Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Weekly... Volume 24

Hello subscribers. All three of you. How are you? Good to hear! (I am guessing there, but hey it’s Christmas so I figure you’re probably doing pretty well. Being silly season and all…). A few days late courtesy of the show on Sunday night, but you know what they say about late vs never. And I am a big believer in that theory. This may have something to do with the fact that I am often slightly behind schedule... Not always in a "fashionable" way either. But I am working on it...

Coming at you from the Internet Cafe in Manly. I am yet to get the internet connected in my new place here. I am wondering if I really need it? Maybe I can just get by on wireless hot spots and internet cafes. That would be a lot cheaper... And you get to meet more backpackers. AND they give you free frisbees. Seriously - I got one the other day.

First things first – a huge thanks to everyone who came along on Sunday night to the Christmas spectacular spectacular. We had a great time, and there were moments in the set where I thought the band sounded as good as we have together all year. So hats off to everyone who was involved – a nice one for the last band show of 2008. Special thanks also to Liz on the Viola, who my brother recruited the night before whilst slightly intoxicated – turns out she could really play!

Not to be forgotten – Brett, Felix and the Stringettes – wonderful to do another show with you.

And Holly Austin you are a genius.

Happy to report also that we had a nice little collection of goodies to give to the Smith Family yesterday. I managed to find the “Base Camp” in Homebush, which is not the nicest drive from Manly it has to be said, but compared to what some people are up against at Christmas, I suppose a few cars on Military Road is hardly something to complain about. Thanks to all of you who put presents under our little tree at the Excelsior - it was a wonderful display of generosity. In case you were wondering, by Grandparents raised over $500 by selling raffle tickets for one of my grandfather’s paintings. That money also goes to the Smith Family, so it’s nice to know we’ve all played a small part in helping a few less fortunate folks. I spent some time with the Volunteers yesterday out at Homebush and seeing the amount of presents that had been donated around NSW was quite amazing. It seems the spirit of giving is well and truly in the air.

A bit of a break for me on the run-in to Christmas, but then I am down the South Coast for a couple of shows before heading up to the Peats Ridge Festival. Such a great lineup – can’t wait to settle in there for a few days and take it all in.

It's an interesting little period I am going through at the moment – the word “transition” springs to mind, but I won’t bore you with clichés. It hasn't been easy to settle back in here after my travelling this year, but I was reminded on Sunday night about the healing powers of music. I hit the stage feeling pretty stressed and left it feeling more or less at ease. A bit more than just the post-gig glow, more a feeling of contentment that at the end of the day, no matter what is going on in my life, I'll always have my songs. And I am not one to get all spiritual and touchy-feely on you, but I do believe that the creative process can be a very powerful thing as long as it's not neglected. Mental note taken...

Anyway after a very busy year of tours, tours and more tours, it might be time to take a little breather so I can actually get this new album finished. Rest assured however, there’ll still be enough going on to operate this rambling blog of mine for a while yet.

Merry Christmas to you all. Make sure you eat a lot. That is the whole point. You can worry about the spare tyre next year… On your way to the Peats Ridge Festival. Then you can add to it with some home made Gozleme. That's what I'll be doing.

Cheers for now.


Renny

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Ultimate Christmas Spectacular Spectacular. Sun 21 Dec

WAY more spectacular than your average spectacular.... I promise!

THE RENNY FIELD BAND - FINAL SHOW OF 2008

At the moment, we have 8 people playing with the band on Sunday. This number could grow depending on who I manage to round up in the next few days. We also have a suggestion for the band name - "Renny Field and the Beautiful Shambles". Because I like to have lots of different people playing with us. Makes things interesting. What do you think?

Like the Baby Shambles, but without the crack habit.

SUN 21 ..HE EXCELSIOR HOTEL
64 Foveaux Street, Surry Hills
Doors open 5pm. Music from 6pm sharp.

With Brett Winterford (Peregrine).

and a Special Mystery Guest!!

No I'm not telling you who he is... Or she... You'll have to come and see for yourselves.

Tix $10 at the Door. Food available at the venue. And drinks of course. Pubs usually sell drinks.

CHRISTMAS PRESENT APPEAL:
We will be setting up a Christmas Tree at the venue, and we are asking people to bring a Christmas present for a small child to put beneath the tree. The presents will then be given to the Smith Family for their annual Christmas present appeal. It's not much, but it might help Santa get to a few more homes in time for the big day. The Smith Family have asked that each present be labeled with Male/Female and a rough age group. This will assist with the distribution. Doesn't have to be a big present, but anything you could manage would be great. Thanks!
(And thanks to my brother for that great idea).

ARTWORK RAFFLE:
Just when you thought it couldn't get any more spectacular, my Grandfather has decided to run a raffle for one of his famous paintings (well they should be famous). How good is that? I reckon you'll love it. And all the proceeds from the raffle will be going straight to the Smith Family. That was mighty nice of him I thought, so if you don't particularly like my music you could at least stop by to have a chat with Gramps and buy a ticket in the raffle. You might even get a new painting on the wall for Christmas!

I am excited!!

But I will stop using exclamation marks now...

Hope to see you there.

Cheers,

Renny

Monday, December 15, 2008

The Weekly... Volume 23

OK so I counted back - we have returned to the Numerical system. This means that I am going to write one of these things once a week again - that was sort of the point when I started it up (hence the title...).

Anyway the week that was - another trip out to Bathurst for a show at the Kings Hotel. I really must thank Angus and the team out there for making us feel so welcome each time we go out. Normally I do a little Drums / Acoustic show with my brother, but this time around it was Han Solo. For some reason, the last three trips to Bathurst I have had to drive through the Central West version of Cyclone Tracy just to get there. Let me tell you - by yourself in a 1986 Toyota Corona, this is NOT cool. Even if you have 2 new tyres. Good thing it doesn't leak like my Old Dual sun-roof Tarago touring van. Is someone trying to test me? Trying to see if I REALLY want to be a musician? Do I REALLY want to put up with a 3hr drive to Bathurst through a Monsoon on a Friday night? (you see it changed from a Cyclone - I am working on my storytelling...). Well the answer to all those questions is YES - and whoever is testing me can keep doing it, because I ain't giving up that easily.

Closer to home, I had a couple of shows in Manly this week. My first 2 shows in Manly as a Manly resident! This is exciting. If I could get 5 gigs a week in Manly, then I'd never have to go anywhere. (But I'd still go to Bathurst of course... ).

I am keeping this Blog brief, because it's my "Get started again" blog, so it'll take a few weeks to get back my full blog fitness. I'll leave you with this one little story / rant.

Earlier this week, I was moving some more of my things to my new place. It was Monday, it was getting late, and I still hadn't had any dinner. So against my better judgment I stopped at the old faithful late night Indian diner on Oxford Street. God knows if the food is actually "Food" as we know it, but a bit of Rice and Naan bread is at least enough to keep the hunger pains at bay. I noticed a guy about 10m up the street doing some busking - in fact he was playing some old Elton john tunes on the piano, which I thought was pretty cool. Doing a great job of it to.

Well that's what I thought anyway - it turns out it wasn't cool at all. I had only just sat down outside to eat my dinner when the local rangers turned up to tell the guy to pack up and move on.

Why? Who was he bothering?

I couldn't quite believe it. Sure it was a Monday, but this guy was playing pleasant piano music. Nothing offensive, and certainly not as loud as the Buses that kept gong past every 2 or 3 minutes. Yes for some reason, the Rangers had to come and shut him up. Apparently someone had made a complaint... More likely it was a Monday, they were bored, so they decided to pick on someone. Just because they could. And they seem to like easy targets.

Oxford street is meant to be one of the all night "Strips" in Sydney. Even on a Monday, there are bars open most of the night. What on earth is wrong with a guy playing Piano on the footpath? The problem here is that it wouldn't have mattered where this bloke set up, he would have been cut off anywhere in the city... It's seems such a trivial thing to get upset about, but I was pissed off. If art and music is not allowed to exist at that most basic grass roots level, then what hope is there of it ever gaining a reasonable footing?

On my way to Bathurst I heard a guy call in on talkback radio to suggest that people go and check out some live music on a Friday night. The host, a fairly prominent media personality, asked the caller "Is there still live music in Sydney?".

It might have been said in jest, but it's hardly a laughing matter...

Sorry to drag that one down like that, but occasionally I think a mini-rant is in order.

Why not check out a gig somewhere this week - you might just enjoy it. I can think of at least one option...

SUN 21 DECEMBER.
THE CHRISTMAS SPECTACULAR SPECTACULAR.
More Spectacular than your avergage Spectacular.
RENNY FIELD BAND
Supported by Brett Winterford.
Plus a Mystery Guest!
Bring a kids present for the Smith Family!
Plus raffles and more!
The Excelsior Surry Hills.
64 Foveax Street.
Doors open 5pm. Tix $10.

But hey - there are plenty of venues, and plenty of bands.

Get amongst it folks. It's Christmas.

And if you see a guy playing Elton John on Piano, give him a few bucks!

See you soon

Monday, December 08, 2008

The Weekly... Volume..... Um.... December

Well this is the monthly group email - I will work out exactly which weekly I am up to next time round. For now, I'll leave you with the following show updates:

WED 10 & THURS 11 ..THE MANLY DOUBLE!
No I don't mean two blokes - I mean the suburb of Manly. And a manly suburb it is! (Sort of, depending on how you look at it).

WED 10/12 - The Old Manly Boatshed
Solo show - On stage 9pm.
www.songwriterslive.com.au
Free Entry

THURS 11/12 - In Situ, Manly
18 Sydney Road (Just off the Corso).
Solo show 7.30 - 10.30pm.
Three hours of power - can you handle it?!
Free Entry. Great tapas menu.


FRI 12 DEC - BATHURST - THE KINGS HOTEL
Solo Show from 10pm.
Another 3 hours of power!
60 George Street, Bathurst.
You might want to do a road trip and check out Mt Panorama. It's cool.
The last two trips to Bathurst, there has been a brawl in the pub on both occasions. To this point I have resisted the urge to enclose the stage area in chicken wire a la the Good Old Boys / Blues Brothers, but I might get a few quotes from the local Bunnings this time round just in case...


If anyone makes it to both In Situ AND Bathurst (that would be 6 Hours of Power), I will pay for your appointment with a therapist the next week.


SUN 21 DECEMBER - THE INAUGURAL RENNY FIELD BAND CHRISTMAS SPECTACULAR SPECTACULAR!
Yes I did use the word Spectacular twice. And no it still doesn't even come close to describing how Spectacular this will be. I will be trying to feature a whole host of people who have played with the band over the past year. That means a lot of people on a fairly small stage, but it'll be fun.
Celebrating the year that was, and ushering in the better year that will be. (Or just chilling out after a big Saturday night - it's up to you).
Early show, so you'll all be able to get your beauty sleep.

THE EXCELSIOR HOTEL
64 Foveaux Street, Surry Hills.
Doors Open 5pm. Music from 6pm.
With Special Guest Brett Winterford (Peregrine).
And another... but you'll have to wait and see..
Tickets $10 at the Door.
Food available at the pub.


