venue, along with several hundred other assorted clubs, venues, bedrooms, sheds and alleys in town.
We dined that night at The Boiling Pot, a famous Austin eatery where you order seafood by the pound, and they literally dump the lobsters and crawfish and prawns on the table in front of you, where you dig in with your hands and watch your pile of shell refuse slowly grow. There was something primal yet romantic about the whole experience, reverting back to the days before we used knives and forks and plates and manners.

The following day we played a show with some other Australian bands, including The Jezabels and Washington, as well as some festival buzz bands like Twin Shadow & Cloud Nothings. The interesting thing we discovered this day at SXSW is how every band playing at the whole festival is on a very level playing field. You all have 10 minutes to set up and you all have half an hour to play your hearts out, and whether you’re the biggest or smallest band in your home country, you’re pretty much equal with every other band at SXSW. Later that day we saw our friends Little Red play down the road, as well as some other newer bands like Walk The Moon & Chapel Club.

Continuing with our foodies tour of America, we sampled yet another batch of trailer tacos, some of the best we’d tasted yet, probably due to our closer location to Mexico. That night we ate at The Ironworks Barbecue, Austin’s famous rib eatery, which we are told the Bush family owned for several generations until one son ruined the restaurant and the country. Standing in line for our ribs, we were greeted with a waiter obviously quite taken by the soup nazi and his impressive ordering system. Follow the guidelines or risk getting yelled at by a crazy Texan. Great ribs though.

Throughout our week in Austin, we also got to see Toro Y Moi, Atlas Sound, The Strokes, and Foster The People among others. I was impressed but also disturbed by a hip hop trio called Dominique Young Unique, and blown away by Little Dragon. And we listened to Odd Future from the street outside one of their shows, feeling sorry for their sound guy who was copping plenty of abuse from this ‘super’ group throughout their set. We finished off our trip to Austin with some legit southern seafood at Capt’n Benny’s, probably the worst decision of the trip yet.

Morning off in Austin

Tasty

Piles of refuse

Popeyes biscuit, bad decision

Best tacos

best ribs

Capn’ Benny’s, bad decision

Los Angeles

Flying into LA we hit the most intense turbulence we’ve experienced yet, which was obviously too much for some passengers, as the plane was escorted to the terminal by a team of Fire Engines and the passengers were rushed off the plane as soon as the doors were opened. Our final show on the tour was at The Echo in Los Angeles with the taciturn Fujiya & Miyagi. What we found most curious about LA was how beautiful yet retro the place is. It’s as though the city peaked architecturally in the 1970s, and these days all the diners and art deco buildings are just the norm. For the town that is home to the majority of the worlds celebs and entertainment industry, I guess you’d call it a bit of a retro future.  Our celeb spotting was relatively unsuccessful though, only spying Jack Nicholson (at the Lakers vs Suns basketball – which went intro triple overtime and was the most insane game ever!) and Cesar Millan, the dog whisperer walking one of his canines on Venice Beach.

We went to a Steel Panther concert, a band who seem to be heavily inspired by Spinal Tap, and who were actually incredibly sexist and racist (in a good way). Their interesting way with words didn’t seem to stop the majority of the female audience hopping on stage and showing everyone their wares. We also got to experience some of America’s finest television during a rainy day in LA, where reality TV has gone to a new extreme. Death Wish Removalist was one of our favourites, documenting how a poor removalist had to carry a couch up 5 flights of stairs, and Hard Core Pawn was another hit, though was probably not what most people expected it to be. We sampled some more of the local delicacies, including Wendy’s, In N Out Burger, Jack In The Box & Taco Bell, although by the end of the trip I think we’d all lost the ability to tell if we were hungry, just eating because we could.

LA Accom

Margaritas LA style

Victory!

