First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba. I was greeted warmly at the tiny airport terminal by the clear Manitoban sun and a rusted white van, containing one Belinda Fitzpartick, co-owner of the Tundra Inn, a fellow Queenslander, and my new employer. Belinda couldn’t have made the welcome to my new home anymore fitting, with arms as … Continue reading First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba.
Flying into Norway has probably has been the best part of my trip so far. Leaving behind the smog and drizzle of Heathrow Airport and descending into the sun soaked forestry of Oslo made me grin like an idiot. It’s shortlived. By the time I pass through customs, grab my bag and catch a scenic … Continue reading Oslo, Norway.
Buses can hold a strange group of people that you’d probably never meet in any other circumstance, but you can somehow relate to each and every one. My bus from Leeds to London was one of those rides. Watching each passenger step aboard, you’re an audience of one watching the theatre of human conditions and … Continue reading Public Theatre
Everything in airports is repeated twice. Unless, of course, you’re the Koori family being paged by Virgin Airways for their flight to Dubai, with each repetition becoming more stern and strained. Duty free stores are lined side by side with highly priced café chains, people slouching in between the two, staring deep into their wallets hoping the cheap bottle of spirits will drown out their stomach’s moans. You pack your backpack. You check your boarding pass. You check your bags. All twice. Upon being hustled through the early morning security lines and shoved through to the unavailable waiting lounges, I signal my last goodbyes to my family who are manically waving from the top deck of Brisbane International Airport. I message them my final exhausted sentiments with the last two cents of phone credit; “thank you for everything”. I almost send it again.
Love songs have always felt strange to me. They can be spine tingling creepy when they want to be, and even moreso if it’s not the artist’s intention. I’ve never been too comfortable writing them because of it. I grew up a bit, discovered some soulful heart wrenchers, and wrote this about an assumed ‘great … Continue reading Abandon Me.
Robert Forster of the Go Betweens fame, published his first book, The Ten Rules of Rock and Roll in 2009. His ten rules present the annoyances and nuances of musicians and fans alike, describing the great expectations and the worst clichés from his experiences. Yet, when he scribed “The three piece band is the purest form of rock and expression” as his tenth and final rule, he hadn’t heard a single note from The Sinking Teeth.
Walking down the Costin Street strip is always an intimidating experience. Observing the crowd that varies from young punks in denim jackets to the mature couples still vibing from the electric Springsteen tour that occurred two months before, I feel a thousand pairs of eyes scalding me as though I was late for a sermon. … Continue reading The Gaslight Anthem, Dave Hause @ The Tivoli. 10/05/2013