smokin in the big smoke
so this past weekend i was up in auckland, city of sails, big smoke, "capital of New Zealand" (according to Reuters and according to Aucklanders). it was cold and wet and thundery and then sunny and then thundery and then a bit more rain and then a bit more sun... the reason kiwis talk about the weather so much is because its changing every 2 minutes literally.
saturday night i played at the Wine Cellar in St. Kevin's Arcade. i'm not an expert on saints, but i think Kev may have been saint of cute fuzzy animals. Catholics and Saintologists please feel free to correct me on this one. The Wine Cellar is like a party in somebody's student flat, with the bands playing out the back in the smoker's corner. everyone's friendly, the vibe is good, as is the mulled wine. less good is the dance music that blasted through from some other venue next door which was so loud it actually came through the microphones, but oh well. i played a long set to a small but enthusiastic crowd that had travelled from as far as Milton and Taurange to hear me play. but the weird bit was although i could only see a small crowd of people while i played outside, a whole bar inside could hear me too. its a lot easier playing to people who you can see. not very deep, but very true. especially when you play singalong drinking songs as i do.
this thursday the plastic kitchen are playing at Room 101, downstairs bodega, with Sam Prebble & the Bond St Bridge Band and Reb Fountain so come along, it'll be good times all round. b
saturday night i played at the Wine Cellar in St. Kevin's Arcade. i'm not an expert on saints, but i think Kev may have been saint of cute fuzzy animals. Catholics and Saintologists please feel free to correct me on this one. The Wine Cellar is like a party in somebody's student flat, with the bands playing out the back in the smoker's corner. everyone's friendly, the vibe is good, as is the mulled wine. less good is the dance music that blasted through from some other venue next door which was so loud it actually came through the microphones, but oh well. i played a long set to a small but enthusiastic crowd that had travelled from as far as Milton and Taurange to hear me play. but the weird bit was although i could only see a small crowd of people while i played outside, a whole bar inside could hear me too. its a lot easier playing to people who you can see. not very deep, but very true. especially when you play singalong drinking songs as i do.
this thursday the plastic kitchen are playing at Room 101, downstairs bodega, with Sam Prebble & the Bond St Bridge Band and Reb Fountain so come along, it'll be good times all round. b
