Contrary to rumour, it isn’t every day I walk into a bar and get accused of attempted murder. But last night in the Phoenix it came out that I’d missed a few things in my review of the “In the Can” 2XX promo fundraiser. I totally forgot Randall Blair’s set which I think was very good but, um, yes I don’t remember. I’d also forgotten that when Konrad Lenz had asked the audience to buy him double vodka’s I’d set a leadership example by immediately delivering him one.
It would seem I wasn’t alone and a great deal of vodka later there were ugly scenes in the toilet and an ambulance was needed with Konrad taken to hospital.
The great man had this to say:
By my reckoning I had about 19 vodkas in an hour. Some reports say 24 and some go as high as 33 (a Biblical number)… What can I do when everyone in the audience is buying me drinks? It would be rude not to sink em down… It was my Jim Morrison/Bon Scott moment (I share a birthday with ol’ Bon). I’m now an official rock dog… If it wasn’t for Randall Blair I could have been an official corpse in the toilets (appropriate for the Christening of the Spirits of the Dead)… Good Mr Randall discovered me and a team of 7 carried me on a stretcher to the ambulance… I don’t remember the end of the gig… I do remember some bits after… I suppose I have, to quote one of my songs, “a death wish buried deep in my skull.” But right now its just a dull ache. I had enough alcohol to kill me and like I said I beat Dylan Thomas’ record and lived to tell the tale…
As far as light at the end of the tunnel, as soon as I was conscious I saw Canberra surroundings and knew I hadn’t made it to Heaven…
You can quote any of this or none of this. I’m putting in an application next week for the Folky, don’t know if they’d see this as very professional behaviour. Then again, its doing wonders for my status as a myth/legend… There’s a plus and minus to every action… It was a damn good gig too… Adios Kemosabe – Tonto…
It’s real rock and roll when In The Can hits In Blue folks.
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