and now adelaide...
It's getting late here in Adelaide, but after spending eight hours in the car today driving here from shiny Newstead, we're tired of being still and loath to go to bed.
We drove North from Newstead and then West across the Mallee. So very dry. Travelling across this country, you realise that Fred Williams was a photorealist painter after all - hours and hours of shimmering golden brown plains with occasional outcrops of dark scrub. We watched the setting sun turn the clouds into a rainbow of feathers across the horizon.
God bless iPods. We listened to the collected works of the Finn brothers, a bit of Tom Waits, and our driving favourite - Steve Nieve.
Our other pastime today was making up tourist board slogans for each tiny town we drove through. Example: "Welcome to Boinka. You don't have to be boinkas to live here, but it helps." Sherlock was even better.
Tell your friends about our gig tomorrow night at the South Australian Folk Centre!
We drove North from Newstead and then West across the Mallee. So very dry. Travelling across this country, you realise that Fred Williams was a photorealist painter after all - hours and hours of shimmering golden brown plains with occasional outcrops of dark scrub. We watched the setting sun turn the clouds into a rainbow of feathers across the horizon.
God bless iPods. We listened to the collected works of the Finn brothers, a bit of Tom Waits, and our driving favourite - Steve Nieve.
Our other pastime today was making up tourist board slogans for each tiny town we drove through. Example: "Welcome to Boinka. You don't have to be boinkas to live here, but it helps." Sherlock was even better.
Tell your friends about our gig tomorrow night at the South Australian Folk Centre!
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