These Boots Were Made for Flopping

As we passed Sea Break Island (named by the famous Captain Cook, who seems to have named most everything around here) en route to Tasmania via the Tasman sea, the winds increased all at once, knocking over a few spectators at the front of the ship. This would be an appropriate foreshadowing of the next 2 days at sea. The Tasman is a wild adventure at its calmest, like something from the Illiad, a death trap of endless nauseating open ocean, especially compared to the perfectly calm waters of the fjord behind us. Once again, the front of the ship sucks.



We performed 2 shows last night in a venue called the Palm Court for an event called Walkabout Wonders in prep for our arrival in Australia this week. I’m told a ‘walkabout’ is when a native Australian Aboriginee will travel deep in to the bush for days in an effort to find himself. We saw the cowboy saloon decorations and decided to put on a country western show, complete with boots, tight jeans, ten gallon hat and curly mustache. I didn’t really understand the intended Australian themeage so at the time thought our additional song choices appropriate:

Don’t Worry Be Happy
Elvira
Happy Trails




This paired with exaggerated country accents did not enhance the band’s reputation with the Aussies on board.

A couple days earlier we had an Australian knock-off of Wizard of Oz themed event. I can't resist costume opportunities...