dancefloor daze
Friday night saw the three of us meeting at the northernmost Touchwood abode (mine) to drive for two hours to hear Kris Demeanor and His Crack Band play in Newcastle.
They weren't expecting us - hopefully it was a pleasant surprise. It was certainly great for us to see Kris, Diane and Chantal again, and to meet their drummer Peter, making his first visit here from Canada.
There were plenty of people there, though few seemed intent on listening to the witty, incisive lyrics or marvelling at the energy of the band's performance. Heavy drinking, followed closely by frantic interpretive dance, was more the style of the evening.
We grooved away quietly at the perimeter, requesting and being rewarded with all our favourite songs. But some weren't happy with our level of (in)activity, and coerced us onto the dancefloor with varying degrees of subtelty and success. One gentlemanly fellow resquested that he be permitted to escort Christina onto the dancefloor, and then abandoned her as soon as she was out there - cad! Another woman, slightly more ripped, persisted in manhandling everyone within reach towards the sparkle of the mirrorball. God, she was strong. It got a bit scary when she started launching a few karate kicks. Kris and the Cracksters coped with it all without batting an eyelid.
A hearty aussie toast to the band!
They weren't expecting us - hopefully it was a pleasant surprise. It was certainly great for us to see Kris, Diane and Chantal again, and to meet their drummer Peter, making his first visit here from Canada.
There were plenty of people there, though few seemed intent on listening to the witty, incisive lyrics or marvelling at the energy of the band's performance. Heavy drinking, followed closely by frantic interpretive dance, was more the style of the evening.
We grooved away quietly at the perimeter, requesting and being rewarded with all our favourite songs. But some weren't happy with our level of (in)activity, and coerced us onto the dancefloor with varying degrees of subtelty and success. One gentlemanly fellow resquested that he be permitted to escort Christina onto the dancefloor, and then abandoned her as soon as she was out there - cad! Another woman, slightly more ripped, persisted in manhandling everyone within reach towards the sparkle of the mirrorball. God, she was strong. It got a bit scary when she started launching a few karate kicks. Kris and the Cracksters coped with it all without batting an eyelid.
A hearty aussie toast to the band!
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