The first time I ‘officially’ went on the road with a band was in the late 60’s, from memory probably 1968.
Three of us with all our gear crammed into two cars headed for Melbourne and, not long after our arrival were thrown in at the deep end, playing 4 to 5 gigs a week, compared to where we’d come from, doing maybe one gig a fortnight.
We somehow slept in our cars for the first few weeks, parked alongside a shower block on the beach (our bathroom).
Then, as the money started trickling in we moved into a boarding house run by a lovely Polish lady that was more like a mother to everyone and it wasn’t long before she called us ‘her boys’.
“How are my boys today? Don’t forget to have a good dinner before you go out to play your music tonight, I don’t want my boys getting sick”
I remember seeing Neil Armstrong walking on the moon at that place in 1969.
From those days there have been many “days on the road” all over the country and all unique in there own way.
I have finally compiled some of these trips and also some other unrelated adventures which have nothing to do with music, into a book called, “No Worries! The Australian Musos Funny Gum Flappin’ Stories About Band Trips And Other Adventures.
I have written the stories in a way hoping that anyone reading the book will feel they are right there with me sharing my adventures, laughs and a few near death experiences.
If you get the book I really hope you enjoy reading it, the link is below.