My last American BBQ meal was at Everitt and Jones in Oakland. The next 24 hours was spent in Transit- SFO to LAX to MEL, then 3 hours in a van to the small beach town of Lorne, on the southern coast of Australia. Pricy beers and eats, and in bed by 10pm.
There's no internet here, nor were there phones in our rooms. Being so cut off felt pretty freeing, so I hit the beach for a bit, followed by an awesome in-room jaccuzi before the 30min drive up to The Falls Festival site (cap: 16,000; headliners: Wolfmother). The stage crew was great at changing us over between bands, but the (unnamed industry standard) bass rig makes my bass sound so horrible that I just go through the motions and hope for the best. Why must places still use this ancient gear? We kicked butt still, as did Noweigian band DATAROCK and OZ's own Wolfmother. They borrowed a cowbell from us.
Day 3 - the beginning of a hellish schedule week. 3 hr drive back to Melbourne airport, fly to Tazmania, drive to festival site, play show.
Both bands- Lyrics Born and Wolfmother, ended up hangin at the airport together, boarding the same flight. Pics to follow. Apparently the singer is the original member, and the 3 other guys are new, yet permanent additions. We all bonded.