Picture-Heavy Post: Oxford Art Factory photos by Daniel Eaton

PICS! PICS! PICS!

Do you often click links to our blog page, only to find yourself bombarded with stupid, stupid words? Do you think, as you read large chunks of text, “Just get to the good bit already”? (Well, you’ve really offended me, but I can’t argue with your appraisal.)

Well, aren’t you in for a treat? Prepare for picture after picture, with no words in between! I won’t even caption them! (Maybe some of them.) That’s less reading than your average children’s picture book requires!

Enjoy the photos, snapped at our June 12 Oxford Art Factory show and painstakingly edited (Lucy is actually a man in real life), by the always-amazing Daniel Eaton. Check out the original pics, and Dan’s other work, at http://www.staticlifephotography.com/.

(Please note: Some images have been uploaded at lower resolutions than originally supplied, due to file upload limits. I guess we can’t complain about the free blog platform…)

Little Hart

Little Hart

Huckleberry Hastings

Huckleberry Hastings

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Crystal Ball Tour Entry Three: The final countdown

After some puzzlement over why Erin was telling us that she’d “see [us] on Wednesday”, we remembered that the tour was not all the way over. How could we forget our local shows?! (Sleep deprivation, the sweet relief of being out of a car, possible hangovers. All likely suspects.)

 

Brisbane

Playing at the (New) Globe kind of brings Miss Elm full circle. The very first gig that Erin and Lucy ever did as a ‘band’ (with the delightful Ainsley Wynne) was in that very venue, albeit on a different stage. Technically speaking, we weren’t Miss Elm then anyway, but shhhhh, nostalgia. Despite our lack of research into the date—it was only STATE OF ORIGIN—we pulled a decent little crowd to our only Brisbane show of the tour (with many thanks to Matthew Graham and Josh McCartney for their crowd-magnet skills). When you’re up to your sixth show in a week and a half, stage fright becomes a distant, stupid memory. “This performing thing? In my damn sleep.” It was great to be home and more rested, and even better not to have spent the entire day together pre-gig (no offence, you guys). To be honest, I missed the giddiness that comes of sub-optimal levels of sleep and long hours of car. Heading to a gig after work isn’t quite the same as hauling ass there from another city. Alas, the rock star life must be funded, and so the Brisbane show proceeded post-adult-obligations.

Squeezing lots of music onto the stage at the New Globe Theatre

Squeezing lots of music onto the stage at the New Globe Theatre

Meeeeemoriessss

Meeeeemoriessss

Gold Coast

Sometimes the thought of driving for an hour can be daunting. Luckily for us, a week of much more than an hour of driving prepared us well. In fact, I was surprised when we pulled up to our destination so quickly. “Surely I have to spend more time in this metal tomb before I’m allowed out, right?” Not so, dear reader. We were on the Gold Coast in a (non-literal) jiffy, and ready to smash out our last show of the tour. If show number six was a piece of cake, then show number seven was a three-tiered torte (if that even works). It was a damn good show, is what I’m saying. We kicked back to listen to Maple (musically gifted in both English and Chinese), Holly Terrens (fresh from a tour to Japan), and Alexandra (back to rocking the gigging scene after a hiatus). We were privileged to play our final tour show to a thoroughly warmed-up audience, and ended our month of musical madness with a bang (and an encore).

Elms are always welcome at the Loft ;)

Elms are always welcome at the Loft 😉

Erin getting spiritual

Erin getting spiritual

Lucy contemplates life/the melodica

Lucy contemplates life/the melodica

Don't be sad, Erin! It's our last show, but we'll be back soon :D

Don’t be sad, Erin! It’s our last show, but we’ll be back soon 😀

Holly Terrens (and her merry band) lighting up the stage -- I didn't get pics of anyone else (too busy enjoying their music, no doubt)

Holly Terrens (and her merry band) lighting up the stage — Sadly, I didn’t get pics of anyone else (too busy enjoying their music, no doubt)

Did you miss us during this tour? Kicking yourself that you couldn’t make it to a show? Wishing you’d known that Queensland was going to lose so you could have skipped the game to come and see us? Fret not. We will be back with a special early evening appearance at the Seed Project, Friday July 18 at QPAC (Brisbane). Look out for the Facebook event, coming soon.

