August 2010
71 posts
Drink all night, sleep all flight.
The post show plan was to go to a place called Whammy Bar, a few blocks away. Like most of the shows on this tour, and others, HP always falls victim to some kind of competition for an audience. In ‘05, Rise Against played up the street from our show in Berlin. Tonight, there was a roller derby event, and apparently that’s the hot thing in Auckland right now. Well, that made sense when...
Forty-Seven
We took our bags to Dave’s place after soundcheck, and were happy to see a couple of beds made up for us, all with bright, white linen, and blankets. Accommodations acceptable. I apologize if that sounds shitty, but you never know what you’ll get with punk rocker types. We were actually staying in the flat below Dave’s because he and his wife have a young son, and it would not...
Murder, it's all the rage.
Rahhpz sent a text to a former co-worker—oh yeah, he used to work there—to let him know we would be there shortly. We posed for a couple pictures under the MB sign before finally stepping inside.
There we were met with a standing ovation, confetti canons, and balloon drop, all while a big band played “When the Saints Go Marching In”, and flash bulbs popped like...
"If you like rock 'n' roll, you can't hate Horace...
It’s about 12:45AM back in Chicago, and I reckon my mates are good and pissed at a bar right about now. The kid sitting next to me has been encroaching on my personal space since take off, but I’m totally getting back at him by ripping some pretty foul smelling gas. Damn, maybe that’s why it’s called Murder Burger. Ha, just kidding guys. It’s been raging inside me for...
Murder Burger here we come...
Okay, friends and followers, we are a mere five hours from our destination. I know I’m jumping out of sequence here, but I can’t fly off to Auckland knowing full-well that I’m going to Murder Burger without you all, and I didn’t have the courtesy to let you know. Then again, you may just think we’re jerks because we are rubbing it in your faces. You decide,...
Tourist day number one
Monday afternoon Bryan and I went to Darling Harbour to see the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. I posted some of those pictures already. Scott stayed back at the hotel to work, and although I admired his discipline, I couldn’t help but think it was a shame to miss out on a beautiful day in Sydney. I went back to the Darling Harbour to take night time photos of the Harbour Bridge and Opera...
I'll sleep when I'm old, or dead. Which ever comes...
Anyone who has ever traveled with me should be able to attest that I hate to waste time. Yeah, it’s true that I often run off and roam inefficiently, but doing something is better than doing nothing. I’ll sleep when I’m old, or dead. Which ever comes first. First example of an inefficient expedition was at 6:30 Monday morning. I woke up feeling good, all things considered (see...
“I don’t think I’m coming back.”
More random pics from around Sydney.
Self portrait at the Opera House. (Extended exposure)
Opera House (Extended exposure)
Bridge & Opera House (Extended exposure)
Extended exposure picture of a train.
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***Which Murder Burger should Horace Pinker eat first?***
USA band Horace Pinker have amazingly organized a whizz-bang tour of the lower left quadrant of the planet Earth, solely with the purpose of visiting New Zealand to eat Murder Burger. No, really, look here:
http://murderburgerorbust.tumblr.com/ and stuff.
The thing is, at last count, we have 25 burgers. And they only have three mouths....
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punk rock unplugged
Sunday night was our second Sydney gig, but this one was a serious change from the previous five nights. Horace Pinker was going to play their first ever, fully unplugged set. That’s right, there would be nowhere to hide at the Town Hall Hotel in Newtown that night.
After watching a couple of guys play some acoustic folk/reggae songs like it was their day job, HP took up the stage armed...
food or booze?
My Saturday night in Sydney ended with a falafel, pissing in an alley, almost getting lost, and getting laughed at by some drunk chick that wanted to “ask me a question”, but she couldn’t manage to spit it out before her more sober friend stepped in and pulled her away. Don’t get the wrong idea about what I was up to. I was walking along, minding my own business, when the...
All hotels are bars, but not all hotels are hotels
Waiting for Screech. All we were told was that he was tall, and wearing a checkered jacket.
Our flight out of Perth was delayed by two hours due to fog. That meant we would get to Melbourne with even less time to hang out before the show. We were met at the airport by Screech, from Rooftop Alley, and spent the car ride to the venue getting a crash course on Melbourne. At least as best as...
Watch Horace Pinker eat a durian, Singapore. →
The furthest place from home
In the weeks leading up the this tour, whenever I became overwhelmed by stress, stupidity, or some combination of both, I found comfort in repeatedly saying to myself, “I don’t think I’m coming back”. Sure, one could easily dismiss this as a childish reaction to unfavorable situations, and tell me to quit whining because running away won’t solve anything, but...
Damn you iPhone!!
I spent two hours writing about Singapore and our show on the flight to Perth, and this GD notes app lost everything except the last two posts. It breaks my fuckin’ heart. I’ll do my best to redo it, but at this point, I don’t know I can.
Singapore
Less than twenty hours after arriving in Singapore, we are leaving. It’s a real shame, too, because Singapore was great. Friendly, clean and a welcome break from the Hong Kong heat. We figured it would be worse here, being so close to the equator, but an afternoon thunderstorm cooled things off a lot.
The area where we stayed was only a couple of blocks from an open-air market/fruit stand...
MBOB is now comment ready!
It took me a few days, but I figured out to make the blog comment compatible. Fire when ready!
So long, Hong Kong
Being in Hong Kong this time of year is like being in a sauna all day and night. Every place is heavily air conditioned because it has to be. Walking down the street, we would stop dead in our tracks if we passed the entrance to a mall or shop with it’s doors open. The way the cold air spills out onto the crowded streets lures foreigners like us the way the mythological Greek Sirens lured...