If I ever write my memoir, it will start like this (read it in a Bogart accent):
"It was a dark, moonlit night at Nanga Festival. I was huddled behind a bushland concert venue. The eucalypts were still and eerie in the half-light.
Inside the building I heard deep male voices, performing a strange, troubling and oddly thrilling version of The Teddy Bear's Picnic.
It was time.
As I zipped up my golden, furry bearsuit, and prepared to storm the stage (to be later tempted off with a cookie), I reflected on how different life had become, since I first met the Spooky Men."
I'm in WA with Ryan, and have been doing some gigs supporting the Spooky Men of the West ... gigs with unexpected fringe benefits. Doing a gig is already pretty good. But doing a gig AND I get to wear a bear suit? Priceless.
There were many great adventures over on the UK Spooky Tour, which everyone is almost now back from. The blokes were amazing, and very well-received in England, Scotland and Wales. My gigs went well too. Fave moments included singing Brocklevoons with the Spooky Men and having a whole hall of 150 people jumping up and down, and also seeing the marvellous countryside in Wales. Also loved getting the news that Brocklevoons won a Grand Prize in Session 1 of the Children's Section of the John Lennon Songwriting Contest.
It was all awesome over there, but I'm happy to be back in Australia, writing again and staying in one place for a while. How happy? This happy:
cheers and cookies
Kate
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Lancaster
Have arrived in Lancaster to an unexpected problem. The 436 steaks bought for dinner have been inexplicably devoured. Meat crumbs litter the luggage compartment. It's a total mystery.
Banchory
There was no sign of the Loch Ness monster, and so we piled back into the Spooky Van and headed to Banchory.
Aside from some strange rumblings and banging noises coming from the luggage compartment, the trip was pleasant and uneventful, and we had a terrific gig.
Now we're heading south.
Aside from some strange rumblings and banging noises coming from the luggage compartment, the trip was pleasant and uneventful, and we had a terrific gig.
Now we're heading south.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
UK tour
Awesome UK trip so far ...
• we stayed in a castle at Kinnersley
• sang in a giant yurt in the gardens of said castle ... Kate's first UK gig, yay!
• camped in tents in a London backyard
• ate a giant silver cake shaped like a tool that a host had baked in honour of the Spooky Men
• have met buckets of interesting people, including a lady who once shared a taxi with Kurosawa, and a former deep sea diver
• held divining rods at Avebury Circle and found something (maybe moles)
• had very merry times in the Spooky bus
• and are currently trying to see the asteroid shower through a blanket of clouds in Cornwall.
Ryan says he thinks he saw a shooting star this evening, but it may have been a moth. Further info will be supplied as the drama unfolds.
The Spooky Men are doing awesomely, and have had brilliant and enthusiastic receptions all over the UK. We are all currently on tour break, and my next gig is in a week or so.
• we stayed in a castle at Kinnersley
• sang in a giant yurt in the gardens of said castle ... Kate's first UK gig, yay!
• camped in tents in a London backyard
• ate a giant silver cake shaped like a tool that a host had baked in honour of the Spooky Men
• have met buckets of interesting people, including a lady who once shared a taxi with Kurosawa, and a former deep sea diver
• held divining rods at Avebury Circle and found something (maybe moles)
• had very merry times in the Spooky bus
• and are currently trying to see the asteroid shower through a blanket of clouds in Cornwall.
Ryan says he thinks he saw a shooting star this evening, but it may have been a moth. Further info will be supplied as the drama unfolds.
The Spooky Men are doing awesomely, and have had brilliant and enthusiastic receptions all over the UK. We are all currently on tour break, and my next gig is in a week or so.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Still alive!
It's an interesting fact that if you have a tour blog, and do not update it, people will email you to ask if you are still alive. Oops!
We are definitely alive, and happy. Glad to have had such a great tour, and excited about the next bit: the UK. Ryan is already there, with the Spooky Men's Chorale, and I'm about to join him to do support for the Spooky Men on the second half of their tour.
Here are some highlights of things I learned on tour:
1. If you wait until your fear goes away to try something new, you'll be waiting forever. Feel the fear and do it anyway, as Susan Jeffers would say. It gets easier.
