one fellow's political coverage, music ramblings and general hijinks across decades under a range of guises at several locations often in a state of awe.
It was only a few weeks earlier, when Flashing Tablet broke the sound barrier at a party in the Rosemount, that I realised what a great room it could become. Being just down the road from Perth’s gig and indie club epicentre at Planet and encapsulating all the goodness of the olde pub environment, sweet Saturday gigs at the Rosemount looked to be the go, followed perhaps by a post-gig crawl down the hill.
Continue reading “Weathervane; Burnside, Rosemount Hotel, August 17, 1996”
It was, I swear, the Zelda Fitzgerald Room of yore – the man sitting at the piano taking your money at the door; the musician sitting at his Wurlitzer, thumping out its wide selection of drum beats that he played with his feet while strumming a guitar; the viola player, back and to the right; the humidity …
Continue reading “Weathervane; Slugfest; Mosten Powell, Carlton Hotel, March 9, 1996”