31 DECEMBER - NEW YEARS EVE
I'll be performing at the Peats Ridge Festival.
On stage 10pm at the Chai Tea Temple.
(Yes there is a Chai Tea Temple, and yes I am playing at it).
Mainly solo, but with a few to help out. Should be fun.
A great lineup of local and international artists - just over an hour from Sydney.
You could do worse!
www.peatsridgefestival.com.au


2009.....

BACK TO BAR ME
FRI 9 JAN - SOLO HEADLINE SHOW
Looking forward to returning to one of my favourite venues in Sydney.
Nice grand piano, and a great little room.
Book for Dinner and a Show - www.barme.com.au


TAMWORTH TOUR:

WED 21 JAN, THURS 22 JAN, FRI 23 JAN
THE LONGYARD, TAMWORTH
Round Robin Show with Sam Buckingham and Sarah Humphreys.
Singing songs, sharing stories.
10am - 1pm Each Day.
Next to the Golden Guitar.
FREE ENTRY

SUN 25 JAN - JUST CONFIRMED..
GLEN INNES!
With Kent Eastwood, Sam Buckingham, Sarah Humphreys.
More info to come.


FOR REGULAR UPDATES (and there will be a few), log on to www.myspace.com/rennyfield


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THANKS THANKS THANKS!

To everyone who has been to see a show in 2008, offered their encouragement, bought a CD, helped me out in a distant land, told a friend, signed the mailing list, or did something that made my little journey here more enjoyable. That goes out to all of you who ignored me whilst I was busking at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival (because now there is a great little video on youtube which I find very amusing), and in particular it goes out to the Jehovas Witness dude who tried to give me a flyer whilst I was in the middle of a song at a show in Ireland. My friend, you may think I had the sh..... s at the time, but I will be using that story for the rest of my life. So really, I can't thank you enough.

It has been a pretty crazy sort to year (in a good way), and I am looking forward to more of the same in 2009.

Best wishes to everyone for Christmas and the New Year, and I look forward to seeing you again soon.

Much love,

Renny


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PS.

The astute observers will remember that I was recording an album. That is still happening - in between all of the above. A bit crazy, but we're getting there.

But the plan is for a release early next year, so hang in there... Thanks for bearing with me.

In the mean time, grab yourself a great deal on some Christmas Presents:

www.rennyfield.com

(Hey you can't blame a guy for trying).

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Weekly... Volume LONDON, HELSINKI, TOKYO

(Yes, yes, the last installment has been a while coming, but here it is…. )

LONDON

Well folks I don’t know what it is exactly about London, but it certainly doesn’t ever seem to make too much of an effort to welcome me back. Without fail, every time I fly in there I am greeted by an impenetrable black cloud hovering overhead, usually spitting out something colder than rain but not quite as cold as snow. The type of weather which might normally lend itself to extended periods on the couch in front of the TV. (Or as the case may be in London, extended periods in the pub getting royally wasted – that seems to be a popular choice too). It’s not that I mind particularly, but it’s just an observation. Moving on….

I can’t really say there was a lot to be achieved second time round in London. It was more of a transit point for a few days. I did however play one show at a place called the Regal Room in Hammersmith (www.theregalroom.com). Great little venue, and a really nice crowd for a rainy Friday night – an unexpected surprise, and somewhere I’d like to stop at again in future. The show was actually webcast live, not that I knew that until I got there of course. Otherwise I might have made an effort to tell a few people. I wonder how many people were actually watching? My guess is you could probably count them all on 1 hand, but I did remember to say hello anyway. So “hello again” if you have found your way over to the blog post which is 2 months later….

Quite a lot of Aussies in the venue for the show, which was pretty cool – at least some of them seemed to understand my strange sense of humour, which was by this stage of the trip making very little sense whatsoever. I should mention another girl I played with, who was fantastic – Azadeh… Worth checking her out if you get a chance - http://www.myspace.com/azadehmusic . She was selling badges. I’m sure that was an extremely relevant piece of information for you.

I had one more day in London after the show, which included two unsuccessful attempts at busking. The first of these was at Kings Cross station on the underground, where I managed to play one song and make 2p before I was asked to leave. It turns out you need a licence and a booking to play on the underground, which seems to go against the whole concept of “busking” in the first place, but there you go.

My second effort to court the funds of the unsuspecting London public was at Covent Garden – a bit of a tourist hotspot and presumably a place I might have been able to make at least enough cash for a dodgy burger and a coke. Alas, I was halfway through my second song (having made a grand total of Zero/Zilch/Nada) when it began to rain, at which point I also noticed that the pickup in my guitar was buggered. So not only had I potentially made the worst return in history from two separate street performances, but I had also managed to damage the only thing that could generate me any income for the rest of the trip. Ah well, at least I still had time to get the thing repaired before departing for Helsinki…

London is a big town, and there is plenty going on, but it’s not my favourite city in the world. Millions are drawn to it year after year but if I was being honest, I have never really been able to find my peace there. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy catching up with a lot of good friends whenever I return, but I struggle to find any real connection to the place. It’s not because of the weather, and it’s not because of the shitty exchange rate. One day I’ll be able to explain it better with a song or two.

HELSINKI:

I wasn’t sure what to expect from Helsinki, but I was excited to be making my first foray into Scandinavia. I think I mentioned before that the cheapest ticket I could find from Australia was with Finnair, which meant I was allowed a free stopover in Helsinki. A “FREE” stopover. Mention the word “Free” anywhere near an independent musician, and you can bet your life that they’ll be pretty damn interested in what you’ve got to say. (Excepting of course if it involves giving their songs away to Britney Spears. Or worse – Paris Hilton. That would be hard to take….).

I had tentatively arranged a show on Sunday 7/9 at a place called “The Aussie Bar”. (I shit you not – Helsinki has an Aussie Bar). Why on earth there would be an Aussie bar in Helsinki I have no idea, but come to think of it they probably do a pretty well out of the backpacker market alone. There is certainly no shortage of displaced Australians who seem to be in Europe for no real purpose other that to complete the biggest multi-national pub crawl they can afford. I am happy enough to say I have grown out of this particular phase of my life. Whether this is a good thing, or a sign that I am becoming old and boring – well that’s a matter for another time. (Working in my favour is the fact that I was willing to travel to Finland to play my own music, despite the very real possibility that no-one would be able to understand a word I was saying).

Anyway – the Aussie Bar – at the very least, I figured there would be a few people in the room who I would be able to talk to, so that was a good starting point. Unfortunately my email communication leading up to the show had been fleeting at best, and when I called the Bar Manager from the airport, he had somehow forgotten that I was coming to play. What a bugger. I had been in Europe for 2 months, and this was the first time that a gig had fallen through. A disappointing development in the “Tour de Renoir”, not so much because the gig was cancelled, but mainly because I was looking forward to be able to tell everyone back home that I played at the Aussie Bar in Helsinki! And that certainly doesn’t sound too boring. I’ll just have to figure it out next time round.

So I contented myself with a fairly decent curry and late-night stroll round Helsinki, which as it turns out is a fairly sleepy sort of place when compared to other major cities in Europe. Still, it was nice for that reason. And they do boat tours. (Yes I went on a boat tour. It was cold. I had some time to kill).

My disappointment about the Aussie Bar was fortunately short-lived, because the following night’s show at Club Liberte, my last gig in Europe, was one of the best shows of my entire trip. A Monday night, and I was performing to a room full of people who barely made a sound for my entire set (and appeared to understand what I was singing about) – another example of the fairly significant cultural difference that exists between Europe and Australia when it comes to live music. We have a great little music scene here, and there are some pretty nice rooms around for independent artists like myself, but a show like this on a Monday night would never really happen. (Woo Jam – you are the only exception to that observation…). To be able to perform a full set as a complete stranger on the other side of the world, and be shown that level of respect, is something I will never forget. It was a perfect way to finish off a pretty amazing trip, and only served to strengthen my resolve to tour again in Europe next year. And if I could bring the night back to a basic business level, I also managed to sell 5 or 6 CD’s, which gave me enough Cash to get to buy lunch and get to the airport the next day! Gold.

I should mention that the headline act that night was perhaps the best band I came across in Europe – the Sara Sayed band. If you search myspace she will pop up – great songs, and some pretty amazing musicians. Better still, a few of them offered to play with me next time I am in Helsinki! A full band show in Helsinki – I reckon I could handle that.

TOKYO

Another “Free” Stopover courtesy of the kind people at Finnair, and the final destination before my return to Sydney. Tokyo was every bit as crazy as I had expected, and well worth a look for a few days, even if I was barely able to scratch the surface.

I had been in touch a few weeks earlier with a guy called Mac from the Mac Blues Band, who had offered me a short set supporting him at a place called “The Dogs Bollox”. If you’d asked me what I would be doing a year ago, I can assure you playing at the Dogs Bollox in Tokyo would not have been on the list of possibilities. But there I was, in front of about 10 people, guitar in hand, belting out some tunes at 10pm on a Thursday night in the basement level of some old building, and loving every minute of it!

The Dogs Bollox wasn’t the best venue, it didn’t have the biggest crowd, it was nearly impossible to find, and it certainly wasn’t going to make me the next foreign superstar in Japan. But if this trip had taught me anything, it was to appreciate the journey, and be thankful for the opportunities I would have along the way, whatever form they might present themselves in. This was a great chance to add another chapter to the story, and was well worth it for that reason alone. As it turns out, I got to meet a few other local songwriters – a nice added bonus.

With the final gig all done, I managed a 20min spot of busking at the Ikebukuro train station on the way home – a performance that didn’t exactly stop the masses in their tracks, but then again that wasn’t really the point. How often do you get to busk at the Ikebukuro train station?! Let’s just say that the locals were slightly bemused by the random Australian singing songs by himself at 1am in the morning. Nonetheless, it was working for me at the time.

It’s always a bit difficult writing these things retrospectively, because the moment has passed, and all the emotions that were with you have often been replaced by the different energy that exists when you are back at “home”. So I won’t say too much more, but this is just a little paragraph I wrote when I got back to the hotel on my last night in Tokyo. I think does a pretty good job of summing up how I felt at the time:

What to say when you’ve just done something you’ve always wanted to do? Something which seemed so difficult, but that now you feel like you will do again and again whilst ever the circumstances allow it. What an amazing trip. I’ve been places I never thought I’d go, met people I never thought I’d meet, done things I never thought I would do. I couldn’t really sum in it up in a sentence. I couldn’t really sum it up in a paragraph. So instead I’ll just say thanks. Thanks to everyone who has helped me along the way. The artists, the venues, the friends, the audiences, and even those of you who stopped to give me directions to the bus stop from time to time. Three months ago I said I wanted to do thirty shows, and now sitting here in Tokyo with the tour complete, it turns out I did exactly 30. Hard to believe, but you know what they say about putting your mind to something. It’s a good lesson I think – I’ll have to aim for double that next time. The hardest part will be where to start….

Who would have thought a guitar could help you do all that?

Till next time.