2. The Nullabor is very beautiful, it clears your mind and calms your soul.
3. Anyone who tells you that the Eyre Highway is dangerous, and that you'll need to take a gun, probably travelled it in the 70s.
4. Love and friendship are everything. There is no greater meaning to life. Except music, in third place. And, all right, a good coffee in the morning, in fourth. Which reminds me:
5. There is no good coffee on the Nullabor. If you screw up your eyes and bravely face it, you can pretend you're somewhere exotic and you're drinking some kind of local specialty.
6. Stock up on Mi Goreng noodles before a tour.
7. Don't jump and sing at the same time if you want to make it through a set.
8. Avoid bedbugs at all costs.
9. When spirits are low, try this:
POACHED PEARS
Peel pears, core them, cut them in half and put the halves face down in an ovenproof dish.
Cover them completely with generous amounts of sour cream and brown sugar
Bake in a moderate oven for 45 minutes or until pears are soft and topping has caramelised.
Great with ice cream!
10. And finally, when you buy a secondhand van, for goodness sake get someone to check the radiator!
We are definitely alive, and happy. Glad to have had such a great tour, and excited about the next bit: the UK. Ryan is already there, with the Spooky Men's Chorale, and I'm about to join him to do support for the Spooky Men on the second half of their tour.
Here are some highlights of things I learned on tour:
1. If you wait until your fear goes away to try something new, you'll be waiting forever. Feel the fear and do it anyway, as Susan Jeffers would say. It gets easier.
2. The Nullabor is very beautiful, it clears your mind and calms your soul.
3. Anyone who tells you that the Eyre Highway is dangerous, and that you'll need to take a gun, probably travelled it in the 70s.
4. Love and friendship are everything. There is no greater meaning to life. Except music, in third place. And, all right, a good coffee in the morning, in fourth. Which reminds me:
5. There is no good coffee on the Nullabor. If you screw up your eyes and bravely face it, you can pretend you're somewhere exotic and you're drinking some kind of local specialty.
6. Stock up on Mi Goreng noodles before a tour.
7. Don't jump and sing at the same time if you want to make it through a set.
8. Avoid bedbugs at all costs.
9. When spirits are low, try this:
POACHED PEARS
Peel pears, core them, cut them in half and put the halves face down in an ovenproof dish.
Cover them completely with generous amounts of sour cream and brown sugar
Bake in a moderate oven for 45 minutes or until pears are soft and topping has caramelised.
Great with ice cream!
10. And finally, when you buy a secondhand van, for goodness sake get someone to check the radiator!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Shock news: Ryan gets RSI in Rabbit Related Rampage
It’s lucky the Space Rabbits chose my kitchen to visit. Obviously the whole ‘having spoons’ thing was good for them, but also, visiting a songwriter is a great way to publicise your planet. Live versions of ‘Space Rabbits of Brocklevoons’ are now on YouTube and MySpace:
Live in Perth
Live at Fairbridge love the kids!
Audio from another Perth gig, with Stephen Taberner on double bass.
But there is a cost to all the fun and frivolity. It has come to my attention that Ryan has developed RSI … Repetitive Spoon Injury. Apparently he has terrifying bruises on his thighs, but since he won’t let me photograph them, you will have to be merely alarmed at the state of his pants:
Who knew spoon playing was such a dangerous business?
We are still in Perth, travelling back to Denmark in a couple of weeks to do workshops in singing (Ryan) and songwriting (me).
Live in Perth
Live at Fairbridge love the kids!
Audio from another Perth gig, with Stephen Taberner on double bass.
But there is a cost to all the fun and frivolity. It has come to my attention that Ryan has developed RSI … Repetitive Spoon Injury. Apparently he has terrifying bruises on his thighs, but since he won’t let me photograph them, you will have to be merely alarmed at the state of his pants:
Who knew spoon playing was such a dangerous business?
We are still in Perth, travelling back to Denmark in a couple of weeks to do workshops in singing (Ryan) and songwriting (me).
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Perth!
Sorry not to have updated the last rather dire post, but there hasn't been much opportunity for internet in the last little while.
All's well. We made it across the incredible, beautiful Nullabor! We've been to the National Folk Festival in Canberra, and performed at Fairbridge Festival in Perth, and will now tour with the Spooky Men of the West before doing three house concerts of our own. We've decided to end the tour after that ... mid-May ... and continue with the northern part of the trip at a later time.
more soon!!!!! thanks for your messages!!