Chili Dawg

Ridiculous game (triple overtime)

In N Out Burger, good decision

St Jerome’s Laneway Festival
February 2011

The first stop on this years’ St Jeromes Laneway Festival was post-flood Brisbane. It was an exceptionally hot day and the crowd was unhinged, ready to dance themselves silly. We played our show on the only stage still in an actual laneway on the whole festival circuit, and it was pumping. Simon went crowd surfing half way through our set, ended up somewhere towards the middle of the laneway before he was shot back through everyone’s hands, coming within an inch of his head being driven into a brick wall. Al handed his microphone into the crowd for our last song and the excited guys in the front row screamed so loudly they blasted one of the speakers on the stage. On our way out of the festival our instruments sustained some injuries as the police wrestled one excited party-goer to the floor.

Our trip to Melbourne included a couple of bonus hours stuck on our plane, sitting on the tarmac at Melbourne airport, waiting for the place to be reopened to allow us to walk the 30 metres to the terminal. We had a fun set on a dreary Melbourne day and got to meet a lot of the other bands on the tour. James from Violent Soho pretended to be me in one interview, Dave our percussionist freaked out when he met Ariel Pink (who in turn freaked out), and Simon spoke production with Moses from Deerhunter for most of the day.

Waking on Sunday morning in Melbourne for our 7am flight back to Sydney, it seemed that Dave was missing. A few calls later and he was on his way to the airport, lost and confused and still asleep. It was a perfect scene later that day when we caught Dave & Ariel Pink playing tether tennis back stage together, two lost minds struggling to hit one ball on a piece of string.

A few days later and we were off to Adelaide for the smallest of all the Laneways. We played to a gratifying crowd, and enjoyed watching some of the other bands including Warpaint & The Antlers. Alex & Dave sung our plane to sleep later that night on the way to Perth with their rendition of Hey Jude.

The Perth festival was a great end to the tour. All the bands got together for a ‘class photo’ which you’ll no doubt see somewhere soon. It was a wild evening, where Alex & Andrew both became passionately acquainted with Tim from Les Savy Fav, Michael from Violent Soho gave us all a performance of his favourite Disney songs, and on the way to the afterparty, Andrew received a ‘Move On Order’ from the police who banned him from a whole city block for 12 hours, some of the most ridiculous policing we’ve ever encountered. A good end to a great tour!

Airport hours

Brisbane Laneway

Backstage warming up

The dream team before Sydney Laneway

Excess baggage

“Post Paradise” Tour
Week 4
November 2010
We started this week at The National Hotel in Geelong where your feet stick to the carpet and the beer is served kind of warm, but everyone always comes back for more. It was a great time of year to be in town, we gave about 5 birthday shout outs to the crowd, with everyone in a celebratory mood!
The following day we headed to Melbourne where it was a beautiful sunny day, and we spent most of the day trapped inside doing interviews. In one particular interview we decided to disguise ourselves with horrible wigs, which managed to deceive one particular interviewer (who shall remain anonymous) into thinking we were the from the Brady Bunch Movie. We had a wild night at the East Brunswick Club where Melbourne came out to play.
On Saturday we made our way to Adelaide, whittling down the hours by discussing such things as catching flies and turning them into pets (Andrew was the expert – apparently you put them in the freezer for a few minutes, they hibernate giving you time to tie some string around them before thawing the fly out in the sun) and why the specials on the menu at lunch weren’t special enough to make the actual menu.
After our show at Jive Bar in Adelaide, we headed into the desert with our tour bus driving along an 80km dead-straight stretch of road, spending the following night at Lake Mungo, a thousand kilometres from anything. We became one with nature, seeing baby kangaroos and emus, nearly running over geckos and blue tongue lizards, and setting up our bongos and congas in the middle of a 40,000 year old dry lake home to the worlds oldest human remains. However it wasn’t long until our musical creations started sounding like Midnight Oil, and we packed up and moved on. All in all, it was an inspiring few days and a great way to finish our tour!