Renny

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

The Weekly... Volume GERMANY

GERMANY

Where to start here… well you may have figured out that this is a retrospective blog on account of me having arrived home about 2 weeks ago. But Germany – yes, I was there too at some point. Cool sort of place, and nice to see it this time around from a fairly different viewpoint (as opposed to the inside of a beer tent at Oktoberfest). In fact, on reflection, last time I was in Germany I didn’t really see much of anything. Not that I can remember with any great clarity anyway…

From Paris, it was necessary to negotiate a rather uninspiring excursion to “Orly” airport. Ah the world of cheap airlines… Well may they call it “Easyjet”, but there are many things about it that are far from convenient. Even less inspiring than Orly was the airport at the other end - Berlin Schoenefeld. Now I don’t speak French or German, but I think if you translated Orly and Shoenefeld they would probably have a fairly similar meaning – something along the lines of “Hastily erected oversized metal structure a great distance from the intended destination”. But that’s only my guess…

Berlin, once you actually get to the city itself, is a great town. Especially for music. It’s easy to see why it’s become quite the trend for musicians from around the world to head to Berlin to write and perform… although I use the word “trend” for good reason there. Because at times recently I have wondered if the fascination is as much for the city itself as for what it appears to represent. Something of a creative badge of honour in a way… I must admit that my initial decision to go there was largely to see what all the fuss was about, but I am happy to report that the “fuss” is for fairly good reason. There was a sense of freedom in Berlin that is a long way removed from what we are used to in Sydney. I don’t necessarily mean that in a bad way, although let’s be honest I probably don’t mean it in a good way either.

Case in point. I met a singer one night who told me that the previous Friday, her band had walked into a bar and asked if they could use the power. Having received the OK from the manager, they then ran an extension cable out of the bar and half way across the street, plugging in on a nature strip and performing a 45min set of Rock’n’Roll to several hundred people who were drinking in that bar and the bars on either side. Remembering this was in the middle of the street. With cars passing in each direction. Awesome. Now do you think that would fly down under? A more likely scenario is the paddy wagon rolling up just as the band struck their first chord, and 5 or 6 people from each bar trying to sue the band for creating a public nuisance. It’s one example, and I haven’t done the best job of describing it, but it’s fairly indicative of the stark divide that exists between the performance environment that we are used to here at home and the corresponding situation in Berlin (and to a lesser extent, Europe in general). The only rule is that there are pretty much no rules, and if you’re half decent, people will listen. There’s a good chance they’ll even give you some cash too.

FRI 29/8 – GIG CRAWL, MAGDEBURG

This was the most random night of my tour, but without a doubt one of the highlights, if not THE highlight, of the whole trip. Lena, who had organised the night with about 2 weeks notice, had never met me before. Never even heard of me in fact. But it turns out she knew a friend from Australia, and that was good enough. Not just good enough to meet me for a beer mind you, good enough to organise 5 gigs in the one night, a poster to promote the event, an article in the local paper, and a local duo (Once upon a Rooftop) to play with. Not to mention a decent crew of people to follow us around from place to place, and a DJ to finish off the night – spinning tunes till the wee hours as I tried to figure out at what point my life took the required “twist” that would eventually lead me to a gig crawl in the German city of Magdeburg. I still have no idea, but am pretty bloody happy about it I can assure you. Madness.

The trip to Magdeburg began in Berlin of course, where I had to find the Hauptbanhoff in order to catch a train. Not a difficult proposition when it’s the biggest train station in Europe! And Europe, as you are probably aware, is blessed with its fair share of train stations… Upon seeing the Hauptbanhoff for the first time, my reaction was more or less the same as when I walked into Notre Dame in Paris. (For those of you who missed the previous blog, I think the exclamation was “F….ing Jesus!”). The station has a glass roof and it’s one of the more spectacular modern buildings you are likely to see. Even more spectacular would have been a minor incident they had when the thing was being built – that being a massive glass panel falling to the ground and being smashed to smithereens. Fortunately I didn’t have a glass panel fall on top of me when I was there – may have made the performance in Magdeburg a bit of a challenge.

90mins after boarding the train, I had reached my destination. A rather nice journey punctuated by the absolutely ridiculous trumpet “announcement” music that was played at each station along the way. Upon my arrival, I was greeted in Magdeburg by Lena – full of smiles, and enough positive energy to power a small European nation. What a legend. An early dinner of quiche was prepared by my fellow gig-crawlers “Once Upon a Rooftop”. Steffen, you outdid yourself. Almost made me want to try making quiche as well, but I’d prefer not to watch my house burn down. So I’ll leave it to the experts…

The Gig Crawl – what an idea, what a night. Lena had billed it as “Sydney meets Magdeburg – Part 2”. (Part 1 had taken place a few weeks earlier atop a Double Decker bus in the main square – featuring Brett Winterford from Peregrine, amongst others). At some point in the not too distant future, we will try to do the return leg in Sydney, so stay tuned for that! At the first 3 bars, we actually set up outside on the pavement – on account of the locals keen to make the most of the last official “summer” weekend in Germany. Each place we played, we picked up an extra few music-lovers, and by the time we left the third gig we had a fairly big crew wandering with us to Café Central – which was for mine the pick of the venues. A beautiful candlelit room, perfect for acoustic music. Pretty sure there is a photo up in the tour shots somewhere. At each new venue, Once Upon a Rooftop would open up and tell everyone what was going on and why there was a funny dude from Australia following them round. A good thing they were able to explain the situation to the general public, because my knowledge of German does not extend far beyond “Bratwurst”.

By the time we got to the last bar (the biggest of the evening), the night was well and truly in full swing, and it was great to have the final performance on a stage through a pretty good PA System. Let’s just say that by gig Number 5, the unamplified acoustic tunes would barely have stood a chance against ever-increasing din – brought on by the rapid consumption of far too many wheat beers. By this stage of course, I was beyond the point of caring about the din, on account of my own efforts to keep up with the locals in the wheat beer department. Can’t say I matched them drink for drink, but by my normal standards I certainly put in a personal best performance. Seemed to cure my allergy to dancing anyway. Where were the producers of Dancing with the Stars?! They would have signed me up for sure.

My thanks to Lena, Once Upon a Rooftop and everyone else I met in Magdeburg whilst I was there. I felt welcome from the moment I arrived till the moment you all pushed me onto the train… (That was a joke…). I was even given a short historical tour of Magdeburg the day after the gig crawl, and joined a few folks on the banks of the river for a Birthday bash the following night. When you get to a new town, so often the experience is shaped by the people you meet. And in Magdeburg Germany, I really lucked out.

If you’ve got time, check out www.myspace.com/onceuponarooftop

WED 3/9 – RICKENBACKERS MUSIC INN, BERLIN
Supporting “Me and the White Rabbits”.

I’m not too sure what the “White Rabbits” referred to exactly, but I did meet the “Me” part of the band, a girl by the names of Johanna with a superb voice who it turns out used to play in the German National Softball Team! Of course I met the rest of the band as well, but I just wanted to get that story about the softball team in there – I thought that was cool. It was actually the guitarist Hannes who had been kind enough to let me open the show after I found the band on myspace. This was basically the way I booked most of the gigs on my trip, and I was very fortunate as I worked my way round Europe to find so many other musicians who were willing to help me out. I will always try to make an effort to do the same whenever there are independent artists coming to Australia.

Rickenbacker’s was a cool sort of room – appointed in much the same way as an old Irish pub. (That’s where the people of Rickenbackers are reading this thinking “that’s because it is an old Irish pub you idiot”). There was a small crowd, but they gave me the time of day and as a touring artist that’s all you can ever really hope for. It was nice to sit back and listen to Me (and also the White Rabbits) when I finished – a great way to end my time in Germany in fact. Certainly glad I decided to extend my stay in Berlin for a few days, although to be honest after a week I was still only scratching the surface. Managed to get home by 1am, giving me roughly 4hrs sleep before having to get up and make my way to Schoenefeld airport in the morning. Easyjet or otherwise, I will be heading back to Berlin again for sure. About the same time next year if all goes to plan.

THE OTHER DAYS, BERLIN…

So you may have noticed there are a few days missing there… Well that’s because there was no gigs, and I figured I wouldn’t bore you with too many general ramblings. For those of you who are interested however, I did manage to achieve the following few things during my stay:

*A trip to the top of the Berlin Tower. Not exactly the most impressive tourist destination I have ever been to, especially when no one had bothered to clean the windows for several years. The view of Berlin through a thick layer of dust was unspectacular at best.

*Riding round and round and round (and round) Berlin on a rented bicycle. Berlin is a lot bigger than Amsterdam… Bugger me. Like, seriously, a LOT bigger.

*Playing an Open Mic night at a place called The “Artliner” Café. A short trip on the subway and many a wrong turn, but it was cool. They also sold bottled beer mixed with Grapefruit Juice. Hmm….

*Checking out the Checkpoint Charlie Museum – quite a fascinating place if you ever get the chance, and a rare opportunity to see a part of the world with such immense historical and political significance. (Although the documentary about the third Reich, despite being advertised in English, was in German with no subtitles. I tried listening for 5 minutes to see if I could understand anything, but not once did I hear the word “Bratwurst”. Bummer).

*Finding my way to “Grosse Hamburger” Street, which if you translate the first part and not the second gives it the impression of being the premier fast-food location in all of Europe. Alas, a German rival to the Whopper with Cheese was not found, but I did get to devour one hell of a Lamb Kebab. For just 2.50! (That’s Euros – still a screaming deal).

*Busking. Again, it appears this is a legitimate way to make a living. Nice not to know anyone in the town as well, therefore you don’t feel like too much of a hobo when you play a song or two and pass a hat around in front of the pub. But it works! Made enough for a few meals anyway. (Although I didn’t enjoy quite the same reception at the airport train station when I had an hour to kill on my way out of town).

FINALLY….

I must say a MASSIVE THANKYOU to Manuela, who despite not really knowing me from a bar of soap was happy to have me crash in her spare room the whole time I was in Berlin – a big big help! Respekt.

Back to London, and then on to the last week of the trip. How nice of Finnair to give me free stopovers in Helsinki and Tokyo on the way home.

Back soon with the final installment…

Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Weekly... Volume PARIS

So despite my assurances, that last blog was not exactly brief. Surely Paris will achieve brief status – there were no shows, and I am going to do this one in point form. A highlights package of sorts. I figure there's enough information on the internet already – you don't really need me telling you about "the beautiful this" and "the wonderful that". People tend to do that with their group emails. Yawn. Instead, here's a series of observations… from my first trip to Paris…

Renny's Paris TOP TEN (In no particular order):

1. Bugger me the coffee is expensive. And pretty shit.

2. Is it perhaps a mark of its religious significance that the first two things I thought when I walked into Notre Dame were "Oh my God" and "F….ing Jesus!". Man that is one impressive church. And I was about to head straight on by because it looked like a tourist trap. Here's a tip for other first-time visitors to Paris – get there.

3. On the scale of shitness, the Eiffel Tower at night is at the opposite end to the aforementioned coffee. Take the stairs, they are cool. (There is a photo up in the tour shots…).

4. If you are brave enough to order a plate of Pate with a Sprite because you don't feel like drinking, then you can expect to be laughed at by the guy that takes your order, the other people behind the bar, and half of the customers in the café.