Kate and Ryan
All's well. We made it across the incredible, beautiful Nullabor! We've been to the National Folk Festival in Canberra, and performed at Fairbridge Festival in Perth, and will now tour with the Spooky Men of the West before doing three house concerts of our own. We've decided to end the tour after that ... mid-May ... and continue with the northern part of the trip at a later time.
more soon!!!!! thanks for your messages!!
Kate and Ryan
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Stand By Your Van
Ryan and I are currently marooned in Mallacoota, in Southeast Victoria. This is entirely the fault of Jessie Graham, the third (rather bolshy) member of our party.
Jessie Graham is a Ford Econovan. In her previous life she used to transport jumping castles. I suppose this should have been a warning to us that she was a machine accustomed to a certain amount of excitement and drama.
Having given us some worrying moments up north, Jessie Graham had been as good as gold all down the coast.
Perhaps we didn't pay her enough attention. Perhaps we should have given her flowers, or praised her more often. It turned out she was only biding her time until the next outburst.
We had had a great day at Wangaratta in Victoria, teaching creative writing and body percussion to school kids, and doing an interactive concert for them (including the highly exciting new Space Rabbits of Brocklevoons which involves lots of bouncing by all concerned.) Then we headed across to Mallacoota in Eastern Victoria for more of the same.
After a few ominous bangs crossing the Great Dividing Range, and a strange incident involving the total disappearance of all the recently re-filled coolant, Jessie Graham overheated and carked it at night in isolated Cann River, on the way to Mallacoota. (In an interesting side note, apparently many musicians break down there on the way to Mallacoota. It's called "The Cann River Triangle". You have been warned.)
We tried refilling the coolant (again) and test-driving her to a (closed) service station, whereupon she spat out all the coolant all over the engine cover in a scene reminiscent of The Exorcist.
I'll spare you the details of why we couldn't get towed the 70km to Mallacoota. In the end, very, very kind people from Mallacoota arranged to come and get us, and Jessie was towed away in disgrace somewhere else far away, amidst ominous talk of head gaskets. Luckily, thanks to the help we got here, we were able to make it to the school, had a fab day with the kids, and had a truly beautiful evening singing for the folks in the Mud Brick Pavillion.
There are many worse things in the world than being marooned in Mallacoota. Our hosts took us on a boat ride to isolated, exquisite Goanna Bay, ran our gig for us, and patiently helped us sort out our ridiculous problems. We're staying amidst beautiful bushland, full of birds and little creatures, and have lots of time to spend watching pelicans catch and gobble down fish, and other such fascinating things.
Jessie will take a while to repair, and it'll probably cost a bomb. Having already had to cancel one festival appearance this weekend, we are leaving her here, and returning to Melbourne by coach in order to make it to the Apollo Bay Festival next weekend and an ABC interview in Melbourne on Tuesday night. We'll have to come back and get her later.
I have to honestly say I feel a bit discouraged. If Jessie does not recover, the next leg of our trip ... across the desert to Perth ... may have to be replanned. We both feel determined to continue so I guess we'll have to wait to know more once the mechanic has had a proper look this week.
Jessie Graham is a Ford Econovan. In her previous life she used to transport jumping castles. I suppose this should have been a warning to us that she was a machine accustomed to a certain amount of excitement and drama.
Having given us some worrying moments up north, Jessie Graham had been as good as gold all down the coast.
Perhaps we didn't pay her enough attention. Perhaps we should have given her flowers, or praised her more often. It turned out she was only biding her time until the next outburst.
We had had a great day at Wangaratta in Victoria, teaching creative writing and body percussion to school kids, and doing an interactive concert for them (including the highly exciting new Space Rabbits of Brocklevoons which involves lots of bouncing by all concerned.) Then we headed across to Mallacoota in Eastern Victoria for more of the same.
After a few ominous bangs crossing the Great Dividing Range, and a strange incident involving the total disappearance of all the recently re-filled coolant, Jessie Graham overheated and carked it at night in isolated Cann River, on the way to Mallacoota. (In an interesting side note, apparently many musicians break down there on the way to Mallacoota. It's called "The Cann River Triangle". You have been warned.)