Will in his Brady Bunch wig

Andrew enjoying food on the road

Hide & Seek in a wheat field

Lake Mungo

Firewood in the tour bus

Life as a band on the road

Week 3
November 2010
This week we made our way down to Canberra for the first time in 6 months. Our show began with an over enthusiastic audience member nearly punching Simon in the face with his interpretive dancing, but fortunately Simons reflexes were up to speed and he managed to duck and weave in time. We had a great night with a really ebullient crowd, and topped it off with a $60 spending spree at McDonalds on the way back to Sydney.
The following night in Wollongong we made a trip to the local RSL for a quick meal before the show. We’d forgotten the formal dress code of such venues and were made to realise just how dishevelled we must have looked, feeling like we were back at high school being made to tie back tousled hair, do top buttons up on shirts and tuck everything into jeans!
Our Sydney album launch was the following night at the Gaelic Theatre, where once again we were faced with a near death experience. A massive tree fell over in the middle of the road outside the venue sometime between myself driving past the venue and parking around the back! We had a great time backstage with some leftover props from a party earlier that week, and really enjoyed our show, with a rowdy and energetic crowd, whilst Papa vs Pretty were incredibly tight in support once again.

Dave (our percussionist) enjoying the tree outside the Gaelic Club

Gnoming backstage

Souping backstage

Backstage disco

Week 2
November 2010
We headed to Perth this weekend for One Movement For Music, a big music festival and industry conference. Still adjusting to the heat and time zone differences, Alex & Andrew decided to have a $35 steak each at 3am, at Perth’s famous all night diner Fast Eddy’s which we’d be warned not to visit. We woke up early and decided to have a sauna at our beautiful hotel and all nearly fainted with heat stroke. We played at the festival along with bands like Parades, Ben Kweller, Cloud Control & Delta Spirit. Kweller & his band did an incredible cover of the Boys II Men song “I’ll Make Love to You” which managed to capture every sweaty dancing body in the place.
Arriving back in Sydney, just about to hop into a cab and Andrew realised he’d grabbed the wrong bag from the carousel at the airport. He managed to find the owner of the bag, as well as the girl who had mistakenly taken his bag, and became involved in bag trafficking around Sydney for the rest of the night.

Andrew & Al’s 3am feast

Week 1
October 2010
During winter, I’d always wondered what people did with themselves who live on the coast. It’s much too cold for the beach, fishing, jumping off big rocks into a lake, burnouts in the surf club carpark, or whatever else people do on the coast. We kicked off our tour at Coaster Festival in Gosford where it became clear what the male population of the central coast had been up to over winter– hitting the gym. Hard. The Australian festival uniform of cut offs and a singlet was still a popular choice with plenty of oversized biceps thrown in the mix. I was feeling pretty inadequate after my winter hiding indoors. We got to hang backstage with our friends Hungry Kids of Hungary & Cloud Control, and were lucky enough to involve ourselves in that favourite festival pasttime of hiding some ‘fence jumpers’ from the police, even coming close to swapping shirts with some punters.
We played at the Beach Road Hotel in Bondi a few days later, which is always a fun night, and we re-learnt the importance of a good meal before a show. We all ordered some of the ‘specials’ from the pub menu, but the chef had decided he was sick of them, and they’re not so special after all, serving us some improvised dishes of his own choosing. Which didn’t sit too well with the majority of our stomachs.
On Friday we launched our album at Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast, where our percussionist Dave was a casualty of commerce, falling in love with a Red Bull promo girl. She was so successful we caught him drinking about three Mother energy drinks the next day. With a fun crowd who couldn’t keep their feet still, we stuck around after the show for some ciders, which we ended up regretting after being woken at 6am by an army of kids at the family oriented club med hotel we were staying at. It explained the cheap accommodation anyway.
The next night we played at The Troubadour in Brisbane to an attentive and bubbly crowd. Any bands who have played at this venue will know how treacherous the back load-in stairs are, particularly in a torrential downpour where they become quite daunting, 3 stories high above a solid concrete carpark, slippery, wet and with a very low railing. We survived to tell the tale. Although there was flashbacks of myself crashing our tour van in the lane behind the venue, however this time I glided it in like a glove.

Andrew enjoying festival food

Simon enjoying festival food!

