saturday was my wonderful gig
Saturday was my wonderful gig at the South Perth Civic Centre, aka South Perth Community Hall. So where the fuck is that? O yeah, its on South Terrace Road. From Canning Highway, you would take the right turn, if you are coming from the city direction. Going to the city direction, you would take the left once you reach the traffic light at the South Terrace Road. Not a moment to soon you will reach South Perth Community Hall, you wouldn’t miss it, becos there’s so many people there. More than usual.
Well not according to some people…
8am.
Went into the hall after unpacking the stuffs. That took an hour because the stupid rover wouldn’t barge. Ok because someone left the rover there with the car keys and so, we had to detour a long way… imagine a 10kg amplifier. 3 guitars, a box of other accessories, a drum kit, and a keyboard, plus its case. We would have been efficient if everyone is experienced in this. Well not everyone is.
9am.
About to soundcheck, Jodi’s mother called.
‘please pick up the rest of the food.’
Ok now he’s gone, so no sound check. In any case, stage wasn’t ready, so how now brown cow? (yeah yeah lame old lame old. So FUCKING SUE ME!!)
So what can I do.
‘Wan, I cant remember song no. 2’
come on guys, its not that difficult a song. Just take some time to listen to it and you’ll be able to figure it out. I mean, I have to figure out my part too right. And I cant possibly figure out yours too. How many things can a person do?
In any case we got down to it.
10 am.
Still no sign of Jodi.
I need coffee and breakfast. Fucking hell no money.
I scoured the bottom floor for food. None available.
Chilly winds. Frozen hands.
10:45am
‘Irawan Gani, where is the place? So much for an update…’
so sorry, had a few things in my mind.
1107am
Jodi arrives. But too late, cant sound check. The event has already started.
I sent out the directions for the place.
1124am
SMS
‘not coming, pulling a king’s park, have fun’.
Well if you are not coming in the first place why bother asking?
Disappointment.
Its alrite… it doesn’t matter.
Frozen hands.
So what are the sequence of songs?
Mario is fast asleep. He finished work at 530am that morning.
Ok so now we have to wait.
12noon.
my tummy’s rumbling. Well what can I do but have a ciggie.
Waiting, waiting…
1pm.
Met Dian.
‘Whats’ wrong with you?’
Nothing. Just haven’t eaten.
She disappears and appears few minutes later with some food.
Have this….
She indeed was my saviour.
2pm
a call received.
What time are you playing?
Are you asking because you are interested in coming or…?
Again gave directions… thought she was coming…
The gamelan is on.
3pm
the gamelan is still on…
fucking gamelan….
Fadhil arrives.
You done?
No…
Where’s she?
I dunno…
Fucking gamelan still playing…
330pm
gamelan ends…
we go up on stage.
Chaos…very unprofessionally, we started playing…
I look towards the doorway to see if she has sneaked in…
430pm
Gig ends. No sign of her.
I go out quietly for a smoke.
As everyone starts to disappear a call came.
Where are you?
In uni…
Are still working on your assignment?
No meeting…
We made plans for dinner…
Rain starts to fall…
530pm.
Jodi has to send her mother home.
So we wait.
630pm
Jodi arrives. So off we went. Winthrop, Murdoch, Vic Park and Dianella to send the various equipments back.
7pm.
SMS
‘are you coming? NANDE!!!???
My mobile runs out of batteries.
715pm
reached home. Drop everything.walking along Albany Highway the rain starts to fall heavily. Wind. I ran to the Vic Park Transfer Station. Wet.
37 arrived at 727pm.
735pm
I reached the city. Still raining. I braved the rain. Almost got knocked down by a car.
Ouch…My toes are hurting!!!
745pm.
Reached Moon Café.
Somebody said I looked nice. Everyone, Jackie, Mun, Tat looked happy. well glad they looked happy. I am fucking pissed!!!!
We decided to have dinner at Fast Eddy’s.
Me, I am starving to death. If I starved any further, I think I wouldn’t merely be fucking pissed.
Patience iwan Patience.
9pm.
Dinner finished.
She starts to smile and laugh, alone.
‘what?’
so she started telling about the card game that they were playing…end of story.
‘so you ditched me for a card game?’
ah I see…
‘you said you had a meeting?’
‘we did have a meeting?’
I am neither stupid nor naïve. Or maybe, yes I am stupid and naïve… I shall give her that…
‘an after thought I suppose…’
‘well, what was I supposed to do over there?’
it’s a bazaar… many things that you can do… plus, you were the one who promised to come…
in any case, it is all clear now…it is all very clear…
THUNDER, LIGHTNING, AND RAIN
Boil, boil, coil and bubble…
There is no end to all the troubles…
But as we walked along Murray St and Wellington, it dawned on me that it doesn’t matter… its all lovely… lovely indeed…
BAIK AH…
Well not according to some people…
8am.
