It’s Only Rock’n’Roll (Butter Like it!)

By Cyberquill 05/18/20154 Comments

The Routemasters

Having tried my hand at a miscellany of occupations with negligible to mediocre success, I realize I’ve reached a stage in my life—and an age—where I must get serious about my future.

In other words, I figured it’s high time to take a jab at that rock star thing. I hear some of these people make a comfy living doing this.

So this past Saturday, I gave my debut fronting a local Australian band before an audience of about forty in a small performance venue scenically nestled amidst the Vienna Woods.

Here’s some audio from the gig:

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More pictures are posted below.

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The Routemasters, Australia, 16 May 2015:

Guys, could we get a few more cables, gadgets, and boxes to trip over?

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Because I’m Evil and I’m Here to Stay

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Move over, Mick Jagger—anything you can do I can do better:

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Oops. Feeling a little wobbly all of a sudden:

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Flaunting some pecs until the guitar player deigns to finish his solo:

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How many boroughs in New York City? Here’s a hint:

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Throwing in a dash of Karate Kid for good measure:

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Time to play a little air guitar:

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Looks like either a giant bruise or an alien spider about to hatch from my cheek there:

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No matter how hard I try, there’s no way to drown out ’em cotton-picking drums:

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Sudden-onset jaundice? Fear of performing? Or could it have something to do with the lighting?

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Looking up in preparation for the next high note—always fix your gaze in the direction you want to go:

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Trying out another pose to tide me over until it’s my turn at the mike again:

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What’s with the chandelier? Are we doing Phantom? Is this thing gonna come down at some point and take out the drummer?

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Getting a little clapping done in order to bridge yet another vocal pause:

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Woo-hoo!!!

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For reasons rooted in recent history, this type of salute is outlawed in Australia. Hopefully, the band’s lawyers will find a way to settle the matter out of court—I’d go with the heat-of-the-moment defense:

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About to punch the camera out of the fotog’s hands, thus scoring the 2nd lawsuit for the night:

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How many sides to a pentagon?

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In case your wondering, this bracelet set me back €8. No word yet on whether my pay check will cover it:

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I stole this move from the late Joe Cocker—no copyright infringement intended:

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Hut two three four, hut two three four! If the stage is small, simply walk in place:

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The classy way to hold a microphone:

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Thank you and good night—sorry, no refunds!

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  • Cheri

    Hi Peter,
    You look very handsome and fit and your version of Jumping Jack Flash sounded terrific! i think you’d be the rage in Salzburg. Maybe downtown Vienna would be more in keeping with that bracelet.

    The pictures were very active, like your verbs.

    I’m headed for Tuscany to take a five-day class on Camus.

    Take care.

    • http://blog.cyberquill.com/ Cyberquill

      You’re absolutely right. It’s a bracelet, not an armband. My post has been emended accordingly. I messed up because the German word Armband means bracelet. (A wristwatch, for instance, is an Armbanduhr.) That’s what happens when you’re surrounded by krautspeak all day.

      Why Tuscany? Burgundy would seem a lot more Camus-y.

  • Cheri

    The organizers of this study group (we’ve been going with them for a long time) like Tuscany, and they have a friend who has restored an old villa in the Buonconvento. So this time, the location has little to do with the author or the reading, other than I have been told that Camus loved football ( I saw no parallel with the choice of country.)

    I thought that The Plague would be depressing and icky but the ending was magnificent. What a brilliant writer he was. I’d read The Stranger but not The Myth of Sisyphus and other essays. I am eager for the discussion but not for the long plane flight to Frankfurt and then to Florence. Oh vell.

    Anyway, thanks for posting those pictures. They made me smile. You looked like you were having fun.

    • http://blog.cyberquill.com/ Cyberquill

      I was. Not root-canal type of fun, but close.

      Haven’t read it, but I’ve listened to The Stranger (the Billy Joel version).

      Oh vell? That’s like saying “all light” to mock an Asian accent. So racist.

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