Land of neanderthals

Well here I am after another gig and the end of my working week as it is. Sunday marks the first day of my four day weekend that is the life of a musician. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Tonight was a typical average night. The only real entertainment came from a group of young men in thier late teens who decided they wanted to fight each other in the middle of surfers paradise. What a great site for the people in the streets who were there to have an enjoyable night out. Needless to say, there was far more heavy words thrown than there was punches, although a few did fly in the middle of the road of all places. It was not enough that there brains had fried to the point that they thought a good fist in the side of the face was overdue, but they also thought they had all become superman and were immune to the inertial forces of a car driving it to them at 50km/h. Was I ever that dumb at that age? Probably. In fact there is little doubt that I was. But it still amazes me when I see it in todays youth.

Anyway, on a lighter note, we did come across and Elvis impersonator in Caville Ave that was none too shabby. He went by the name of Tommy Memphis. He put on a rather good show for the people in the street and made a few dollars out of it as well. He was great entertainment and really knew how to work the crowd. I hope to catch up with him in a few weeks when we play surfers paradise again.