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 Austr
alian 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.
The Routemasters, Austr
alia, 16 May 2015:
Guys, could we get a few more cables, gadgets, and boxes to trip over?
♫ Because I’m Evil and I’m Here to Stay ♫
Move over, Mick Jagger—anything you can do I can do better:
Oops. Feeling a little wobbly all of a sudden:
Flaunting some pecs until the guitar player deigns to finish his solo:
How many boroughs in New York City? Here’s a hint:
Throwing in a dash of Karate Kid for good measure:
Time to play a little air guitar:
Looks like either a giant bruise or an alien spider about to hatch from my cheek there:
No matter how hard I try, there’s no way to drown out ’em cotton-picking drums:
Sudden-onset jaundice? Fear of performing? Or could it have something to do with the lighting?
Looking up in preparation for the next high note—always fix your gaze in the direction you want to go:
Trying out another pose to tide me over until it’s my turn at the mike again:
What’s with the chandelier? Are we doing Phantom? Is this thing gonna come down at some point and take out the drummer?
Getting a little clapping done in order to bridge yet another vocal pause:
For reasons rooted in recent history, this type of salute is outlawed in Austr
alia. 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:
About to punch the camera out of the fotog’s hands, thus scoring the 2nd lawsuit for the night:
How many sides to a pentagon?
In case your wondering, this bracelet set me back €8. No word yet on whether my pay check will cover it:
I stole this move from the late Joe Cocker—no copyright infringement intended:
Hut two three four, hut two three four! If the stage is small, simply walk in place:
The classy way to hold a microphone:
Thank you and good night—sorry, no refunds!