We tried refilling the coolant (again) and test-driving her to a (closed) service station, whereupon she spat out all the coolant all over the engine cover in a scene reminiscent of The Exorcist.
I'll spare you the details of why we couldn't get towed the 70km to Mallacoota. In the end, very, very kind people from Mallacoota arranged to come and get us, and Jessie was towed away in disgrace somewhere else far away, amidst ominous talk of head gaskets. Luckily, thanks to the help we got here, we were able to make it to the school, had a fab day with the kids, and had a truly beautiful evening singing for the folks in the Mud Brick Pavillion.
There are many worse things in the world than being marooned in Mallacoota. Our hosts took us on a boat ride to isolated, exquisite Goanna Bay, ran our gig for us, and patiently helped us sort out our ridiculous problems. We're staying amidst beautiful bushland, full of birds and little creatures, and have lots of time to spend watching pelicans catch and gobble down fish, and other such fascinating things.
Jessie will take a while to repair, and it'll probably cost a bomb. Having already had to cancel one festival appearance this weekend, we are leaving her here, and returning to Melbourne by coach in order to make it to the Apollo Bay Festival next weekend and an ABC interview in Melbourne on Tuesday night. We'll have to come back and get her later.
I have to honestly say I feel a bit discouraged. If Jessie does not recover, the next leg of our trip ... across the desert to Perth ... may have to be replanned. We both feel determined to continue so I guess we'll have to wait to know more once the mechanic has had a proper look this week.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Best in show
Come see Ryan, me, and the unearthly blue glow at our gig in Moruya tonight (Sunday 1st March, no matter what the heading up there says)...
As ever, for details of this gig, or the ones in Melbourne and Canberra next weekend, click on the picture at the bottom of this page or visit my myspace page (there's a link on the right).
It's our last night on the South Coast, before heading back to Melbourne for a few days. We've seen and heard some remarkable things on tour so far.
Best fact:
Appin was the first town in Australia to use solar panels ... in 1958!!!!!!
Best rumour:
The Bega high school is built over an old cemetery ... and the graves are still there ... oooh ...
Best irony:
The signs along the road to Honeymoon Bay:
I knew the course of true love never did run smooth, but no one mentioned laser hazards.
And finally, winner of the "Things I wish I hadn't noticed" category:
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Coasting South
Ryan and I are staying on the South Coast in NSW, camping on a cliff that overlooks the deep blue sea.
People are very friendly here. Even the warning notices seem more like thought-provoking haiku poems ...
I spent this weekend ensconced at the Cobargo Folk Festival. It is a folk singer's dream place. The marquees are set up on a hill in the showground in Cobargo, and everyone camps at the bottom of the hill. All around are great green hills, studded with eucalypts and that tufty brown scrub stuff. And cows, and those sheep with the off-white wool and black faces.
And the people who were there were the most loving, supportive, and hugest crowd I've ever had outside of my Mountains home crowd. It was quite overwhelming ... I looked out during my first gig and saw a couple of hundred people absolutely beaming at me. Just lovely.
Apart from this very warm reception, my other favourite music moments were Mal Webb's thrilling gigs (I did actually nearly fall off my chair laughing) and The Fagans' harmony workshop ... singing in harmony in a room full of people is a really beautiful experience. I didn't get heaps of time to listen to lots of other gigs ... though I did love the Ellis Collective and Glover & Sorrenson ... because I was pretty busy with my own 3 ... and also did a kids' performance and a creative writing workshop during the weekend.
I don't have any photos, but the official photos will no doubt be up soon at the festival website.
Ryan has just rejoined me after a week in Melbourne with the Spooky Men's Chorale (if you need cheering up today, click here to Build Your Own Spooky Man, a game which he has recently designed. He he he!) We have a couple of concerts in Jervis Bay and Moruya this weekend before heading back to Melbourne for a bit (see picture at the bottom of this page for gig details.)
