Another hot night in Adelaide. David and Vello have dinner at Panacea on Halifax Street.
What is pulled pork? wonders David.
Lets find out, says Vello, feeling adventurous.
They order pulled pork, with scallops and garfish and mushrooms.
Where is it? asks David, when the pulled pork arrives. He pokes at some baby spinach with a fork. Under the baby spinach is a fibrous white mass of pulled pork.
There it is, says Vello. Hmmm, hmmm......not bad.
You only live once, says David, spearing a scallop. Yum yum this is nice.
Yum yum so is the garfish, says Vello. But the pulled pork is average. What time is our show?
Nine, says David. Let's catch the tram.
They walk to King William Street and wait for the tram. It arrives, they get on.
The tram is filled with a variety of persons, both sitting and standing. Young girls in big shoes and skirts with net frills. These are just some of the colourful persons they see on the tram.
They arrive at the Soul Box on the dot of nine.
What? There are only eight other people in the audience. They sit down, making it ten.
Luke Escombe comes onto the stage with James his bass guitarist, and they start playing. They play very well. James looks something like Arthur.
David nudges Vello. Psst! He looks like Arthur!
No he doesn't, whispers Vello. He's smiling too much. But his hair is like Arthur's.
Luke Escombe is tall and skinny and wearing a hat. He plays songs that relate to his life, which he's written himself. They are songs about twins, bodybuilding, peppermint tea, Crohn's disease, love, and how lonely he felt when in Edinburgh. His last song ends with a jerking-off dance. The gestures are simple and rude. Will the audience join in?
Yes they will, but they will not stand up.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
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