Joy out west; ARBA Albums, Power 3 at Mt Compass, Armagedd’n
Published: September 10, 2018
There’s joy in the west
Friday Night, Corny Point, Amber Joy Poulton and the Terrible two….
I mean: The Holy Two.
You can get the details off the poster.
f not, here they are:
Friday, 14th September
Corny Point Hall – AJ & The Holy Two
7pm $25 (byo drinks & nibbles)
Bookings 0411 230 822
(I am sure there is a national forest gig with Amber Joy on Saturday Sept 15…..
I just don’t know were it is or when. Or why!!!)
Still….
While we’re over there, and all that….
But wait…. There’s More
You don’t have to drive to Corny Point to catch a show with the AJ and her no-goodnick pair of unholy rebel-rousers…..
Just pop in to Lickerish on…
Friday, 28th September for the
Semaphore Music Festival performance at
Lickerish Kitchen & Bar by AJ & The Holy Two
Lickerish Kitchen & Bar is a groovy place and has been the scene of a few AJ shows, as some of you will recall.
Good tucker, plenty of lemonade and stuff. Places to plonk your date and relax.
Book to be sure, there are limits to seating etc.
I have never reached the limit of their fridge, though.
You might try.
8pm $25 (bookings can be made for dinner but please call the kitchen to book a feed – 0403 931 269 )
Adelaide Roots and Blues Association’s 2018 Blues and Roots Albums finalists
Finalists for the ARBA 2018 Blues Album of the Year are:
• Black Hill – Lazy Eye
• Menu of Sin – Mick Kidd and Dave Blight
• Tales of a Rich Girl – Kings and Associates
Finalists for the ARBA 2018 Roots Album of the Year are:
• Red Leaf – Cal Williams Jr
• Whiskey Man – Eric Santucci
• You Are Not Alone – Courtney Robb
Go here for more info: http://www.adelaiderootsandblues.org/blues-album-of-the-year.html
Winners of each category to be announced and presented at the…
ARBA Member Muster, October 19, 2018 at the Semaphore Workers Club.
The Mount Compass Supper Club presents:
The Power of the Mighty ‘3’ – October 13
Mighty Powerful Blurb:
In the mid 60s a volcanic eruption in the world of pop music changed the landscape in a way that has defied the ravages of time when three incendiary artists emerged: Cream – 3 virtuoso Blues/pop musicians who fought their way up and down the charts with their constantly evolving blues rock sound, Jimi Hendrix; still claimed to be one of the most influential guitar players of all time – a big statement but there is no doubt he stands alone in living memory as the bloke who ‘really played guitar’!… and Janis Joplin who took the heart and emotion of Gospel and Soul music and crossed it with a chainsaw.
It was a brief but massively influential impact on popular music that has never been repeated.
On October 13, the Mount Compass Supper Club presents a tribute to those three rock music icons with the Power of the Mighty ‘3’, performed by David Rhodes on guitars, Rob Eyers on drums, Denis Surmon on bass and vocals and Gini Hobson on vocals.
Book Book Book. Seating is cabaret style and limits apply.
The Mt Compass Supper Club has a Very Reasonably Priced Bar….
Parking. And free air. As much as you can inhale.
Fidel’s Bar
October 21
Yep, October 21. Blue Ring Records presents an afternoon of sombre and no longer at Fidel’s Bar.
There will be a performance of ‘Whoopee, We’re all going to Die!’ – a protest song singalong. Yes, singalong. The audience will be asked…in some cases ‘required’ to sing, as we reel out some famous and not so famous anti-war whinges. Somber.
And for the No Longer bit we will have Mr Explosion himself, Ian Mitchell, sonically detonating himself with all the artistry he can muster. On a Sunday afternoon. Half-full of piss.
And the clean-up will be provided by An Acoustic Scandal – with special guests ( namely: Surmon from the Armageddon bit and maybe even Ian Mitchell – if we can find all the pieces of him.)
I suggest you put some money in the box at the door at Fidel’s as this kind of entertainment doesn’t come cheap.
It might look and sound cheap but that’s not the same thing.
Also on the bill is the Steve Charles band – original alt groove roots folk.
Make sure you eat your salad with that!
Tickets, please
One of the benefits of a phylogenic mind is that I can easily pop back in time to catch up on past lives. I recently visited myself when I was an early Egyptian working on one of them galley boats that plied the River Nile. And, no, unlike like many of my former (and latter) lives, I was not a lowly, sweaty galley slave at the time; I had a much more important job – I was a ticket clipper! And before you sneer it would pay to be aware that passenger tickets were not printed on nice vellum or papyrus – too expensive!!! The tickets were made of solid slate with the numbers chiselled in… and I had to use a bolt-cutter to clip the buggers! I had fore-arms like Popeye.
Anyway, On the day under discussion, I recognised one of the passengers on the boat as the famous Cleopatra, on her way back from the shopping malls of Luxor, I supposed. I flexed my muscular fore-arms and waggled my bolt-cutter as I approached her.
“Ticket, please, Miss Patra,” I asked with a saucy dip of my head.
She handed up a ticket which I smartly nipped with my bolt cutters. Miss Patra looked into my eyes with what i discerned as perhaps a slightly guilty look.
“Will I also need a ticket for my asp?” she enquired coyly.
I gave her my ‘secret’ smile, Groucho-Marxed my eyebrows and replied: “Miss Patra, your ass is a ticket …. a ticket to Heaven!”
She rolled her eyes at me and pulled a long wiggly thing out of her toga front and said sternly: “This is my asp, dipshit!”
I was stunned but recovered quickly. “Ho!!!” I shouted. “I see it’s MISTER Patra, then… Well I say ‘SNAP’ to that!”
And I pulled out my own toga taipan and waggled it proudly around.
It was just after that I became a lowly, sweaty galley-slave.