Our Sydney and Gosford gigs were small but fun, and we were greeted at the Clarendon with a very groovy home crowd. There are two things that have really hit home with me during the tour: firstly the unrelenting kindness and support of new friends, old friends and strangers (especial thanks to the Bowers at St Marys Church, the Bissets in Sydney, Claudine Walker, my folks and everyone who made it along to our gigs), and second, the possibility of some really unusual moments when you step out of your usual routine (thanks to Dianna Bisset for this pic!):
Yes, that is a wombat on the left. Spud has been cared for by Dianna since she was a little orphan tyke (Spud, that is, not Dianna), and has now been paired up with a bigger wombat so she can learn to be a wombat for real. And yes, that is a sitar ...
have a beautiful day
xx Kate
People are very friendly here. Even the warning notices seem more like thought-provoking haiku poems ...
I spent this weekend ensconced at the Cobargo Folk Festival. It is a folk singer's dream place. The marquees are set up on a hill in the showground in Cobargo, and everyone camps at the bottom of the hill. All around are great green hills, studded with eucalypts and that tufty brown scrub stuff. And cows, and those sheep with the off-white wool and black faces.
And the people who were there were the most loving, supportive, and hugest crowd I've ever had outside of my Mountains home crowd. It was quite overwhelming ... I looked out during my first gig and saw a couple of hundred people absolutely beaming at me. Just lovely.
Apart from this very warm reception, my other favourite music moments were Mal Webb's thrilling gigs (I did actually nearly fall off my chair laughing) and The Fagans' harmony workshop ... singing in harmony in a room full of people is a really beautiful experience. I didn't get heaps of time to listen to lots of other gigs ... though I did love the Ellis Collective and Glover & Sorrenson ... because I was pretty busy with my own 3 ... and also did a kids' performance and a creative writing workshop during the weekend.
I don't have any photos, but the official photos will no doubt be up soon at the festival website.
Ryan has just rejoined me after a week in Melbourne with the Spooky Men's Chorale (if you need cheering up today, click here to Build Your Own Spooky Man, a game which he has recently designed. He he he!) We have a couple of concerts in Jervis Bay and Moruya this weekend before heading back to Melbourne for a bit (see picture at the bottom of this page for gig details.)
Our Sydney and Gosford gigs were small but fun, and we were greeted at the Clarendon with a very groovy home crowd. There are two things that have really hit home with me during the tour: firstly the unrelenting kindness and support of new friends, old friends and strangers (especial thanks to the Bowers at St Marys Church, the Bissets in Sydney, Claudine Walker, my folks and everyone who made it along to our gigs), and second, the possibility of some really unusual moments when you step out of your usual routine (thanks to Dianna Bisset for this pic!):
Yes, that is a wombat on the left. Spud has been cared for by Dianna since she was a little orphan tyke (Spud, that is, not Dianna), and has now been paired up with a bigger wombat so she can learn to be a wombat for real. And yes, that is a sitar ...
have a beautiful day
xx Kate
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Gigs This Weekend
We're performing at 3 Sydney-ish gigs this weekend:
Friday 13th Feb 8pm
Cafe Churchspace, 37 St Johns Rd, Glebe $15/$10 conc
Saturday 14th Feb 8pm -- Valentine's Day!
St Marys Heritage Church, 3 Mann St, Gosford $10
Sunday 15th Feb 3pm matinee
The Clarendon Guesthouse, 68 Lurline St, Katoomba $18/$10 kids
hope to see some of you there! :)
Friday 13th Feb 8pm
Cafe Churchspace, 37 St Johns Rd, Glebe $15/$10 conc
Saturday 14th Feb 8pm -- Valentine's Day!
St Marys Heritage Church, 3 Mann St, Gosford $10
Sunday 15th Feb 3pm matinee
The Clarendon Guesthouse, 68 Lurline St, Katoomba $18/$10 kids
hope to see some of you there! :)
Monday, February 9, 2009
Grey Days
It's been a very grey and sobering few days. All our love to you all, especially those in Victoria, we hope you and your families are all okay.
It rained here on the Central Coast last night ... buckets and buckets. This morning the air smells fresh and beautiful. I had my hair cut at a barber shop in Umina, feeling grateful for the simple things ... the rain, the warmth of the shop, the comfortable chat of the hairdresser, the phone ringing with appointments to be made for ladies named Eunice and Beryl. People are treating each other very gently ... there have been big fires up here at Peats Ridge too.
