photo's from my 21st gig
high five
Here's a bunch of pics from my 21st (and son's 19th) gig at toast the other week. Clank pants took the photo's for us 'cause he's a gold star friend.
Here's one of my son during one of his songs. I could have chosen one of the other far better photos to post, but I decided to go with the one where he looks like he's crying about not getting the rollerblades he wanted for christmas.
Here's me rocking out as per usual. notice the bizzare placing of my right hand. (on the other hand*, the left one is pretty much where you'd expect it mid-wail)
Three tips to get more intoxicated from your beverage-
1. drink through a straw
2. drink at a higher altitude (I was on stage**)
3. wear a bell
Leo sporting my now famous 'hey dad' glasses. Sarah just being the usual drunken trainwreck.
I couldn't think of anything to write here, so instead I'll just say that I think Wesley Snipes is awesome.
Oh christ. This is Sarah during her extremely drunk and incoherent birthday 'speech' she decided to do for me.
But she's not all that bad, she did have the decency to have a nap on the pavement on the way to our gig. Those 500 metre walks are excruciating. The speech might have turned out to be just a bunch of slurred in-jokes if she didn't.
Me visually explaining 'left'
Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?-
Freakin' it on stage with the love skulls!
Either my band-ho's, or a pack of feminists. I can never remember these details
Imagine you're in a cave fighting a big asshole dragon, but you're totally shit at it, and it knocks you over then swallows you whole. Tim's the kinda guy that would cut you out of its stomach with a machete, possibly while holding some home brew in the other hand. that's what real friends do, cut eachother out of stomachs.
I thought just for novelty sakes, I'd add one more horrendously bad photo of lachy. The angle's good, the composition's good, the lightings great. but unfortunetaly, right when the photo was being taken, lachy decided to turn into that scary-ass ventriloquist dummy from the goosebump book 'night of the living dummy'.
Thats the end. All the other photo's are very similar. Thanks to all my totally slam-dunk friends who turned up and watched us play. Besides the fact that EVERYTHING went wrong with organising it (it was the jenga tower of gigs) I still managed to have loads of fun socialising, watching bands and ofcourse, playing.
damn the red riders for playing the same night as us, but oh well. After the gig, Adeline fell into the fountain while wearing lachlans billion dollar suit jacket which had had his billion dollar phone in the pocket (insert 'incorrect answer on a family feud' sound effect here).
* I went there
** Thats right ladies
P.S. come to our gig on saturday! @ the green room. awesome times guaranteed.
Here's a bunch of pics from my 21st (and son's 19th) gig at toast the other week. Clank pants took the photo's for us 'cause he's a gold star friend.
Here's one of my son during one of his songs. I could have chosen one of the other far better photos to post, but I decided to go with the one where he looks like he's crying about not getting the rollerblades he wanted for christmas.
Here's me rocking out as per usual. notice the bizzare placing of my right hand. (on the other hand*, the left one is pretty much where you'd expect it mid-wail)
Three tips to get more intoxicated from your beverage-
1. drink through a straw
2. drink at a higher altitude (I was on stage**)
3. wear a bell
Leo sporting my now famous 'hey dad' glasses. Sarah just being the usual drunken trainwreck.
I couldn't think of anything to write here, so instead I'll just say that I think Wesley Snipes is awesome.
Oh christ. This is Sarah during her extremely drunk and incoherent birthday 'speech' she decided to do for me.
But she's not all that bad, she did have the decency to have a nap on the pavement on the way to our gig. Those 500 metre walks are excruciating. The speech might have turned out to be just a bunch of slurred in-jokes if she didn't.
Me visually explaining 'left'
Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?-
Freakin' it on stage with the love skulls!
Either my band-ho's, or a pack of feminists. I can never remember these details
Imagine you're in a cave fighting a big asshole dragon, but you're totally shit at it, and it knocks you over then swallows you whole. Tim's the kinda guy that would cut you out of its stomach with a machete, possibly while holding some home brew in the other hand. that's what real friends do, cut eachother out of stomachs.
I thought just for novelty sakes, I'd add one more horrendously bad photo of lachy. The angle's good, the composition's good, the lightings great. but unfortunetaly, right when the photo was being taken, lachy decided to turn into that scary-ass ventriloquist dummy from the goosebump book 'night of the living dummy'.
Thats the end. All the other photo's are very similar. Thanks to all my totally slam-dunk friends who turned up and watched us play. Besides the fact that EVERYTHING went wrong with organising it (it was the jenga tower of gigs) I still managed to have loads of fun socialising, watching bands and ofcourse, playing.
damn the red riders for playing the same night as us, but oh well. After the gig, Adeline fell into the fountain while wearing lachlans billion dollar suit jacket which had had his billion dollar phone in the pocket (insert 'incorrect answer on a family feud' sound effect here).
* I went there
** Thats right ladies
P.S. come to our gig on saturday! @ the green room. awesome times guaranteed.