Where possible, I like to operate within the boundaries set out by email-subject-line-convention, and as such this email will be almost entirely dedicated to information about our show this Saturday, as indicated in afore-mentioned subject line. There are many and varied areas of life in which I like to consider myself a 'non-conformist', but email subject lines is not one of them. Start messing with that shit and THE WHOLE SYSTEM BREAKS DOWN. In any event I suspect I'm not as much of a non-conformist as I like to think but don't tell the people I went to high school with I like to keep them on their toes.
The irony now is that we're well into this email and I have not yet really discussed the gig, therefore breaking the subject-line-convention that I initially set up as important. See, this is exactly the sort of non-conformity that I'm talking about. Danger is my middle name.
If last night's rehearsal told me anything, it's that we have every intention of both playing well and looking sharp at The Spotted Mallard this Saturday, and if either of these does not occur then something will have gone horribly wrong and we will be very embarrassed. To aid in this commendable goal we will be joined by special guests on trumpet and oboe. You might recognize them from our single launch at the NSC, but this depends almost exclusively on whether or not you were there.
Also gracing the stage will be the always-stunning vocal trio Aluka, and exciting folk/pop quintet Oh Pep!
I did a little Q & A for Beat Magazine about the show, it's here.
In addition, a happy accident on a search engine has led to the discovery that the date is also World Gin Day, an occasion devoted to the appreciation of gin, which lends the evening a certain, je ne sais quoi, or even possibly a…… gin e sais quoi!
Am I right?!
I’ll see myself out.
Actually before I go I have one more thing I'd like to say. GO BOMBERS GOOD WORK ON FRIDAY. Yes I accept that this is in no way relevant or what you signed up for, but this is both a) the biggest and b) the only (hence the biggest) public forum I frequent, so it's either this or chanting (further) victory slogans in Jane's direction, and it was made clear to me early in our relationship that what I thought was 'charming enthusiasm' and 'genuine passion' was in fact 'mental' and 'annoying', so please just think of Jane's general well-being and indulge me. What you need to understand is that beating Carlton lights a dangerous flame in me that burns furiously until the schadenfreude takes hold like an epic drug fever and I'm basking in their sweet, sweet misery and drinking their delicious tears. I blame the 1999 Preliminary Final, and also my Dad (who blames the 1947 Grand Final). Fraser Brown's tackle on Dean Wallis stalks me in my nightmares just go around him Dean OH NO! NO! GOD DAMN YOU FRASER BROWN.
Sorry about that.
This Saturday 15th: The Spotted Mallard
With: Aluka and Oh Pep!
$12+bf or $15 on the door
Tix and more details here