Andrew dancing at the airport

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“Golden Sky” Tour

Melbourne
12 June 2010
We spent a few fun days in Melbourne before our show at the John Curtin Hotel. We filmed the new video clip for Golden Sky, dancing around in a green room all day, and spent a day doing press shots where Andrew was incredibly sick with food poisoning, running to the bathroom every 15 minutes. We did some photos for the Friday afternoon edition of Mx in Melbourne, and were asked later that day why Andrew was wearing makeup and none of the rest of us were. Apparently he looked very waxy and pale!
We spent many hours at our new favourite restaurant, Claypot King on Swanston Street, as well as sampling some of the delicacies at Borsch, Vodka & Tears in Prahran. Some of us met with the local constabulary for throwing McDonalds snack wraps around, though managed to put it down to World Cup fever and were let off. Melbourne was as fun as it always is, and the gig was no exception, where we enjoyed local band En Tout Cas, and Ernest Ellis once again putting on a great show. Thanks to everyone who came out and saw us, we know its hard to get off the couch in these winter months, but we appreciated it and hope we warmed you up!

Brisbane
4 June 2010
Fortunately we could fit into my soccer mum’s car for this leg of the trip. Unfortunately we were stuck with adult contemporary tunes for the 12 hour drive to Brisbane. And then 12 hours back again. I never realised how irritating Dido is, or how repetitive Toni Braxton is. In fact, silence has never sounded so good! We arrived in Brisbane late in the night and decided to go for one quiet beer, culminating many hours later at karaoke with Al singing Brisbane his favourite Whitesnake tracks, and Andrew pretending he knew the lyrics to Benny & The Jets. We’d lined up the Coldplay track Viva La Vida for Dave our percussionist but he was conveniently absent when his name was called out.
The next day we paid a visit to 4ZZZ, our favourite Brisbane radio station. The idea was to promote our new single Golden Sky, though our visit was untimely as the station seemed to have misplaced the track! Fortunately we could play it through Simons phone instead. 10 seconds into the track his phone started ringing, although only briefly, which was lucky for our manager who was on the other end and probably didn’t want her conversation relayed across Brisbane on the radio.
We had enough time in the afternoon to visit the incredible Ron Mueck exhibition at GoMA and our favourite record store, Rockinghorse Records on Albert St.
Our show that night was another experience in itself. We arrived at the venue and did the usual thing of sitting around with the support bands. We were feeling a bit thirsty and decided to help ourselves to some beers behind the bar. Unbeknownst to us we were being filmed the whole time, and soon enough the manager and a contingent of bouncers arrived and escorted us and our friends Ernest Ellis from the venue. We accepted our punishment, we agree we were being naughty, however when we were told we weren’t allowed back into the venue at all that night, that our night was over, we started to get a bit worried! We were close to setting up our instruments on the street outside to play for anyone who was there to see us, when our to apologies hit multiple figures and we were allowed back in. With 2 minutes to prepare ourselves, it ended up being a fun although slightly enervating evening. Sorry to Ernest Ellis and The Honey Month for not being able to enjoy your show, as we were on the street outside apologising at the time!

Sydney
29 May 2010
Our show in Sydney was the first time we’d headlined a show in our home city in almost 2 years. We can’t believe its been that long, and it was a great feeling to be playing to our friends and fans again after all this time, and with all our new songs which we love showing off to everyone! A relatively uneventful night in terms of dilemmas (which are the interesting things to write about), which basically means the night ran smoothly and was a great success! Sorry to Oxford Art Factory for setting off the fire alarm at the back doors after the show, innocent mistake!

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Bluejuice “Ain’t Telling The Truth” Tour

Week 6
5 May – 9 May
The final week on the road with Bluejuice was full of the usual mishaps. Will lost his wallet in Adelaide, then found it on the street. Andrew lost his jacket in Adelaide (the third jacket collectively lost on this tour). We left our merch behind in Fremantle. Dave our percussionist left a bag behind in Fremantle. Al lost his wallet in Bunbury. And we all lost our flight back to Sydney, though amazingly it wasn’t because of our own stupidity, being cancelled the day before. Will was abused in an elevator at Adelaide airport and nearly got in a fight with a granny. And both Bluejuice and us managed to get kicked out of Amplifier Bar on the last night of the tour, after just playing a sold out show at the Capitol due to some insanely unexplainable and irate bouncers. We also spent an afternoon at the Little Creatures Brewery in Fremantle, had a swim in the ocean at Bunbury, and enjoyed the sights and sounds of pre-dawn Perth on a Sunday morning. A beautiful way to end the tour!

