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10/28/2005: "SEPTEMBER 27 - WIZZED TO OZ"

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OZ

SEPTEMBER 27 2005 SYDNEY

I am fetched at the airport by adam yee.
He was in a band called smudge.
Now with level one agency.
He seems a sensible fellow with a fare slant of determination.

Immediately the vibe is something other then new Zealand, maybe because of its size. Has a more massive feel here then the relative quaint vibe of z land.

I dunno.

Anyhow, I am deposited in an apartment style hotel room again, furnished very post modern. I have gotten used to every room I have been in having a washer and dryer.

My eyes are still mucked with conjunctivitis.

I wear my glasses all the time now.

I look like a piano player. A good one.

The show tonight will be steeped in jet lag. Maybe that last night in wellington cost me the set tonight. Even though I had 6 hours solid sleep, and enjoyed getting up in the dark predawn to find the airport, and was able to a good connection up to aukland to continue on to Sydney. I just had not anticipated the extra 2 hours added to the jet lag I was almost over. so I suffer some for it.

The venue then seems very much like a david lynch set. Lots of red velvet wall paper. Red curtains on stage. Folks have dinner there too, at least during the opener’s set. They are not mouthing the lyrics, they are chewing.

I had a brief spot on the radio. But I immediately felt a kinship with the host, chris. He has about the best voice and manner I have heard on the radio. He will end up having a long celebrated life on the air, probably through syndication, but he doesn’t know it yet. The disturbing thing is there are no cds of mine here at the station. None. No giant sand. No solo. No blacky. And no Arizona amp and alternator. This sucks. must be due to the lack of licensing here. The records only show up here as an import. i think there are only 4 english speaking countries in the world, and 2 of them do not license my cds. Its only been 20 years in the making. Disturbing.

Back to the club. I am lagged. luckily there is a real piano on stage. It saves me and the set I think. Only 50 people show up. Its a very murky lag of a set for me. No one else seems to notice, having nothing to compare it to. Adam will say it his favorite gig after a few shows later, so I suppose it was better then ok.

Sleep eventually swallows me whole.

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