5. Bicycles. I am loving this bicycle situation in Europe. I don't mean to harp on it, but the pushbike is king. What a great way to see the city. In Paris, there are bike "stations" where people park communal bikes that you can pick up from one station, and drop off somewhere else. For just 1Euro a day, I could use a bicycle to get everywhere I needed to go. Including a trip up the Champs Elysees a la Le Tour de France. Not sure if I was meant to be in the middle of the road taking photos, but I survived…

(In any case, I was hard to miss on my bicycle – word had spread that I was the guy who had ordered a Sprite with my Pate).

6. After two days procrastination, I did manage to get my guitar out of the room for a spot of busking. In the Latin quarter in fact, which was great. No licence required, paid for my dinner. Even sold a few CD's. Gold.

7. Who did I run into at the top of the Eiffel Tower? My Bass player, Pat Savina.

8. No I did not just make that up. I know – crazy.

9. On my final morning in Paris, I made myself get up and see the Mona Lisa. Just so I could say I did. I was also hoping to find out what on earth Craig Mclachlan was singing about...
Well the louvre was certainly an impressive joint, but I don't get the fascination with ol' Mona. Having said that, I am pretty sure she was winking at me. Someone must have told her about the Pate.

10. I did not purchase a Beret. In case you were wondering. Not that you would have been…

Next stop Germany!

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Weekly... Volume AMSTERDAM

I am assuming that I'll be able to keep this brief (ish…). Also, I am sitting in Berlin Schoenefeld airport waiting to catch the plane to London, having had about 3hrs sleep after my show last night – not the type of circumstance that lends itself to the most articulate or informative musical travelogue… Plus my battery is running out. So moving on…

Farewell Scotland, Hello Amsterdam.

Well I'll be damned. (Maybe even Amster-damned…. Oh dear did I just say that? I think I did…). This is actually a really great city. I like the way it's laid out along the various canals and waterways, I love the slightly crooked traditional Dutch apartment buildings, I can enjoy a good coffee (rather than whatever it was they were giving me in the UK and Ireland), and I can get EVERYWHERE on my bicycle. Ah yes the bicycle – ruler of all the earth – the bicycle. How nice to ride around for a few days knowing that with the "tink" of a small bell you can exert a power greater than the forces of Communist China. Awesome.

Now in fact I had been to Amsterdam before, but the last two trips had been with Rugby tours from London. Rugby tours that departed – with a great many cases of warm beer – at 7am in the morning. So as you can imagine, my previous impressions of Amsterdam were somewhat blurry… There wasn't a lot of time to "take it all in" – I was too busy being marched off to the next bar in between brief moments of running onto a football field and attempting to play for 20mins (it was a 10-a-side tournament) without touching the ball or tackling anyone. (As a Fly-half, I had mastered the no tackling part very early in my career…).

This time around I am happy to say I managed to last 3 days without going to a club in the red light district and without getting plastered, stoned or any other derivation of the phrase "making a mess of ones self". Yes I hear you, I hear you – not very Rock'n'roll of me to have a sober, clean 3 days in Amsterdam, but I never said I was cool, folks. I never said I was cool. And instead of feeling like crap each morning, I was able to check out a lot of the city on my trusty two-wheeler. Even got to and from my gigs each night using good old pedal power with my guitar tucked under one arm! Had a great time.

THURS 21/8 – CAFÉ 'SKEK
I was intrigued by my initial invitation to play at 'Skek. Any place that puts an apostrophe before the start of the name is surely a little strange… Is this the reverse of the plural for I wonder? What would that be? Half a café perhaps? Well obviously we are dealing with a different language here yes, but thanks for pointing it out. It turns out that 'Skek is in fact a whole café, and it even has a nice little upright piano on the stage – an unexpected but very welcome surprise.

Good little crowd in for a Thursday night, including a few people I knew from back in the homeland. In fact, there was a table FULL of Aussies who had all made the trek down from The Hague that night especially for the gig! (Thanks Kate). And wouldn't you know it, they weren't on a fanatics tour, they didn't have their faces painted with green and/or gold zinc cream, and not once did they ask me if I knew the words to "Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi". Thank Christ for that. In the world of patriotic national war cries, I do believe Australia can lay claim to having the most boring, uninventive, and down right annoying of them all. New Zealand, for instance, have The Haka – an ancient tribal tradition passed down through generations in which participants are required to perform a carefully choreographed routine, demonstrating timing, agility and precision. We have a song with 2 words, each repeated 3 times, usually led by the dumbest person available, preferably the person with the biggest mullet who is more often than not selected because he is also the most intoxicated, and therefore the one with the least chance of saying anything else. Failing that, somebody pays John Williamson a lot of money, and 80,000 people try to sing our rugby team to sleep with an old folk song before the match kicks off. And we wonder why we keep losing the Bledisloe cup!

This was my first show in a non-English speaking country, so I was never entirely sure if half the people in the bar actually understood what I was singing about, or indeed what I was saying in between songs. And as I may have mentioned, or as you may have picked up, I don't mind a bit of a ramble in between songs. (Much like when I am putting together tour blogs in fact). That's how I keep myself amused anyway, for better or worse. Fortunately as I looked around the room I did notice a few heads nodding here and there, so I am assuming that for those that didn't have any idea what I was talking about, there was at least someone nearby to translate what I was saying. Be that a literal translation, or one which made me look like a complete muppet. Come to think of it, there were a few more laughs than normal…. Hmmm….

The night over, there was time to catch up with a few old friends and meet a few new ones at the open mic night, which runs each Thursday after the "feature artist". If you could call me that. Really I was just the bloke who kicked it off and played for the longest time…

FRI 22/8 – CAFÉ BLIVERTJE

Ok first of all, I have no idea how to pronounce the name of this café. In fact, I really can't pronounce anything in Dutch at all. It's like the alphabet has been thrown into one of those big lotto barrels and someone has drawn and re-drawn hundreds of thousands of times over to create the national dictionary. It seems quite common for the average Dutch person to sound like they are choking on flem as they order a beer, or a coffee, or anything really. So I give up on "Blivertje". Say nothing of the fact that, like 'Skek the night before, the "café" advertises itself as 't Blivertje. Again with the random pre-word apostrophe mark. I don't understand, but I was happy to run with it.

The astute observers amongst you will notice that I put the word "cafe" in inverted commas. This is because it is not a café in the normal sense of the word. The Blivertje – say it again, Blivertje – is in fact a squatters house! Yes, you heard me correctly – a squatters house. Someone had mentioned it to me the night before, but to be honest I hadn't really taken much notice, and when I arrived I was, to be fair, a little surprised. I think the same could be said for my friend from Australia, who last saw me play at the Hopetoun or the Cat and Fiddle or some other Sydney venue of that nature…. A slight contrast here…

Apparently squatters are fairly common in Amsterdam, and this is not the only place of this nature that exists. The Blivertje more or less serves as a headquarters of sorts where the various squatters in the neighbourhood gather together to eat dinner and catch up over a beer or two, as well as check out a bit of live music. The venue itself changes location roughly once a year – whenever the owners reclaim possession of the property. But after speaking to Hank, its seems that they are usually able to find a new spot fairly quickly.

I felt uncomfortable for all of 5 seconds, but I quickly began to feel like part of the family, and part of the furniture. It turns out that Hank, the man in charge, is a big supporter of independent music, and a number of the local singer-songwriters in Amsterdam often come through here to play. He's also an artist of sorts - so there was a great little cartoon of me that he had prepared for a flyer. I will have to post it in my tour photos when I can work out how to scan it in - very cool. Apparently they also have bands here – the last one was a 10-piece! I don't know where they would have put them all to be honest in between the old couches, computers and whatever else has been accumulated over the years, but Hank tells me it was an awesome show. And I believe him. At any rate, a bloke who's willing to give a random Aussie his own show on a Friday night at a week's notice is alright by me! I should add here that whilst the Blivertje didn't pay me any money, they did provide the best vegetarian curry I have EVER had, and beers were also on the house. Not that I would have minded paying – turns out they were selling them for the princely sum of 1 Euro.

The show itself was quiet, but really enjoyable. Potentially a slightly bigger language problem than Café 'Skek, but people clapped from time to time so I am assuming that was a good sign…. Also performing that night was a guy by the name of Frank, originally from France, who had recently moved to Amsterdam to be with his girlfriend and was just getting started on the local scene. Frank was an exceptional guitarist, and after speaking to him later that night it turns out he had toured Europe as a bass player several times over with a well known French artist – Yanne Matis (www.myspace.com/yannematis). These are two of the things I like most about music – you never know where it might take you, and you never know who you might meet. Apparently Frank has set up a "Rhythm section for hire" with a local drummer, and when I return to Europe next year with my new album finished, I may even be able to arrange a couple of full band shows in Amsterdam! Now that would be cool. (This is assuming of course I still can't afford to take my own rhythm section from Australia, who I wouldn't replace for the world. One day fellas, one day…).

Left to head home with a pretty good feeling about the Blivertje, particularly Hank who had booked me the show. So often it seems to be the case that the people with the least in this world are also happiest. Sydneysiders take note (myself included). I will definitely be stopping by again the next time I am in town.

So after one more day in Amsterdam, and a hell of a lot more cycling, it was time for me to bid farewell. Onwards to Paris, the city of love, or at least the city of "love"ly things…. if you're travelling solo like me… Oh Molly Mae, where art thou?

Time for a new blog I think.

(Turns out that wasn't so brief after all... What a surprise!)

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

The Weekly... Volume SCOTLAND

Ok another long one here folks, but I am spending a whole lot of time on trains... Enjoy!

SCOTLAND…

Whoops, I was reading back over that last blog and all of a sudden noticed my over-enthusiastic use of the exclamation mark as I neared my not-so-dramatic conclusion. I’ll try to be a bit more sparing this time… Incidentally, I am still trying to patent the “in-between” mark (I have mentioned this before) – that being half way between a full stop and an exclamation mark. Because there really needs to be a middle ground. (I could have used it here you see – by using the full stop it seems like I don’t really care too much about it, but if I used an exclamation mark then that would make me way too excited, or mad, or some other inappropriate emotional state).

I would show you what the “in between” mark looks like but, obviously, the symbol does not currently exist on the standard computer keyboard. Hence the constant full stop / exclamation mark conundrum that we all go through. Come on you know what I’m talking about. (Insert here again).

ANYWAY…

Where am I? Scotland. I like Scotland. In particular Edinburgh – such a great old city. The people are nice, and there is a strange sense of familiarity about it – almost like coming home, in a way. I’m not sure if I feel that way because I have been here before, or because of the welcome that we all received from the airport express bus driver which, from what I can remember, went something along the lines of:

“Good morning and welcome to Edinburgh. It’s wonderful to have you here with us. So glad you could come. This is the airport express bus, and I’ll be taking you into the middle of the city. If you need anything at all on our trip today, please do not hesitate to come up and ask and I’ll do my absolute best to help you out. For those of you who wish to get off at any point, please just press one of the many buttons you see throughout the bus and I’ll gladly pull over for you at the very next stop. If you have any other questions, again please feel free to come up and ask me. Ok then, I hope you have a fantastic stay in Edinburgh.”

“It really is wonderful to have you here”.

“Really really wonderful. Marvelous.”

(OK that last part was possibly a slight exaggeration).