Plus, the fruit of our hard studio labour is coming together into a shiny release for you. I’m talking, of course, about our next EP. Details, including the title and release date of the EP, are also coming very soon. All good things take time, as they say (whoever ‘they’ are).

 

Elm Crew xx

Crystal Ball Tour Entry Two: An expected journey

FINAL TOUR GIGS: Miss Elm at the New Globe Theatre and Miss Elm at The Loft

The last few days of the tour were epic for us. Three more gigs, multiple sleep-ins (and late nights), and a truly remarkable quest: To find and watch Lord of the Rings (The Fellowship). We’d settled for The Desolation of Smaug days before, but our hunger for LOTR could not be sated by mere Hobbit. To cut an excellent story short, we found it at Big W. Truly the party never stops for this band of misfits.

 

Newcastle

After some time to ourselves, it was back to the gigging circuit. (That was the reason for the trip, after all.) We awoke to a rainy Newcastle morning, and collectively groaned as we remembered that the day’s show was to be on an outdoor lawn area. The gods of rock were watching over us, however, and the skies held while we unloaded, played, and then packed our gear. As you can probably imagine, the crowd were not super keen on coming out onto the grass to watch, but our tunes were pumped through the PA at the uni bar, so they had no choice but to listen. After a very relaxed set, we headed inside to play trivia (spoiler: we didn’t win) and eat yet another lunch special. By that point, we were so sick of road food that we vowed to cook a proper steak dinner, accompanied by an absolute butt-ton of vegetables. After a walk down to the (windy and cold) beach, and some awkwardly-posed cliche seaside pics, we hit the shops to stock up for our dream meal. Needless to say, it was freaking awesome, and the good times (by which I mean our insides) were well and truly rolling. A viewing of LOTR was the capstone on our last night in Newy, and ensured the next three days were punctuated by shrieks of “GANDALF!” and badly-hummed theme music.

Next band promo shot

Next band promo shot

Just call him Jimmy P

Just call him Jimmy P

Our stage at U of Newcastle

Our stage at U of Newcastle, feat. JP on the double middle fingers

WUT?

WUT?

Standard Newcastle pic

Standard Newcastle pic

 

Sydney

The next morning, it was time to check out and ship steel to Sydney for our last two shows. Erin stuck to her promise not to wake up the boys, and was very smug when Jimmy rolled out of bed cursing at 9:40am. The blessing and curse of staying in the same place for a few days is taking a lax attitude to the organisation of your suitcase: brilliant not to have to pack every morning, but painful after three days of “I’ll pick that up later”. Through some miracle of spatial manipulation, we crammed all of our stuff into Peggy and hit the road. Despite assuring everyone that he could just “follow the signs to Sydney”, Lordy managed to take us up the Hunter Highway for what might have been an impromptu winery tour. Some blame-heaping later, we were back on track, and excited to stay in a real apartment for a few nights. After some settling in that included asking strangers on the street for dollar coins to do the washing, some precision parking in a spot that was not designed with a Land Cruiser in mind, and much squee-ing about the amount of space in the unit, we hit Sydney town to catch up with some of the boys’ mates and practice our best hipster faces in secret whiskey bars. With a hangover being the only natural outcome of said activities, the boys spent the next day feeling sorry for themselves, while the girls visited Erin’s fabulous aunty Julie for lunch. We reconvened for a top show at Oxford Art Factory with Sydney studs Huckleberry Hastings and Little Hart. A night out on Oxford St was probably the rock star thing to do, but the general consensus was SLEEP OH GOD PLEASE SLEEP, so we headed home to drink tea in our pyjamas.

The girls were determined to spend the last day in Sydney doing some damage to their bank accounts, so we headed to Paddington to explore the fashion offerings. A short stretch of excellent shops later, we had all we had come for and more (mostly boots). Our final show at Eastern Lounge with first-timer Katie Duckworth and serious badass Zoe Elliot was bittersweet. Bitter because we knew we had to drive for fourteen hours the next day, and sweet because seriously man we are totally freaking sweet. Badly-worded self-promotion aside, the gig was a great performance to a really appreciative crowd, and we couldn’t have found a better way to end the Sydney portion of the tour.

