With all the guitars done, I started doing the vocals. I’m always paranoid that I’ll lose my voice or that I’ll just physically give in and give up… like that loser who let the Australian rowing team down. I should’ve known however that that wouldn’t be the case…. I was awesome. Seriously though I got through quite a few little ditties, finishing off my night with Wrecking Ball which from now on will known as Wrecking Voice cos it really fucked me. I’d had quite a bit of Stone’s Ginger wine and Canadian Club Whisky by that stage which was great for that Barnesy feel.
During a break, Jamie got on the acoustic guitar and had a tambourine which he was playing with his feet. Graeme got on the bongos and Trumpy played some other fruity percussion instrument. Add to that Jamie’s wails of “save mother earth… I can hear mother earth cryin’…” and you’ve got yourself a sensitive, singer-songwriter, bluesy, rootsy, acoustic fucking HIT – much in the mould of Jamie’s heroes, John Butler, Pete Murray, Xavier Rudd and Jack Johnson.
After that, the wonderful Sarah Blasko came in to lay down some sexy whisky and ciggies-type vocals on Song For Val, Got You On My Radar, Got Your Hooks In and a very cool, counting-in-french bit on The Weight Just Right. Chamie suggested that the song, with Blasko’s french touch and my ocker Aussie accent, sounded like an Aussie backpacker in France. Blasko basically added a bit of class to this whole circus. Jamie also did some singing on Got You On My Radar.
Up next was Robert F. Cranny who made a start on his keyboard bits. He’ll have to do most of them tomorrow but he’s made a good start. It’s Friday night and there’s lots of people around so there’s plenty of drinking going on. Good times… good friends… right guys? Guys?
I hate my life.
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