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Thankya Sydney. What a turnout! What finger-pointing! What a “homecoming”… and what a way to break my own rule.
The night was bookended by finger-pointing, courtesy of Briscoe. frontman (and, not coincidentally, original RM3 drummer) Bart Denaro. There was finger-pointing over our rushed pre-show sushi-train dinner; and towards the end of RM3’s set, there was Bart again, in the audience, taking the crowd to finger-pointing (and booty-grinding) school.
During their own set, Briscoe. celebrated their Sydney album launch with thunder-punch after thunder-punch of guitar pop goodness. The lovely kids from The Khanz kicked off their catchy-as-all-hell set with a wicked cover of ‘Crazy’, and proceeded to basically own it… so good.
In our set (which featured a particularly on-fire Ross Ferraro on drums and Joel Burton on bass), I broke my own decade-long rule: I told the loud talkers in the audience to be quiet. As I said onstage, maybe Berlin’s uber-attentive audiences have made me soft. Unfortunately, we ran out of time to drop ‘Smile’ and ‘Opa Opa’ – and I’m hoping nobody thinks it was because I was annoyed, or that we don’t play them anymore… It was either that or spend a little time meeting and chatting to the lovely folks in the audience who came down and made the night otherwise super-enjoyable.
I’mma get some sun between now and the final leg of the tour: Melbourne on Dec 5th. See you there, Melbites!
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