Where do I even start? …….so many months of me not putting pen to paper…well actually finger to keyboard I should say, it’s all bursting to come out. God that sounds rude….but it’s exactly how I feel….and that’s exactly what I’ll be doing writing down what if feel, what’s happening and what’s upcoming !! You are all welcome to add your comments below- rudeness aside. Sweet….so we’ve done the introductory part let’s set onto the meaty, beefy centre. Sometimes I’m gonna give you a nice juicy Beef Wellington style blog to read, sometimes I’ll opt for an experimental Teriyaki, others a standard failsafe Burger with all the trimmings and sometimes I’ll just wanna dish out some good old spam, spreadable and delicious in so many wrong ways I cannot even begin to describe them!
Three weeks ago I ate way too much plane food in too short a span of time. Yes, The flight to Oz is somewhat daunting, but the experience there, is enough to provide you with the sort of cerebral wash out of memories of the lengthy trip to get there, as fast as you can say “Lost’s time travel is nuts!”
Performing with Tribali in front of thousands at the impressive, twice award winning festival in the land of Oz for the second year running is once again a memorable experience for us all. ‘The Blues n’ Roots Festival’ situated in Byron….is THE Festival in Oz….ok ‘Big Day Out’ is also in there, however if you’re looking for the Real Cajones, THIS is the festival for you.
The gigs were inspiring, awesome, filled with so much energy we were a hazard to hang around even more so when Eugene and the boys from Gogol Bordello decided that OUR backstage personal rider and their rider should physically join forces into one big alcoholic cocktail!! Those of you who don’t know who Gogol Bordello are…WELCOME to the world of Madness. Look them up….they’re a great band!
Australia is like Christmas to me. It comes once a year and it’s full of joy, Merry making and tons of presents – the gigs. So the flight back is always like Boxing Day….ok It’s a holiday and stuff, but it’s not quite Christmas is it?
Back in Malta I played a few gigs back to back, all high profile gigs, so I was on my best behaviour. Well, I did sing my heart out and give that horse- kick- thing I do on stage quite often. Don’t be alarmed that’s just me having fun and giving it all. Soon enough….in less than a week, I was making my way to our airport, or so I thought? …..4 hours in non movable traffic….I kept hoping (or dreading) that people would jump out of their cars and start doing a unison dance in Musical Fashion “Mar-sa bridge is Falling down….Fal-ling down…fal-ling down…..Mar-sa bridge is falling down … who’s the idiot?”
So I had my rant and my rave on my facebook status…and one poor guy kept talking about “mistakes can happen” etc…..no one showed that guy sympathy, I guess the ugly road rage monster comes out of us once in a while. Anyhoo I decided to pack all my stuff into a smaller bag and started walking from the Cemetery to the airport. Surprisingly I got there in 15 mins. After patting my own back a couple of times I felt relieved to be sitting on that flight to Sheffield…..no traffic jam is going to stop me from performing and catching a flight and my management made sure they booked me on 2 other flights just in case- Plan B and C !
I loved being in the middle of a stadium, full of 30,000 people and the awards ceremony after that night was a lavish do, with who’s who and I also got to meet some interesting people ... some of whom you might know- MY LIPS are sealed!
Off to London…and The Icelandic Volcano thought it could get the best of me, alas I made my way back from yet another quick visit to the British Isles. Was over doing some promo, and got onto the first plane back, cutting my leisure time short, to avoid Ash drama.
Now it’s back to the studio to work on the new album and prepare for some upcoming shows.