All of this delivered with the warmest of warm Scottish accents. Like that cup of tea that you put your hands around on a cold rainy afternoon… that’s the type of comforting effect it was having on the airport express passengers that day. I may have even picked up a collective “Aaaahhhhh” as the driver finished what he had to say. This whilst I am smiling and thinking to myself:

“Thanks mate. You know what, I am glad to be here. Too right. And I think I really will have a fantastic stay”.

And it turns out I did.


THURS 14/8 – BLOC BAR, GLASGOW
The astute observers here may have picked up that this was the night after my final show in Dublin… which made for a pretty big day when you consider I had to wake up at 4am to catch a flight to Edinburgh. I think by the time I actually got to sleep after my show it was around 2am. That’s 22hrs if I remember correctly the addition/subtraction thing they taught me in my Commerce degree…

Arriving in Edinburgh, there was enough time to grab a coffee, dump my bags at the place I was staying for the next few days, and return to the “Royal Mile” (or the High Street as it was also called) to play my first busking spot. Several weeks earlier, I had managed to secure a busking “pitch” for 20mins each day on the Royal Mile, which is the main street performance area for the entire festival.

Now I’ve never been a huge busker, but I don’t mind doing it from time to time. Having said that, I could sense things would be difficult as I arrived and noticed two opera singers - in full costume - singing away to a fairly large crowd in the same spot I was about to play. Hmmm….. Then glancing up the street, I noticed the other busking pitches, which consisted of a Magician, an Illusionist duo, and a pair of Contortionists from Ghana. This is to say nothing of the Acrobats and Japanese drummers that were waiting to perform… Nor the selection of the worlds best street performers who were constantly rotating on the larger pitches in the middle of the street, performing to crowds numbering in the hundreds.

So you see I had my work cut out for me trying to compete with all that – bearing in mind I had just my songs and an acoustic guitar, and no real desire to paint my face or adopt any sort of ridiculous costume... That said, I thought I gave a pretty good account of myself, and managed to collect enough loose change in 20mins to pay for a sandwich, which I was fairly happy with. I am quite easily pleased.

(If you’re keen to see some busking footage, there is now a bit on Youtube – thanks Amanda – just do a search for “Renny Field” on www.youtube.com)

The Royal Mile is the central focal point for the entire festival, because that’s where everyone comes to check out the street performances, and it’s right in the middle of town. It’s also where all the other performers come to promote their shows (Comedy/Theatre/Dance/Music/Whatever!) that are running for the duration of the festival. At times it seemed like there were more people handing out flyers that there were members of the general public. Literally. (And the flyer-hander-outerers included myself for a few days… courtesy of my upcoming show). It’s practically impossible to make a choice – invariably you end up basing a decision on a friend’s recommendation, or taking a chance on something because it’s on at a time you happen to be free. I favoured the latter option for the main part, and saw a pretty diverse range of shows in the few days I was there. The scale of the event is quite amazing – hundreds of venues, thousands of artists and performers. They say the population of Edinburgh triples for the festival, and it wouldn’t be far off. From sun up till sun down and to sun up again. It basically runs right through the day and night. Madness, but great fun.

Anyway, I lost track there – I am meant to be discussing a show in Glasgow…

Glasgow is just under an hour from Edinburgh on the train, and is the bigger of the two cities. Turns out you actually head west to Glasgow, not North as I had originally thought on that first train journey. Which left my sense of direction completely askew. And I struggle with the North/South thing at the best of times. So understandably, I did the safest thing possible when I got in to Glasgow – sat down at the restaurant in the train station and ordered dinner. How very adventurous of me. As luck would have it, the waitress spoke a peculiar Glasweigan brand of English that I was more or less able to understand – hence I departed the restaurant with a full stomach and a rough idea of the directions to the Bloc Bar. 20mins and a few circles later, I was there. If there is one thing this tour has certainly taught me, it is to embrace “the backtrack”.

Despite arranging the gig at late notice, this was in fact my own headline show (a rare opportunity on this tour…) so it was nice to play for an hour or so and not have to stop after 5 songs. Bar Bloc is a great little underground bar. I say ‘underground’, but it’s more like ‘half underground’, as are several bars along the same street – sitting a few stairs below street level, almost like they don’t really want people to know about them… but people do of course know about them... Turns lots of the bars were pretty packed that night, which ends up giving the street a really cool atmosphere.

The Bloc Bar wasn’t exactly sold out for my show, but there were still a few people there to play to, and a few of them even seemed vaguely interested in what I was doing – bonus. I forget sometimes when I am playing the songs ALL the time that the people I am playing them to have NEVER heard them before. So I imagine it’s difficult to get through a full hour of original material…. Perhaps I should learn a few Elvis covers? (Or perhaps not).

A nice girl by the name of Paula opened up for me in Glasgow, and not only did she do a fine job of performing, but she also brought a friend who was able to give me a lift to the train station when I finished the show! A mad dash ensued (as per my usual method of being “on time”, and I bolted from the car to the train – sneaking through the closing doors just in time to get back to Edinburgh. Phew. After a day like that, I really didn’t need to be sleeping in the Queen Street train station for the night, as impressive as it may be… But I did quite like my first trip to Glasgow!

Zzzzzzzzzzz…. Taxi……… Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

FRI 15/8 – THE 13TH NOTE, GLASGOW
A nice sleep in was followed by another stint of busking. I think my crowd numbered about 3 at its peak, but hey at least I can say I was there! Another trip to Glasgow on the train – this time heading West, not North… And voila! I was there again. Needed to find some guitar strings, and noticed a group of 14yo Emo teenagers on the street corner who, of course, knew exactly where the nearest guitar shop was. Excellent.

Time for a quick beer with a friend (who was also having me to stay that night – fortunately no midnight trains to Edinburgh…), then back to drop off the gear and onwards to the 13th note… What a cool venue! This one is underground (ie fully underground, not partially like the previous evening), and old, dirty, grungy, small – all those things you would expect of a really great old rock venue. Which is apparently the type of reputation the 13th note has in Glasgow. Sadly for me, there seemed to be a problem…

Upon walking down the stairs, guitar in hand, I was greeted by slightly bemused looks from the band that was already there. I had been in contact via myspace with one of the guys from the headline act, “Local Tour Guide”, and the last correspondence I had received was telling me to come along as I would be able to do a set to open up. Apparently I had failed to receive the following message, negating the previous one, which informed me that the support spot was no longer possible… Which made things slightly awkward as I strolled in to perform! Fortunately, a series of frenzied negotiations managed to persuade the powers that be to let me play a few songs anyway… on account of the fact that I had come all the way from Australia… and I am not the sort of person who usually arrives to play at places that aren’t expecting me… (Having said that, if I was that sort of person, then the tactic would have worked. Maybe we could all try it a few times and see if we end up getting a gig – we can call it the “Rock up unannounced with guitar in hand” project).

So a big thanks to Stevie and Local Tour Guide (www.myspace.com/localtourguide), and thanks to the venue for being kind enough to let me play – and kind enough to invite me back, but next time with a more definite booking please… if at all possible…

Went to a cool bar after the show called the Pig and Butterfly, or the Butterfly and Pig – I can’t remember. Another example of the British tendency to couple two unlikely animals / objects together and decide that they would make a good bar name. But it was a great bar, and plenty of 60’s/70’s swing music to dance to. (Or watch people dancing to if, like me, you are allergic to dancing yourself). Anyway worth a look – I recommend it if you’re ever in Glasgow. (However I do NOT recommend eating a MacDonalds chocolate brownie on the way home).

SAT 16/8 – EDINBURGH
Returned to Edinburgh early on the train, and got talking to a bloke who was playing guitar for a few different bands. Nice enough chap – keen to impress with his virtuosic guitar skills which he was displaying for most of the journey… Wasted on me of course, because I just write songs and play chords. Scales and arpeggios were never my thing…

More busking today. 3 down, 3 to go. Also tried busking on a street corner just off the Royal Mile for something different, but the crowd numbers were about the same. My biggest source of income was in fact from a bloke who wanted to play my guitar, just so his wife could take a photo of him “busking” at the Fringe Festival. This achieved, he promptly dropped my guitar onto the pavement. Cheers mate – great job. But I still will always try to allow people to play a song if they ask, because I remember what it was like to be that bloke asking to play… so in some ways now I feel a sense of responsibility… if that makes sense…

No show in the evening, instead went to see a dance performance by a Californian theatre company. Very interesting. The piece was mainly performed on stilts, and it was outdoors, which was quite a nice change from the small theatres in which you are watching most shows in at the fringe. Anyway it was a beautiful show – and something very unique. Glad I got to check it out. If only I cold remember the bloody name.

SUN 17/8 – THE VILLAGE, EDINBURGH
Well my time in Scotland had really been building towards this show, as I had booked this one first, and it was my only headline show in Edinburgh. I was not officially part of the fringe program but fortunately happened to be passing through at the same time of the year, which was a nice mistake on my part. (Whoops did I just say that? Ah no-one’s reading). Ahem, I meant perfectly arranged by myself to coincide with one of the largest arts festivals in the world! Incidentally, I had again taken part in the festival that day with another more-or-less undetected busking performance on the Royal Mile. I don’t think “flying under the radar” is really meant to be the idea, but sure enough I found a way. Anyway, again it was a good laugh – this time there was at least some assistance from the organisers, who were apparently doing their best to try and get the over-enthusiastic bongo / conga group next door to play softer on account of the “acoustic guitarist who is barely audible”. Ah thanks for trying fellas, but little did you know that I was kind of enjoying being barely audible… in a funny sort of way. Gave me something else to write about in the blog.

The Village is a beautiful little pub in the suburb of Leith, which as luck would have it was right where I was staying. Just around the corner in fact. How convenient. I thought walking to my gigs in Surry Hills was cool, but being able to walk to my gigs in Edinburgh? Well that’s just taking it to a new level entirely!

The performance room was everything you might expect from a “beautiful little pub” in Edinburgh – an old stone interior recently refurbished and beautifully appointed – just perfect for a solo acoustic show. Couldn’t have asked for anything better really, and I will definitely have to return one day. I will post some tour photos when I get a chance.

Opening up for the night were a duo from Aberdeen on Guitar/Harmonica – Nicky Powell and Neil Evans. Nicky being a boys’ name of course, not the girl version… I feel I should make this distinction because, after all, my own name is somewhat sexually ambivalent. The guys performed a great set to a small but appreciative audience.

What’s that I hear you ask? Why did I get people from Aberdeen to support me when I was in Edinburgh?? Well that’s easy – because I met someone on myspace of course… in one of my many late-night internet sessions whilst trying to book shows for the tour. A girl by the name of Amanda had been trying to help me get a show in Aberdeen in the North of Scotland (which was eventually achieved) – and it turns out Amanda was actually a poet, and was going to be in Edinburgh for a few days around the time of my show. Hence, Amanda was actually booked in to do a short set of poetry in between myself and the opening act… the opening act that had not yet been arranged due to my limited knowledge of musicians in Edinburgh…. And so Amanda asked Nicky and Neil if they would like to do it… and VOILA! So not only is Amanda a great poet, but it turns out she also doubles as a booking agent and part-time tour manager. Legend. And her set of poetry that night went down a treat too. I must try to do that sort of thing again – it was nice to hear something different.