Went into the hall after unpacking the stuffs. That took an hour because the stupid rover wouldn’t barge. Ok because someone left the rover there with the car keys and so, we had to detour a long way… imagine a 10kg amplifier. 3 guitars, a box of other accessories, a drum kit, and a keyboard, plus its case. We would have been efficient if everyone is experienced in this. Well not everyone is.
9am.
About to soundcheck, Jodi’s mother called.
‘please pick up the rest of the food.’
Ok now he’s gone, so no sound check. In any case, stage wasn’t ready, so how now brown cow? (yeah yeah lame old lame old. So FUCKING SUE ME!!)
So what can I do.
‘Wan, I cant remember song no. 2’
come on guys, its not that difficult a song. Just take some time to listen to it and you’ll be able to figure it out. I mean, I have to figure out my part too right. And I cant possibly figure out yours too. How many things can a person do?
In any case we got down to it.
10 am.
Still no sign of Jodi.
I need coffee and breakfast. Fucking hell no money.
I scoured the bottom floor for food. None available.
Chilly winds. Frozen hands.
10:45am
‘Irawan Gani, where is the place? So much for an update…’
so sorry, had a few things in my mind.
1107am
Jodi arrives. But too late, cant sound check. The event has already started.
I sent out the directions for the place.
1124am
SMS
‘not coming, pulling a king’s park, have fun’.
Well if you are not coming in the first place why bother asking?
Disappointment.
Its alrite… it doesn’t matter.
Frozen hands.
So what are the sequence of songs?
Mario is fast asleep. He finished work at 530am that morning.
Ok so now we have to wait.
12noon.
my tummy’s rumbling. Well what can I do but have a ciggie.
Waiting, waiting…
1pm.
Met Dian.
‘Whats’ wrong with you?’
Nothing. Just haven’t eaten.
She disappears and appears few minutes later with some food.
Have this….
She indeed was my saviour.
2pm
a call received.
What time are you playing?
Are you asking because you are interested in coming or…?
Again gave directions… thought she was coming…
The gamelan is on.
3pm
the gamelan is still on…
fucking gamelan….
Fadhil arrives.
You done?
No…
Where’s she?
I dunno…
Fucking gamelan still playing…
330pm
gamelan ends…
we go up on stage.
Chaos…very unprofessionally, we started playing…
I look towards the doorway to see if she has sneaked in…
430pm
Gig ends. No sign of her.
I go out quietly for a smoke.
As everyone starts to disappear a call came.
Where are you?
In uni…
Are still working on your assignment?
No meeting…
We made plans for dinner…
Rain starts to fall…
530pm.
Jodi has to send her mother home.
So we wait.
630pm
Jodi arrives. So off we went. Winthrop, Murdoch, Vic Park and Dianella to send the various equipments back.
7pm.
SMS
‘are you coming? NANDE!!!???
My mobile runs out of batteries.
715pm
reached home. Drop everything.walking along Albany Highway the rain starts to fall heavily. Wind. I ran to the Vic Park Transfer Station. Wet.
37 arrived at 727pm.
735pm
I reached the city. Still raining. I braved the rain. Almost got knocked down by a car.
Ouch…My toes are hurting!!!
745pm.
Reached Moon Café.
Somebody said I looked nice. Everyone, Jackie, Mun, Tat looked happy. well glad they looked happy. I am fucking pissed!!!!
We decided to have dinner at Fast Eddy’s.
Me, I am starving to death. If I starved any further, I think I wouldn’t merely be fucking pissed.
Patience iwan Patience.
9pm.
Dinner finished.
She starts to smile and laugh, alone.
‘what?’
so she started telling about the card game that they were playing…end of story.
‘so you ditched me for a card game?’
ah I see…
‘you said you had a meeting?’
‘we did have a meeting?’
I am neither stupid nor naïve. Or maybe, yes I am stupid and naïve… I shall give her that…
‘an after thought I suppose…’
‘well, what was I supposed to do over there?’
it’s a bazaar… many things that you can do… plus, you were the one who promised to come…
in any case, it is all clear now…it is all very clear…
THUNDER, LIGHTNING, AND RAIN
Boil, boil, coil and bubble…
There is no end to all the troubles…
But as we walked along Murray St and Wellington, it dawned on me that it doesn’t matter… its all lovely… lovely indeed…
BAIK AH…
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