Ryan and I have been doing a lot of singing in preparation for this weekend's gigs. Ryan's also been immersed in design work: a couple of interesting music-related projects that we'll tell you about soon. I've been posting off cds and press releases to radio stations and newspapers along our route south, asking for interviews and airplay. We've also been sticking up posters and leaving leaflets on countertops everywhere.
As leaflets have been on my mind, I was drawn to the following ... I have a certain fellow feeling for whoever designed this leaflet:
Not only because it is The Only Circus With LIONS, but because of the geese. Their performing geese are so good they're listed even before the dogs and the Double Wheel of Death. And you know how clever dogs are. Believe me, if Ryan and I had geese that good, we'd be pushing them too.
much love to you all, stay safe, hope to see many of you this weekend (click on the pic at the bottom of the page for gig details),
Kate and Ryan
It rained here on the Central Coast last night ... buckets and buckets. This morning the air smells fresh and beautiful. I had my hair cut at a barber shop in Umina, feeling grateful for the simple things ... the rain, the warmth of the shop, the comfortable chat of the hairdresser, the phone ringing with appointments to be made for ladies named Eunice and Beryl. People are treating each other very gently ... there have been big fires up here at Peats Ridge too.
Ryan and I have been doing a lot of singing in preparation for this weekend's gigs. Ryan's also been immersed in design work: a couple of interesting music-related projects that we'll tell you about soon. I've been posting off cds and press releases to radio stations and newspapers along our route south, asking for interviews and airplay. We've also been sticking up posters and leaving leaflets on countertops everywhere.
As leaflets have been on my mind, I was drawn to the following ... I have a certain fellow feeling for whoever designed this leaflet:
Not only because it is The Only Circus With LIONS, but because of the geese. Their performing geese are so good they're listed even before the dogs and the Double Wheel of Death. And you know how clever dogs are. Believe me, if Ryan and I had geese that good, we'd be pushing them too.
much love to you all, stay safe, hope to see many of you this weekend (click on the pic at the bottom of the page for gig details),
Kate and Ryan
Friday, February 6, 2009
On The Streets
A huge hooray to the Warren kids who have been putting posters up in the Blue Mountains for us! I keep getting emails from people who have seen the posters. This is very exciting. I feel like the shoemaker with the elves who make all the shoes for him at night while he's sleeping ... you know that story ... yes, you do ... anyway, thanks guys, that's awesome.
Meanwhile Ryan and I are on the Central Coast, promoting our upcoming gigs. I am fond of telling friends that we are being "hounded by the press". When asked for details I am forced to admit that this only means that a nice lady from the Central Coast Express Advocate rang up and asked politely to interview us, and we politely said yes. It's just that "hounded" is such a great word. Would you believe ... a very small hound? Would you believe ... chihauhaued by the press?
I also did an interview yesterday on ABC Central Coast Radio with Brad Storey, who impressively had researched my entire life on the Internet, and quizzed me on the French legal system. I played Fred the Dog live to air, right before the cricket. :)
There will be more radio interviews next week: one on FBi94.5FM in Sydney on Tuesday 10th after 8:30 with Dave Regos who runs a great folk show "In the Pines", and one at CoastFM963AM up here on the Central Coast on Wednesday 11th about 10:15am.
We've become very fond of the Pearl Beach cafe, who have excellent coffee and breakfast, and wireless Internet. They've become rather fond of us too, and having hung up a poster and put our cds on high rotation, they invited us to make a guest appearance at their "Mamma Mia" night last night. A host of very kind locals gave us a fantastic listening-to before the movie. It's a great movie, if you haven't seen it. Meryl Streep is gold! Here's my take on the evening ... impressionistic, you understand:
Ange Takats sent me some pics from her album launch in Eumundi last week, hooray! Here's me with Ange and Pete Uhlenbruch.
Both these pics are by Sunshine Coast photographer Andrew Seymour.
Meanwhile Ryan and I are on the Central Coast, promoting our upcoming gigs. I am fond of telling friends that we are being "hounded by the press". When asked for details I am forced to admit that this only means that a nice lady from the Central Coast Express Advocate rang up and asked politely to interview us, and we politely said yes. It's just that "hounded" is such a great word. Would you believe ... a very small hound? Would you believe ... chihauhaued by the press?