(Did you follow that? I lost myself about half way through – I am too busy looking out the train window – I think I just entered France. Will be in Paris soon…)

As for my set, well I thought it went OK.

Actually bugger that – it was awesome!

I wouldn’t normally go to those extremes, but to be honest I think it was my favourite show of the whole tour. A lot to do with the room and in particular the crowd, who I must thank for making the trek out to Leith – not exactly in the middle of the city, and certainly a big call when there are several hundred venues which would have been a lot closer. So thanks for making it such a great night – hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Another few points to Edinburgh in the favourite city stakes…

MON 18/8 – EDINBURGH
20 more minutes of invisible busking negotiated after what was, as expected, a fairly lazy morning. I forget that the rest of the world goes to work on a Monday. But then again the rest of the world doesn’t work till 1am on a Sunday night, so I don’t have to feel so bad…

Took a trek up the hills that overlook Edinburgh – a great walk if you have the time. The view of the city from Arthur’s seat is spectacular. The view from the second peak, the higher of the two, would have been even more spectacular if it wasn’t for the thick Scottish fog that closed in just as I approached the summit, hence leaving me staring at what I assume would be a life-size version of the Cumulo Nimbis clouds I read about in my year 8 science text book. Another day of balmy summer weather – I guess people get used to it. Anyway my attempt to wait out the fog didn’t appear to work, and I had to be content with a slightly less impressive viewpoint when I had climbed back down a sufficient distance… Ah not to worry, at least I had given myself that sense of achievement that makes any traveller’s day worthwhile.

Saw a few shows later on – some free comedy, a musical, some drama, dance. Got lost a few times. Also noticed another several hundred venues and rooms which I never knew existed, and I was really only scratching the surface. I have said it before, but the festival, and what it does to the city, is really something to behold.

TUES 19/8 – THE TUNNELS, ABERDEEN
Well despite briefly contemplating retiring from the world of busking (at least from busking at the Fringe Festival anyway), I managed to keep my place each day – at 1.35pm on “Alcove 2”. That’s what they called my location. And even if the crowds weren’t 5-deep to hear my tunes, it was still a great experience. If for no other reason other than to say I was there. Along the way I met some interesting people, some even more interesting performers, and it gave me an opportunity to experience the festival in a very unique way. The last two days I was preceded by “The Rock Wizard”. No idea what the actual stage name was, but picture and old man with a very long beard dressed in a purple cape and a wizards hat whilst furiously strumming an acoustic guitar and singing in a barely audible manner. I briefly contemplated asking him if I could borrow the cape, but thought better of it… Hence I was able to finish the week off with my artistic integrity intact. For what it was worth. (Not a great deal, but enough for a few lunches).

The trip to Aberdeen was around 3hrs on the train – the East Coast Express or something similar. Turns out they have free wireless internet which is worth remembering if you’re ever touring in the UK – will save you a lot of cash in the internet cafes!

Aberdeen upon arrival was, how shall I put it…. Grey. Very grey in fact. The buildings were all grey you see, and the sky that afternoon appeared to be more or less the same colour, which made for a surreal other-worldy experience. Almost like I was wandering around in George Orwell’s 1984… if that makes sense. Anyway I did manage to find the venue and have a brief look around the town, but on account of the lack of colour and the imminent storm that was brewing (I assumed) I retreated to the nearest pub for dinner and – you guessed it – some grade-A Aberdeen Angus Beef. Turns out the Aberdeen Angus Beef isn’t as Aberdeen-Angus as you might expect. (A bit more like “Fell off the back of the truck driven by Angus somewhere near Aberdeen”). Can’t say it was a memorable meal (I was warned), but it was filling, so that at least ticks one box on the starving artist checklist.

Well it turns out that, as is often the case, first impressions count for little, because the show that night was a great way to finish my time in Scotland. The Tunnels is tucked away beneath the street somewhere (in a Tunnel – funny that), which made for a really good “rock” room. Fortunately for me, Tuesday nights are singer-songwriter nights, so the lack of an amplifier didn’t hurt me. Having said that, I must make a note that in future when I play these types of places, I think it would be worthwhile investing in a few more black T-shirts. The blue one seemed out of place – almost like I was a surfer who went to find the beach, but took a wrong turn somewhere near Cairns and ended up on the other side of the world. Still, I really enjoyed the gig, and my “colourful” attire didn’t seem to count against me. Actually the Aberdeenian Musos were very welcoming, and the next time I come to Scotland I will certainly be taking the train up North again because there are a few good opportunities to play your songs up there. Apparently the sun also comes out from time to time and you do actually feel like you are in the real world.

My thanks to Craig, whose help make the show possible. Also to Amanda who was generally helping me the whole time, and finally to Collette – who offered to put me up in her room whilst she stayed elsewhere. This on account of there being no available rooms in Aberdeen… on a Tuesday night… Something about the oil rig changeover day apparently… Good thing Collette was around, because otherwise I was heading back to the benches in the train station!

Managed to make my early train back to Edinburgh in the morning, then it was a one-way trip to the Airport for the flight to Amsterdam. (I did notice the bus driver on the way out of Edinburgh was no-where near as friendly as the one on the way in. If it was that guy, he might have been in tears at losing so many visitors all at the same time… ).


So farewell Scotland – I do really like you. Quite a lot actually. I’ll be back soon.

Next instalment – Amsterdam, Paris and Berlin. Good to be on the road!

Stay tuned…

Friday, August 22, 2008

The Weekly... Volume IRELAND

WARNING – This is two weeks worth – so it’s a looooooong one….. might want to attempt it in several sittings!

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Ok so as I type this I am sitting on a Bus Eirann service from Dublin to Wexford in Ireland. “Eirann”, as I have recently discovered, is in fact pronounced “Airann”. If you pronounce it “Iran”, as I did this morning, then the taxi driver could well mistake you as a fundamental Islamic terrorist plotting to blow up the Capital. Fortunately for me some smooth negotiating skills (“Ah… Sorry mate”) got me to the bus station instead of the Garda depot. The “Garda” are the police you see – at least I am assuming that is the case because of the blue lights on top of the cars... they could potentially be something else entirely. I am quickly discovering over here that quite a lot of things in Ireland are, funnily enough, Irish. Perhaps this bus doesn’t even go to Wexford…. Well at the very least it’s a chance to give you all a bit of an update.

Tues 29/7 – RUBY SESSIONS, DUBLIN
Great songwriter night in the heart of Dublin. Something like this would never really exist in Sydney. The closest thing I can think of were the Woojam nights at Bar Me, but there were more performers there. The Ruby sessions showcase 4 songwriters every Tuesday night, and you could hear a pin drop for the whole time. Small room, but a nice crowd who are there to listen. A great gig first up, but also a pretty tough one when you’ve just had a monster weekend as best man at your mate’s wedding. A few more nerves than usual courtesy of the alcohol still trickling out of the system, but managed to negotiate the first gig in Ireland OK. Pint of Guiness to reflect – awesome.

Wed 30/7 – THE JOHN HEWITT, BELFAST
I had never been to Northern Ireland before, and I’m not really up-to-date on the history (this is something I have since rectified…). But I figured as long as I didn’t say anything remotely religious or political I would be OK. That plan seemed to work, as I am still here typing this blog. As fate would have it, my good friend and bass player from Sydney – Pat Savina – happened to be in Ireland at the same time and negotiated a role as the “tour manager” for my first week here. Good to have some company for the trip!

The drive up North from Dublin is unspectacular at best. Some friends in England had warned me that driving in Ireland will take you twice as long as you expect, mostly due to the tractors / slow-moving lorries that end up in front of you from time to time. And sure enough, we did in fact end up behind 2 tractors on the way to Belfast. Hence making “driving” a tourist activity in itself, before you even make it to any of the tourist “attractions”. Bearing in mind we were travelling between two Capitals. No-one seems to know how long any particular drive takes either. Estimates for Dublin to Belfast ranged from 2hrs to 5hrs. I think we allowed for something in the middle and were near enough to the mark.

We did manage a stop on the way up in the not-so-picturesque seaside town of Ballbriggen (I think that’s how it was spelt…). For future reference, this is better avoided. Unless you are looking for a terrible coffee (worse than the average over here, which is not great), possibly the world’s worst bagel, a poorly-stocked salvation army thrift store and groups of 12-yo kids in Adidas tracksuits smoking cigarettes to while away the summer vacation. There was also a large section of the main street which had been blocked off for road works, but which advertised “business as usual” nonetheless. This despite the fact that the businesses were completely inaccessible, even for the people working there! OK so maybe I am being harsh – we didn’t bother stopping at the “tourist centre” because the first impressions didn’t bode well. But Ballbriggians if there is something I have missed, then please by all means send recommendations to info@rennyfield.com. (I’ll even put you on the mailing list for your troubles).

Belfast seems to be a nice sort of place. An industrious town, harsh in places, but overall I got a decent vibe off it. (Not that my “vibes” are tremendously meaningful min you…). It’s always a bit difficult when you’re on tour, because invariably you end up spending your time either at the hotel or the venue, with maybe a restaurant or two in between if you’re lucky. Fortunately I did manage to run up a fairly large hill (forced exercise after a week of nothing….), and there was a pretty nice view of the town and the coastline. Also I saw a pretty cool school playground where the students were fortunate to have some football posts for their amusement… in the middle of the asphalt…

The John Hewitt was a great little pub. In fact it recently won the “best beer pub” award for the whole of Great Britain and Ireland. Which is no mean feat I tell you, because there is no shortage of pubs in these parts. At times it feels like there is one for every household (slight exaggeration sure, but not too much of an exaggeration!). Somehow in the midst of all that great beer though, we managed to find one that had been brewed with Coriander. (?!). Suffice it to say, there is a reason that beer is not normally brewed with Coriander.

The gig itself was great. Small crowd, but the tunes were well received. Mr Savina had managed to find himself a bass guitar at the local cash converters for 100Pounds, so we played as a two-piece for the evening, which was a nice change. Also this was our own show, so I was able to get through a couple of sets. Finished up around 1am, chocked full of Coriander, satisfied with the Northern Irish debut.

In case you were wondering, the owner’s name was Gerry. Not John Hewitt. I don’t know who John Hewitt is. Cousin of Lleyton?

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NEWFLASH – I am now on a different bus heading to Cork… the Blog was taking too long…. I really should be trying to write a song instead of these rambling travelogues… but they are a good way to pass the time.
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Thurs 31/7 – DRIVE TO GALWAY, BACK IN THE REPUBLIC
Again the time estimates varied greatly – from Belfast to Galway we were looking at anything in between 3 and 7 hours. How could you not narrow it down any more than that?! Anyway I think it took us around 5, with plenty of stops. Including one at a place called Sligo. I have no reason to include that, except for the fact that it’s the only place I can really remember.