Week 5
28 April – 2 May
This week began with the continuance of Dave’s eating policy, “if it doesn’t have a neon sign outside I’m not interested”. In Wollongong, Chad (our Tour Manager) brought the irony by showing off his karate moves on some girls’ head backstage for attempting to run off with one of Bluejuices’ karate outfits. We visited some of New South Wales’ natural wonders, including the Three Sisters in Katoomba, and the Big Potato in Robinson. In Bathurst we did some laps of Mount Panorama in our 12 seater, driving for the Avis Rental Car Team and nearly rolled the van. Al ended up with another mysterious black eye, this time from stacking and then demolishing all the furniture in our hotel room while the rest of us carved it up on the dance floor in the Oxford Tavern.

Week 4
23 April – 26 April
Week 4 began in Brisbane. We took it easy at our favourite pub under the Story Bridge, had a fun night at the Hifi and managed to clean our hotel out of room service nachos (before Bluejuice could order any). The next night in Coolangatta began with some interpretive dancing in our hotel room with Dave nearly being put out of action after sticking his hand into a moving fan, and Andrew going midnight shopping at 7Eleven in his underpants much to the dismay of anyone awake in downtown Cooly. We spent Anzac day in Byron Bay, beginning with Simon supposedly being stung by a box jellyfish, followed by some fish balls for breakfast from a local restaurant. We got into the spirit of Anzac Day by having sushi for lunch, and ended the night upstairs at the Great Northern, rolling on the floor with some local free spirits.

Week 3
15 April – 18 April
After a brief sojourn to Canberra, we visited the beautiful Tasmania. We all fell in love with the place, sampling most of the local delicacies. Will made himself violently ill from eating 1kg of fresh strawberries, Simon made himself more pleasantly sick from eating 20 teppanyaki mushrooms, and Dave had some more snack wraps. We enjoyed the peacefulness of this state, particularly in Launceston where our serene accommodation was located above the Hotel New York which stays open as the loudest nightclub in Tasmania until 8am…

Week 2
7 April – 11 April
The next leg of the trip was one for Dave our percussionist, who experienced life lessons all over the place. After managing to find himself lying on the footpath being kicked in downtown Albury at 2am, it was up to Simon and Al to come to his rescue. Life lesson 1 – don’t curl up in a ball when trouble is near. When he nearly put his back out the next night in Geelong moving his congas on stage, he learnt another lesson – Lift from the knees. And after nearly fainting in Ballarat, Dave learnt his final lesson – McDonalds snack wraps do not amount to a fully balanced diet. We enjoyed bacon flavoured vodka in Melbourne, some more street violence, and topped it off with cutting a bald patch in Will’s head to remove some misplaced chewing gum.

Week 1
31 March – 4 April
Our first week on the road in over a year was a fast paced event centered largely around our tour van. Steam coming from our engine, we rolled into Armidale with a completely dry petrol tank for the first night of the tour. 5 minutes after our arrival, Jake from Bluejuice reversed into our van managing to dent both bands’ rides. A few nights later whilst driving through the central coast, we were inspired to visit the Morriset Mental Asylum. This 2am trip along a dirt road, through the untamed Australian bush with nothing but hordes of kangaroos for company and the screams of patients undergoing shock therapy was in part inspired by the soothing sounds of Wolf Eyes, whom our tour manager turned us on to. On the brink of insanity ourselves, the petrol guage once again below empty (we’re lazy), the van struggling out of a pot hole and the kangaroos working as a team edging ever closer, we managed to make it out alive. This inspiring trip helped prepare us for Doyalson on the NSW central coast, a town synonymous with good times and knuckle sandwiches. We managed to ding the van again, this time on a pole in a carpark whilst showing off how good our turning circle was.

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