Departing very early with only liquid stimulents running through our veins,
The Drugs head north to play a few shows in Queensland & Northern N.S.W
Devided into two convoys the various members of The Drugs have a peaceful &
argument free trip north to our first destination of surfers paradise.
Never having been to surfers before I realise all the rumours are true, this
place is one giant slab of concrete poured onto the beach with only fast
food stores & trashy night clubs to keep the tourist occupied.
We arrive at tonights venue bleery eyed anxious to get a little shut eye and
wait impatiently as our rooms are organised, failing to realise the 1 hour
time difference between the two states, and being the arrogant pricks we
are, we demand to know why our rooms are not ready as specified. Next time
we will adjust our watches.
With loads of time to kill the group head to the roof top pool where Mark
Tracks teaches David Live how to swim again, while Harry Snow & myself
challenge each other to a series of gruelling & torturous tasks. The sight
of a semi-naked Ian Baddley, red & blue haired and ripped combat pants sends
a flurry of hotel guests back to their rooms in a shriek of horror.
While some of the Drugs retire to the room I set out to explore this strange
town, well and truly sleep deprived I walk around in a daze feeling like im
at schoolies week on acid.
The Show goes well tonight with Mark Tracks sustaining a variety of injuries
ranging from mild bruising and small cuts to a strange pink rash on his arm.
The fact that Harry Snow has a matching rash raises a few questions.
After a great night we pack up & head to Brissie, arriving at our host Craig
’s house we settle in for a laid back afternoon before we head to tonights
venue, The Zoo.
Sound check runs extremely smoothly and everyone is on cloud nine. Baddley &
Live Disappear while John Citizen runs off like a madman into the Brisbane
sun only returning minutes before showtime.
Snow, Tracks & I head off to explore the Valley and find a nice pub that we
can relax as we take in a free afternoon on tour.
We all meet up for dinner with some friends at a local Thai restaurant where
we dined near Sir Cliff Richards and Ian Baddley ate a gang pack rape.
From what I remember the show goes well, the support band Glockenspiel were
great and very entertaining.
Next morning we head off to Byron, with everyone feeling a little under the
weather we play it very lo key for the day in the lovely byron
Tonights show was a ball to play, all Drugs in fine form I had a fuckin’
great time and managed to not hurt myself.
Supports 99% Fat rocked away and as always the Incredible Dead Goons remind
us that not all ska bands suck.
We hung around till very early in the morning talking to some great people
who are now all our great friends.
Waking up with about 40mins sleep I repeatedly vomit while I pack the tour
van, not a good start.
Shivering like a madman I curl up in the corner of the tour bus while a
bleary eyed Ian steers up towards home, sun stinging my face, fuck am i
going to pay for last night.
Till next time.
