Let’s Get Loud

Hi everyone!

I feel like I’ve been away for ages, though it was actually only a week. We enjoyed our Easter break (including the worst Easter egg hunt ever, more on that later), and got some amazing live music in too (more on that soon). The week has flown by, and here we are, somehow, in April already. How did that happen? Wasn’t it January five minutes ago?

We kicked off the week in great style, with two big gigs two nights in a row. First off we saw the godfather of punk, Iggy Pop, and The Stooges. The opening band was The Beasts Of Bourbon, one of Australia’s greatest (live, loud, down, and dirty) bands ever. I was insanely excited to see Iggy, never having seen him before and having heard about and read all the myth and legend surrounding him. We also took our two oldest sons along. Nothing like some deafening family bonding time.

The Beasts were as excellent as ever, though maybe offering a more toned down set, due to them not being the main act. They were still better than some bands who do give all. One of our sons was a crazy Beasts fan a few years back, as all his friends knew when they started asking him if he owned any other item of clothing apart from the Beasts t-shirt that he lived in. Being (a lot) like his father meant that the only outward sign that he was absolutely loving it was slightly more nodding-of-the-head than usual. He loved it.

During the Beasts set there was some drunken-type pushing action going on near us. Naturally the four guys involved had chosen to stand right next to my sons, who had just as naturally chosen to stand far behind their father and I. So of course I couldn’t help putting my Mum hat back on for a bit, just until I was sure that the let’s-knock-into-people guys were just having fun, and not starting mischief. So lot’s of looking back and keeping an eye on things, then looking at the security guys to see if they looked alarmed. They did not, so all good. I also find myself kinda sorta keeping an eye on young girls at gigs who are there alone. Especially when they end up in the mosh pit. My inner Kathleen Hanna comes out, and I can understand why she always wanted the girls to be up the front. Kudos to the young girl standing near us, who looked all of sixteen, and had come by herself to see Iggy. (She was also wearing a cool Runaway’s t-shirt. Nice).

Then it was time for Iggy.

And I am still at a loss for words. It was amazing. Awesome. Unbelievable. Loud. I may have embarrassed my sons just a bit, and my husband mentioned afterwards that he wondered who the crazy woman jumping around next to him and hitting him in the face with her hair was, at which point he realised it was his wife. And jump around I did. I managed to carve out just enough dancing space, and I had a ball.

Highlight for this gig pig was when Iggy invited some of the kids up on stage. My boys were up there in a flash. On stage with Iggy Pop and The Stooges. One of my proudest parenting moments, I must say. In short, we all had a great night, and went home with ringing ears and sore legs.

Okay, I was the one with sore legs.

Next night we went and saw Wilco, one of husband and son 1’s favourite bands. I was not as keen, but happy to go along. It was at the Sydney Opera House, and we were reminded once again what an impressive building it is. The last time I was there was in 1992 for a school play, and it was the perfect venue for a cracking live band.

And what a cracking band they were. I was not so into the music before, but as a live band they are one of the best I have ever seen. Plus after the sore legs of the night before it was nice to sit down and enjoy the music.

As for that lame Easter egg hunt, after a late night the night before I wasn’t all that keen on being woken up at 7 am on a Sunday morning to be dragged outside in the getting-chillier-every-day morning to search for eggs and fake some enthusiasm. So the night before before calling it a night I laid a trail of chocolate eggs from Mister Four’s door to my bedroom door. Then inside my room there was a trail from the door to a corner where the treasure was: some Cars 2 eggs and toys. I hadn’t bargained on how dark it would still be, so unfortunately I had to wake up more than I wanted to.

As long as Mister Four was happy, which he was, it was good enough. He was then happy to get into bed for a snuggle and a sleep in.

Catching up after a quiet week on the blogs, so this might end up being a three post Friday. Stay tuned.

Ana. x.

  1. Sounds like you had an awesome time at the concerts! Love that you’re still doing all the kid stuff for your youngest 🙂

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    1. You know I probably do more kid stuff with him than I did with the others. Probably easier with just one 😉

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  2. I love that your family of all ages allows you to juxtapose very adult and very child like experiences in the space of a few days.

    Iggy Pop looks as good as ever!

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    1. It is interesting with the difference in ages. Iggy is a legend.

      Btw, just noticed your email address. Nice one 😉

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      1. When I log in with my actual email address it won’t let me comment unless I sign in with my wordpress.com account (which I obviously don’t want to do now that I’ve ‘crossed over’.)

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        1. Ah, I see. And I probably need to re subscribe or follow? I just tried to read the latest post and it told me the blog is private.

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