If there was one thing that has never changed ever since I got here, it’s that EVERYONE in Ireland tells you to go to Galway. And sure enough, it didn’t disappoint. As luck would have it, I had timed my visit in the same week as the Galway Races. Aside from the horse racing each day, imagine a small town with pubs every 5m transformed into a massive outdoor beer garden for an entire week. Madness. Not quite as mad as running of the bulls in Pamplona, but getting pretty damn close. People from all over Ireland come for this week – one of the biggest festivals in the country. The first night we got there, it was raining, so the tiny little pubs were JAMMED – so much so that I think I remained in the same section of the same pub for about 4hrs. Purely because I couldn’t move anywhere else! Crazy stuff. Fortunately in Galway an old work mate offered to put us up for a few days, so it was good to have a local to show us around a bit. Not that we felt like doing much each day on account of the late finishes…. Anyway… Managed to also catch up with an old friend who I worked with in Mammoth Mountain California – a ski season I did way back in 2001! How about that. We’re both from Australia, met once in America, caught up again 7 years later in Ireland. Go figure. Gotta love travelling.

FRI 1/8 – CAFÉ LUNA, GALWAY
Tiny little café in the heart of Galway. Great sandwiches, good coffee, but probably the smallest place I have ever played. No amplification, just acoustic. Not sure if anyone was really listening, but I was chatting away in my usual rambling fashion that I tend to adopt when I have a guitar in my hand, so at the very least I was amusing myself…

The highlight of this show had to be the Jehovas Witness (what did they all witness?) who walked up to me in the middle of a song… Yes in the middle of a song…. and asked me if I’d “like to read something?”.

“Sure mate – as soon as I have finished playing my song here then sure…”

“But do you read?”.

“Um… errr…. Yes mate I read – but as I said I’m just in the middle of something”.

Eventually he got the message, and must have realised that I was in fact going to finish my set before I read any Jehovas Witness promotional material! So he left a flyer for me on the table next to where I was playing. Now I am not privy to the training techniques of the Jehovas Witness organisation, but surely if you are going to “sell” a religion, then this is not the way to go about it. Because not only did they lose my vote (so to speak), but I dare say they’ve probably lost the vote of anyone else who is reading this at the moment (if you made it this far…). One of the more ridiculous things I have ever witnessed. Possibly even more ridiculous than whatever has made all these people “witnesses” in the first place….. And he didn’t even buy a CD! Jackass.

Interestingly enough, the girl who was playing after me, Niceol Bleu, had helped me get this gig. She was on her way to a few more that night – all paid shows. Seems to be a fair few opportunities around to make a living as a musician here, as long as you’re happy to play the occasional café and do a spot of busking. (And as long as you don’t mind a Jehovas Witness flyer or two coming your way…). But I reckon that’s better than being chained to a desk in the city somewhere!

Caught up after the show with an old friend from Sydney, Siobhan, who used to work in Bar Me when I played a lot of my shows there last year. Some of you may remember her… Nice to see yet another familiar face on the other side of the world. Hadn’t lost any of her famous personality either. “Sound”, as they would say over here.

SAT 2/8 – THE ROISIN DUBH, GALWAY
A brief wander round Galway on the Saturday morning – this town has got character. I suppose it’s got a lot to do with the way the place is laid out. The narrow cobbled streets, the tiny old shopfronts, bars/cafes extending out over the footpaths. All of this accentuated by the increase in population as a result of race week. So the place has its own energy. There are buskers on every corner – something I should have been doing, but instead I had agreed to a highly competitive (?) game of squash against Mr Savina. Field victorious 3 sets to 1. I’d like to thank my fans….

Plenty of people had told me to try and get a show at the Roisin Dubh if I was going to Galway. The place was awesome. I guess the only thing I could compare it to back home is the Espy in Melbourne, mainly for it’s dedication to live music. The Roisin Dubh is a lot smaller however – very much a pub atmosphere with 2 performance spaces – one up and one down. Successive emails to the Roisin Dubh had produced very little response (these sent in my all-night email sessions when I was trying to book this tour…), but fortunately an Irish guy by the name of Peter Doran offered to let me do a short set to open up for him in the upstairs bar. A really nice little room that had a capacity of about 80 people (versus the downstairs room with a large stage that can hold around 300…). A Saturday night, and there was a healthy crowd in there to check out the music for the evening. This would not happen in Australia. I mean, I love my country I really do, but to think that a crowd of people would sit around drinking beer on a Saturday night listening to two acoustic acts they had never heard of before…? It just wouldn’t happen. At least I haven’t found those sorts of places otherwise I would be playing them more often. Yet over here, this is quite normal. People enjoy new music, and seem a lot more willing to take it on board.

A great note to finish on in Galway – I am hoping to get back over here in a year or so. Peter Doran is worth a look if you have the time – do a search on myspace and he’ll come up on that. My thanks also to Pat Savina who once again provided some bottom end (that’s the Bass guitar folks… minds out of the gutter please….). Back to Dublin we go…

SUN 3/8 – THE PURTY KITCHEN, DUB LEGHAIRE (DUBLIN)
Just in case you’re wondering, it’s pronounced “Dun Leary”. Not “Dun Legare” as I first thought. A subtle difference yes, but handy to know if you’re stopping to ask for directions and you want a helpful response rather than a look of confusion. Dun Leghaire is about 20min drive south of Dublin - a nice spot on the coast. The drive across from Galway was around 3-8hrs as per the usual Irish time frame – not so many tractors, but an enourmous number of roundabouts. For some reason, a highway in Ireland is not complete without a roundabout every 5km or so. Seems the traditional “intersection” (ie smaller road gives way to bigger road) is not so popular round these parts. So by the time I hit Dublin, I’m a little giddy, and it’s not only because I am excited about the show.

The Purty Kitchen is a great spot for dinner. Mind you, having the word “Kitchen” in their name, they really should know what they are doing… On that front, I am reminded of a wonderful little chain of Pizza Shops over here called “4-Star Pizza”. A very clever name indeed, as they are not claiming to have the best Pizza, just decent enough to be 4 stars. So really the customer will always be content – even if it’s not completely up to scratch, they wouldn’t dare complain because, after all, it’s not meant to be perfect. Genius.

(I have been challenged to write a song with “4-star Pizza” in it somewhere. It will happen!).

Pizzas aside, the gig itself was a good laugh, and I got to see a few other great local songwriters. Pretty rowdy sort of crowd as it was the Irish bank holiday the next day, so no-one had to work. As far as I am aware, a bank Holiday in Sydney is, as the name suggests, a holiday for the banks and not the rest of the working population. Seems the rest of the population in Ireland weren’t too happy about that arrangement, so they’ve all decided to take the day off anyway. This was the last show with Pat Savina, who departed for London the following morning. Was great to have him along for the trip (plus I looked like some sort of international rock star of course being able to afford to bring my bass player half way round the world with me! Ha ha…). Anyway thanks Pat!

Pat also made the necessary arrangements to enable us to stay in Dublin with an old family friend of his – very nice of her because they hadn’t seen each other in a few years, notwithstanding the fact that I was a “bonus” guest who more or less came unannounced. Fortunately there was a spare couch… Phew. Thanks Kim!

MON 4/8 – REST DAY – DUBLIN
Dropped Pat to the Airport, then took it easy. Decided to ditch the hire car in favour of public transport for the second week of the trip. Incidentally it seems to be going Ok to this point (I have made it to Cork, transferred buses, heading towards Limerick now. I am going to watch Paul Kelly and Holly Throsby tonight. It is my patriotic duty). Kim (Pat’s friend) proved to be a superb tour guide, taking me for a drive out to Sugar Loaf – a mountain (generous…?) peak just south of Dublin. Great view back up to the city and down the coast in the other direction. And I am a person who loves my great views! Worth a look if you can get there. Figured I didn’t really need to see the Guiness factory – I seem to be doing an autheintic personal Guiness tour of sorts anyway!

TUES 5/8 – WEXFORD SONG CLUB
Well the first leg of the bus trip went ok. Again however, those driving times are never set in stone over here. For example, the last 24km to Wexford took us 45min. That is no exaggeration… How does that happen on the highway? And why the traffic jam at 2pm on the way in to Wexford town? Where is everyone going? I don’t understand.

The Wexford song club had to be the highlight so far in Ireland. A really nice space, and a really nice crowd on hand who listened to just about every word. It’s worth remembering that this was a Tuesday night. On a Tuesday night in Sydney, there are very few places that would bother to do live music outside of Scruffy Murphy’s, featuring the best of Coldplay, U2 and Robbie Williams – being performed, funnily enough, to an audience of Irish backpackers… Anyway down in Wexford, about 3(?)hrs south of Dublin, it turns out there is a superb original music venue that runs every Tuesday night, and gets a good regular crowd each week. There was actually a couple of travelling Aussies in the audience – which meant someone could understand what I was saying! If ever you’re passing through, check out the Wexford Song Club at The Sky and Ground Pub. You’ll be guaranteed a selection of great original artists – both from Ireland and abroad.

Here are a couple of the guys that played last Tuesday:
www.myspace.com/jimicullen (Ireland)
www.myspace.com/felixsonnyboywilson (USA)

WED 6/8 – NEW MUSIC CLUB, BRAZIL’S CAFÉ, CLONMEL, TIPPERARY
Ok the buses are not too bad – as long as you’re not in a rush. I am getting used to them anyway. The most exciting thing about this show? It’s in Tipperary! Try telling me 5 years ago that I would be playing my own songs in Tipperary! Ha!! It’s funny the way life works… As the song suggests, it’s a long way to Tipperary my friends, especially if you are coming from Sydney, Australia. Fortunately for me on this particular occasion, it’s only 2hrs on the Bus Eirann from Wexford.

On first impression, Clonmel seems like a nice little old town – nestled in amongst the surrounding hills. This was until I was greeted at the bus stop by a 30-something year old mother with no teeth telling her 13-14yo daughter (who was smoking) that she was going to “Smack her in the head” because they’d just missed the bus. Hmmmm.

There’s something that I am starting to realise here… ALL the Irish towns can be classed as “Nice little old towns”. The features of Clonmel are characteristic of all the towns I have visited so far this trip. The same narrow cobbled streets, the same old style pubs, the same stone walls, clocks, churches, and not forgetting those one way streets! (Not that there’s often enough room for 2 directions of traffic mind you, but even the locals seem bemused by the number of one way streets…). Anyway, I suppose a lot of the towns in Australia are similar to each other as well. As are the smaller towns around America. I think I notice the cobbled streets more though, as I am pulling a wheelie suitcase, so my entire trip has been accompanied by a fairly annoying series of “click, clack, click, clack” noises as the bag makes it’s way across the uneven surfaces. Fortunately no blow-outs yet – if one of those wheels dies then I am stuffed! The backpack / wheelie suitcase dilemma was a tough one… but I have no regrets! At least that’s what I keep telling myself when I am dragging it over the cobblestones.

Brazil’s was a fairly small bar, but again filled with a good crowd of people all interested in hearing new music. It’s enjoyable playing to these sorts of crowds. Sure it wasn’t The Colosseum, but it was still a lot better than the Fairfield RSL! Interestingly enough, Jimmy Cullen (who also played the night before in Wexford – see above) had also made the trip across for this show, so we had become brief touring companions of sorts – random, but cool. I am starting to feel like a local!

More random and more cool – an Irish girl called Lou who used to live upstairs at the Excelsior in Sydney but had recently moved home (due to her Visa running out) drove 100 Miles with a friend of hers just to see the show! (On account of her promising that she’d come see me play if I ever made it to Ireland). Full Credit to her for being mad enough to follow through on the promise! Plus the two of them took me on a nice drive through the Irish countryside the following morning. No doubt about it, this country is blessed with some beautiful scenery.

