Hiya kids, Fresh outta Tamworth, after seven apocalyptic shows at the City Tavern, one at the Maton Bigtop and an Invasion Day special at the Billinudgel Pub, we’re happily home at last.

The City Tav was up 100% on its takings from last year most nights, which indicates that the towering juggernaut of country rock’n'roll is not only out of control, teetering with the speed wobbles towards certain insurrection, but that it’s gonna make somebody a good husband. Yessiree, we broke more banjo strings and landspeed records for the Bush Turkey Breakout than any bluegrass combination in recorded history, and as John Butler will attest, a bird in the dreads is worth two in the doof. What the f***ck am I going on about? Well you try writing while your kelpie keeps depositing half a chewed tennis ball on your lap, demanding that you hurl it.
Incidentally, I’ve censored that word above because undoctored swear words sent to anyone on a government address mean you get sent the email back with a prudish little Howardian admonishment. And there are a few on the Viscera.

What it means is that Tamworth was a roaring success and we earned a sh***load of new fans, sold all our cds, made some great connections with the Toe Sucking Cowgirls, and boys, the Red Hot Poker Dots, Fuellers, PLoughboys and many others. The gigs were all great, especially the last two on Friday and Saturday, and we roadtested a bunch of new songs.

On the Maton stage, Leigh and I were sandwiched between Normie Rowe, Barnesy, Ross Wilson, Adam Brand, Shereen (busty cowgirl) and various other luminaries.
Barnesy was most entertaining, bustling about backstage being jovial, concocting throat remedies and making strange warm-up squawks in his distinctive Becks-mohawk.
On Monday morning Nachos, Rocky, (aka Junior Burns) and myself (travelling under the new monicker BB Lantana - BB standing for Bulk Billing), hurtled homeward carting our new piano and made it two hours late to play the Tamworth comes to Billinudgel Festival to a rapturous crowd in the beergarden, followed by Townsville’s great Barramundi Bros, who gave us some mangoes for trying so hard.