I also did an interview yesterday on ABC Central Coast Radio with Brad Storey, who impressively had researched my entire life on the Internet, and quizzed me on the French legal system. I played Fred the Dog live to air, right before the cricket. :)
There will be more radio interviews next week: one on FBi94.5FM in Sydney on Tuesday 10th after 8:30 with Dave Regos who runs a great folk show "In the Pines", and one at CoastFM963AM up here on the Central Coast on Wednesday 11th about 10:15am.
We've become very fond of the Pearl Beach cafe, who have excellent coffee and breakfast, and wireless Internet. They've become rather fond of us too, and having hung up a poster and put our cds on high rotation, they invited us to make a guest appearance at their "Mamma Mia" night last night. A host of very kind locals gave us a fantastic listening-to before the movie. It's a great movie, if you haven't seen it. Meryl Streep is gold! Here's my take on the evening ... impressionistic, you understand:
Ange Takats sent me some pics from her album launch in Eumundi last week, hooray! Here's me with Ange and Pete Uhlenbruch.
Both these pics are by Sunshine Coast photographer Andrew Seymour.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The Tour Begins
Welcome to the Kate Rowe and Ryan Morrison Grand Touring Blog. We'll be posting our adventures here as we know a lot of you would like to keep up with our news day to day. The only thing is, 7 days in, I'm not sure if Ryan and I are cut out to be photojournalists. We keep forgetting to photograph things.
Did we remember to capture the drama of our broken down van on departure day in outback Victoria? The searing 43.4 degree walk along the highway? The all-important flushing out of the radiator? No, we forgot.
Did we remember to take beautiful artistic shots of my first gig at Ange Takats' album launch in QLD, singing to a warm and happy 150-strong audience about Frank and Fred? Of Pete Uhlenbruch and his eerie Icelandic songs? Or of the gorgeous Ange herself, resplendent in red ballgown as her spinetinglingly beautiful voice soared across the darkened room? No, we forgot then, too.
How about our open air gig in the park at Peregian Originals the next day -- Ryan's QLD debut? Surely then we remembered, amidst the picnicking crowds, the dogs, the icecreams?
How about pics of the beautiful quirky house we were hosted at, that looked like a scene out of a fairytale, or the enormous crashing waves of Yaroomba beach, and the luminous white crab that scuttled across the path?
Or the second van breakdown involving a loud bang and a chunk of ice falling off the gas converter? (nice!). The kind NRMA man? The huge cawing ravens fighting in the car park where we slept alongside the trucks?
Nup. Afraid not.
We did, however, collect ourselves in time to photograph the Big Prawn, on our way out of town.
Also Macadamia Castle.
We'll try to do better, we promise.
Love, Kate and Ryan
NEXT INSTALLMENT: ON THE STREETS -- USING OUR COLLECTIVE WITS TO PROMOTE OUR SYDNEY, GOSFORD & KATOOMBA GIGS
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Did we remember to capture the drama of our broken down van on departure day in outback Victoria? The searing 43.4 degree walk along the highway? The all-important flushing out of the radiator? No, we forgot.
Did we remember to take beautiful artistic shots of my first gig at Ange Takats' album launch in QLD, singing to a warm and happy 150-strong audience about Frank and Fred? Of Pete Uhlenbruch and his eerie Icelandic songs? Or of the gorgeous Ange herself, resplendent in red ballgown as her spinetinglingly beautiful voice soared across the darkened room? No, we forgot then, too.
How about our open air gig in the park at Peregian Originals the next day -- Ryan's QLD debut? Surely then we remembered, amidst the picnicking crowds, the dogs, the icecreams?
How about pics of the beautiful quirky house we were hosted at, that looked like a scene out of a fairytale, or the enormous crashing waves of Yaroomba beach, and the luminous white crab that scuttled across the path?
Or the second van breakdown involving a loud bang and a chunk of ice falling off the gas converter? (nice!). The kind NRMA man? The huge cawing ravens fighting in the car park where we slept alongside the trucks?
Nup. Afraid not.
We did, however, collect ourselves in time to photograph the Big Prawn, on our way out of town.
Also Macadamia Castle.
We'll try to do better, we promise.
Love, Kate and Ryan
NEXT INSTALLMENT: ON THE STREETS -- USING OUR COLLECTIVE WITS TO PROMOTE OUR SYDNEY, GOSFORD & KATOOMBA GIGS
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