Thanks to Liam at the New Music Club and Brazil’s for another enjoyable night. Can you tell I am warming to Ireland? (Not that it’s warming to me much – still haven’t seen a lot of sun…but that’s OK).

THURS 7/8 – REST DAY- CLONMEL/WATERFORD
In case you’re ever in the area, there is a decent Gym in Clonmel right next to the Bus/Train station. The body needed some physical activity… Travelled by bus to Waterford, and checked in to the most bizarre place I have ever stayed. Ask me about it, I’ll tell you so you can avoid it on your next trip to Ireland. For future reference though, best not to check into a hotel that looks like it is falling apart. And certainly not one where the hotel “sign” has detached from it’s mounting and sits at a 45 degree angle – lights out.

Waterford was a lively little town by night, but I decided to take it easy. Ate the biggest Irish Stew I could find. Put on 10kg. Barely made it back to the hotel. If you can call it that…

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NEWSFLASH AGAIN - Location Update – I am now in Scotland…. Typing on the train from Aberdeen to Edinburgh… nearly done with Ireland. This blog is as much for my amusement as yours!
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FRI 8/8 – McCARTHY’S (THE INVISIBLE PUB), YOUGHAL
A spot of busking in Waterford to start the day, followed by the obligatory couple of hours in the Internet café trying to book more shows. The joys of the solo tour... Anyone know a good booking agent?! Actually the busking wasn’t too bad – I managed to pay for my lunch, the Internet, and the bus fare to Youghal! It could have been so much better if it wasn’t for the French brass band that started up just around the corner…

Youghal (pronounced Yaawwwl”, not U-gal as I originally thought…) was a nice sort of place. Another one of these historic Irish towns with nice old buildings and churches and quiet little streets. This one felt a bit nicer than the rest though – probably something to do with it being right on the coast. Checked in to a B&B and had a wander round – found a “Field Printers” which I thought was pretty cool. Also saw some of the smallest fishing “trawlers” I have ever seen. I don’t know what they are catching, but quite obviously they are just trying to feed a family of 4. There wouldn’t have been room for anything else!

The “Invisible” pub got its nickname due to the layout. There is a front bar right near the entrance, but there is a larger bar/room “hidden” in the back of the pub – actually I had to ask where it was when I walked in, so they had in fact done a pretty good job of hiding it. As it turned out, the “Invisible” pub appeared to be, as the name suggested, pretty hard to find for the residents and visitors of Youghal on this particular Friday night. I think the average crowd size was about 4 people. At times I was even playing to nobody at all – as the people who were there had all gone outside to have a cigarette! Funnily enough though, I didn’t really mind to much – because after all, it’s all part of the story isn’t it?! And in the end I did meet a few other decent folks that night – including a couple of local musicians.

“McCarthys” is run by a guy called Tom…. McCarthy! How about that. There are about 25 other shops run by “McCarthys” in Youghal – so either it’s a very common name or there’s something else going on that is better not spoken of… But Tom McCarthy was a great bloke, and if any of you are ever looking for a gig in Youghal as you are passing through, he’d be more than happy to have you. In fact, it’s not always as quiet as that – turns out I just got a bad night. Not to worry, I still enjoyed myself.

SAT 9/8 – PAUL KELLY LIVE AT DOLANS, LIMERICK
I had noticed Paul Kelly was on tour when I was first planning this trip, and whilst my appeals for a support slot had fallen on deaf ears (or at least ears that were more attracted to Holly Throsby… fair enough….), I decided nonetheless to jump on a bus for 3 hours and head to Limerick to see the great man himself.

Limerick was, to be fair, a fairly industrious sort of town. Nothing immediately appealing upon exiting the bus station – aside from the “Station Hotel”, which did me Bed and Breakfast for 35 Euro. And not so far to walk the next day! Again it’s a bit hard to get a good idea of what it’s like when you’re only there one night, but I wasn’t there for a city tour, I was there to see Paul Kelly! The gig was held upstairs at Dolans – a great little room – and it was one of the highlights of my two weeks in Ireland. The last time I saw Paul Kelly it was with about 10,000 other people at the Sydney festival. In Limerick, there were about 80. So to see him in such an intimate setting was a great opportunity and, as you can imagine, pretty inspiring stuff. Here is a man who has dedicated his life to being a songwriter – and here was proof that if you remain committed to the path you choose, then good things can happen.

He was joined on stage for the set by his nephew Dan, who was actually a superb guitarist himself. Hadn’t ever seen him play before, but I will definitely go and check out a show next time he is in Sydney. All in all a great night – helped along of course by the Pints of Guiness I was being fed (and I use the word “Fed” deliberately…) by the Irish couple I was sitting with. Thanks!

Drinking Pints of Guiness watching Paul Kelly at Dolans in Limerick. There might be a song in that somewhere… A drunken Irish shanty perhaps…

SUN 10/8 – THE SLATE BAR, CORK
Back on the bus again in the morning, and spent a fairly uneventful day in Cork… One of the interesting things when you’re on tour is the fact that you quickly develop the ability to find a great number of mundane ways to pass the time. For instance, going on a wild goose chase for a Gym in Cork…. What I can tell you is that if you are looking for a Gym, it is impossible to find one in the city centre. Actually I lie – there is one in the bottom of a hotel, but they only offer a 1-month temporary membership for 120 Euro. Which I thought was a bit much even for rock stars on European tours like myself… I would have gone to a park to play my guitar, but you can never be too sure how far away the rain is. So it’s safer to stay indoors.

I did manage to watch the hurling semi-final between Cork and Kilkenny – which I thought was a very Irish thing to do! That hurling is a mad sport, but oddly enough quite entertaining. Still one thing puzzles me… Hurling is an amateur sport, yet they have 60,000 people watching a match in Dublin. So I don’t understand what happens to the money… Irish people can you help me out? I tried to ask the audience at the gig about that, but I think they were still a bit pissed off about Cork losing the match, and on account of them having been drinking all day, I figured it was best not to pursue the line of questioning in favour of keeping my teeth for my next meal.

The “Cheeky Sunday Social” runs each Sunday night at The Slate, and was another great night for songwriters. Really enjoyed it. Funnily enough, it was run by a New Zealand bloke (Mike) who had relocated to Cork some time ago. I have to confess – I am having thoughts about doing a similar thing. Maybe not to Cork, but to somewhere in Ireland for sure… There is more live music, and the distances between places are shorter – hence making touring to earn a living a more realistic possibility. Certainly a lot more cost-effective than back home. Anyway, I will figure that out in time – have to finish recording the new album first. This tour is turning out to be another grade-A stalling tactic, but at least it’s giving me a few places to go when the thing is finally finished. I am going into lock-down when I get back to Sydney!

There is a good hostel in Cork which will take you at late notice if you fail in your bid to find a couch for the night – The Bru.

MON 11/8 – BLARNEY STONE, RING OF KERRY.
Big day in the car, but the first time I have had the chance to do anything really “touristy”. Definitely worth the trip! Apparently kissing the Blarney Stone was meant to make me more eloquent… I’ll let you judge whether or not it worked. Certainly it must have had some effect, because the two Spanish girls who decided to come with me on the trip seemed to understand most of what I was saying despite not really speaking English. At least I am assuming they understood some of what I was saying – either that or they were just very good at laughing and nodding. Hmmmm….. The Ring of Kerry was one of the nicest drives I have been on. Small travel tip however – the distance / time thing is again all over the shop. This is on account of the caravans and buses, and the narrow one-lane roads. Not to mention the constant overwhelming urge to stop and take photos every 10mins… Also, exercise caution when deciding whether or not to check out the Ring of Beara (next to the ring of Kerry). Smaller roads, and a greater chance of getting lost (hey the Spanish girls were navigating…), but a spectacular drive nonetheless. Wound up back in Cork at 10pm after driving 750km at an average speed of … not much…. Certainly wouldn’t have made Craig Lowndes all that proud. But hey it was worth it!


TUES 12/8 – CORK
Another gig-free day – and a big thank you to my old Rugby mate Eoin and his wife Aideen who were kind enough to let me stay an extra night. The coastline south of Cork is also worth a look if you’re in the area – Ireland is certainly blessed with some beautiful stretches of road.

(WOW! I just went past a cool old Scottish Fort on the train… no idea where I am mind you… maybe getting close to Edinburgh now….anyway that was a random “on-the-go” observation…)

WED 13/8 – THE SONGROOM @ THE GLOBE, DUBLIN
And so after two weeks travelling around Ireland, it was time to bid farewell. The bus from Cork to Dublin was fairly uneventful, but at least no crying kids to deal with. The Songroom is run by a bloke called Hamlet Sweeney. (Real name!). A nice sort of night that runs every Wednesday at The Globe – right at the bottom of George Street, a stone’s throw from Temple Bar. Usually there are around 4-5 different acts each week – about 30mins each.

As luck would have it, several days earlier I had met a girl (Rachel was her name… not Venus… I don’t know why I just put that….the Blarney Stone was full of sh….!) at the bus stop in Clonmel (of all places!) who was actually from Dublin… are you following? Turns out she was a classically trained violinist, and upon hearing this, I promptly suggested that she should come and play a few tunes with me at The Globe – this whilst hurriedly passing her a copy of my CD as she ran to get on her bus! To her Credit though, Rachel did in fact show up to play with me for my last show in Ireland, and it was an absolute pleasure sharing the stage with her. I really enjoy collaborating with other musicians in Sydney, and it was great to do it with someone in another country. Rachel if you’re reading this – great meeting you and hopefully we’ll get the chance to play together again in the future. Thanks for being mad enough to give it a go!

It was a shame that the crowd for the final show was fairly well loaded by the time we hit the stage, and therefore making a pretty good racket… but still a good gig to finish the tour of Ireland. Actually had a few people come and watch the show who’d seen me in Galway the week before – thought that was mighty nice of them!

A big thanks to Kim again – who I didn’t know prior to arriving in Ireland – but who didn’t mind me occupying the couch for several nights whilst I was in and out of Dublin throughout the course of my trip. Much appreciated!

My final thoughts on Ireland? Well, I’ll leave it in the capable hands of their favourite national phrase – it was GREAT CRAIC!! (Pronounced, perhaps unfortunately depending on the way your mind works, “Crack”). Anyway “Craic”, I have decided, is a bloody great word – generally referring to a damn good time. And that, my friends, is what it was – looking forward to doing it again soon!

And so with Ireland out of the way, it was time to head to Scotland and the Edinburgh Fringe Festival – and to the next Blog. Finally!


Still can’t promise a regular “weekly” for the time being, but hopefully the next one won’t be as long coming….

Must make tracks – I am off to Amsterdam. See you again soon. Well done if you made it this far!

Renny

PS – Keep an eye on the gigs because there will probably be a few more added before I am finished in Europe…

PPS – Sydneysiders – looking forward to seeing you all in a few weeks. I’m doing a final “tour” show back in Sydney at The Fringe Bar on Sunday 14th September. From around 6pm. Would be great to see you there!