Australasian Tour Blog
Oct - Nov 2008

9 countries, 2.5 continents, 5 weeks, no practice.

The bulk of this band now live in the San Francisco Bay Area. Our drummer lives in Japan and will be meeting us on our first layover in Hong Kong. Last time we saw him was exactly one year ago. One of our two guitar players (the good one) can't take time off work for 5 weeks so we arranged to have another guitarist fill in for him, only that guy lives in Australia and only our bass player has ever met him. The other guitar player (the not-as-good - but taller - one) injured his thumb and wasn't able to hold a guitar until 5 days ago. After roughly 30 hours of traveling we will drive straight from the airport to a practice space where we will introduce each other, learn roughly 30 songs, and then drive across town to play our first show. If we weren't so tired that might seem like a bad idea. Such is the way with CFD.

 


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Day 1-3 (which is actually just one really, really long day)
If you factor in the time differences, a calendar will reflect that we left San Francisco Wednesday morning and arrived in New Zealand Friday afternoon (with a 3-hour layover in Hong Kong). Hopefully the stress of putting this all together and actually making it to our first show will charge us with enough adrenaline to override the extreme jetlag/exhaustion and severe under-preparedness we will surely be harboring come showtime.


Warning kiddies: This is what you'll look like if you book a CFD tour.
Devon - Day 1

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Day 2 More flying...
Kiku did in fact meet us at the airport in Hong Kong despite the plethora of reasons why it might not happen (customs, flight delays, Kiku's prelediction for gettin' loaded, etc). Much giggling ensued. Leg Two of this trip was a 13-hour flight to Auckland where we were delayed on account of an extremely drunk and belligerent passenger who was eventually evicted, but not before hitting on everyone under 35.


Gate 80, huh? Anyone up for a walk?


Possible translations:
"No dead fowl allowed"
"Please stop here for dead fowl pick-up"
"Duty free dead fowl costs 50,000 Gen"
"We are trained to know the difference between dead fowl and a rubber chicken, so don't even try it."


I don't know why, but we are all always a little surprised
when Kiku makes it to our rendez-vous'es.
Hong Kong Airport - after 24 hours of Kiku waiting for us to show up.

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Day 3 Auckland, New Zealand
We are met at the airport by one-time New Zealand political rabble-rouser, Ross McGiillicuddy. Like Dick Clark, the man is a rock'n'roll icon who never ages. Even after having two kids he still looks, and more importantly acts, like an 18 year old punk. He drives us from the airport to a rehearsal space where we meet an Aussie named Dave, who will be Alex'es'z's' guitar fill-in for the new few weeks. He is likeable and plays left-handed guitar and openly refers to himself as a CFD scab.


Everybody, meet Dave. Dave, meet everybody!

 

Should still images be inadequate for you, we offer this:


We spend 90 minutes learning 25 songs and, unlike the time we tried this in Japan, nobody falls asleep standing up. Dave has been studying and needs only minor instruction, namely "stop tight at the stops and everyone will think you know what you're doing the rest of the time." Another important suggestion passed along was "Always keep your face away from Robert's butt."


Kiku's new blisters.
Apparently Craigums wasn't the only one
who hadn't been playing in a while.


The show is in the classy Ellen Melville Concert Hall (in the Pioneer Woman Room, no less) and goes well all things considered. Notes were missed, jumps, kicks and other spazzy shenanigans were minimal, and the house sound system was so good that even untrained ears could pick out some of our mistakes, but we all enjoyed ourselves. The opening bands were of a remarkably high caliber, most notably Waste Land whose oldest member was still less than half as old as our bands median age.


Fresh off the plane and still not entirely flexible yet.
Photo by Karoline


Photo by Karoline


Devon Smorph
Photo by Karoline

Packed up and headed to a punk house to sleep which is a lot like going to a movie theater to jog. As we were unrolling our bedding on the floor a guy said "Don't worry, we'll be quiet." He was last seen bringing a ghetto blaster into the house yelling "Party!" Just as we were getting to sleep one of the residents drunkenly drove her car full of other drunk people into her own house, displacing some bricks and popping her tire. We kept the giggling to a minimum, but only because we were too tired to really laugh.


Grim was the cat's name. Sweet ID pendant.

 

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Philippines

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New Zealand

Australia

Indonesia

Singapore / Malaysia

Indonesia

Malaysia / Brunei

Philippines

Hong Kong / China