Four hours of sleep and fourteen hours of driving brought us safely home to Brisbane (and one step closer to complete mental breakdown).  After push-starting Jimmy’s car, we shared a final group hug and went our separate ways, each breathing a deep gulp of air that, for the first time in a week, did not include each other’s exhalations.

The result of squeezing three adults into the freaking tiniest photobooth in the world

The result of squeezing three adults into the freaking tiniest photobooth in the world

A big shopping trip needs a big meal

A big shopping trip needs a big meal

Carrying this gear was the best part of the tour

Carrying this gear was the best part of the tour

Our friend Huck

Our friend Huck

"You should rename this place Shoe Heaven" - Erin to bemused shoe store owner

“You should rename this place Shoe Heaven” – Erin to bemused shoe store owner

Catch ya later, Sydney!

Catch ya later, Sydney!

 

The End?

No!

The Crystal Ball Tour is not over yet! It’s Brisbane’s turn to catch our only hometown show on Wednesday 18 June at the New Globe Theatre. Gold Coasters can get some Elm up them at The Loft on Saturday 21 June.

We want to see you there. Forget the State of Origin (or, you know, stream it on your phone or something—we won’t be offended). Oh, and stay tuned for our next EP. Release details, including what we’re gonna call the thing, will be revealed very soon.

And now to catch up on all that lost sleep…

 

Elm Crew xx

Crystal Ball Tour Entry One: Three days, two shows, 1000+ kms

“Goin’ down the road feelin’ baaaad.”

Now that we’ve hit Californee, and the internet is free-flowing, it’s time for mass tour updates.

THE CRYSTAL BALL TOUR HAS BEGUN! https://www.facebook.com/events/217372851794902/

 

Bellingen

After some epic car Tetris, Peggy-Sue was ready to ease on down the road. We set out from Brisbane with adrenaline in our veins and ‘90s tunes on our lips. After some serious, but not very noteworthy, driving, we arrived in Bellingen ready to explore. We checked into our room above a pub, and tried to shake off the six-hours-of-driving blues. Lucky for us, central Bellingen is one street, about 50 metres long. Everything we needed was within easy walking distance. Even in heels.

A rest, a sound-check, and some free beer/wine later, we were ready to kick off our first show of the tour. It was a line-up we were more than proud to be a part of. If you’re going to be the meat in a musical sandwich, you’ll find no better bread than blues man Jimi Beavis, and reggae dudes Kingfisha. A bunch of charming locals made our Bellingen debut feel all the more successful. We toasted ourselves with some celebratory (and pilfered) wine, sipped from hotel room teacups, and promised to always be the bestest of friends.

On the road again...

On the road again…

Jimmy takes the wheel

Jimmy takes the wheel

This idiot...

This idiot…

The egg

The egg

Front seat selfies

Front seat selfies

Pre-show at the Diggers Tavern, Bellingen

Pre-show at the Diggers Tavern, Bellingen

 

Armidale

There’s no rest for the wicked, and even less rest for the wickedly hungover. When the booze is free and it’s a band member’s birthday, you have no other choice. So it was back on the road (after a nice greasy breakfast), and on to Armidale. We’d heard from about ten different people that the drive between Bellingen and the ‘Dale was riddled with natural beauty; we weren’t disappointed. The cramped, farty interior of the car was nicely broken up with fresh air and excellent views. There was even talk of a swim, but the lads piked when they realised what we’d known since we left Bellingen: It was cold as shit.

We’d been warned about the temperature in Armidale, but someone really should have said, “No seriously, dude. We’re not messing around. You will freeze your damn balls off.” Some serious layering (and a roaring fire at the venue) prevented us from dying of hypothermia, and the absolute gems at the Armidale Club made sure we were fed and watered before our show. A last-minute support act ushered in our super chilled set, and we enjoyed another super warm reception from an appreciative local crowd. Sorry, Brisbane, but we might just not come back to you and your aloof hipster ways. (We totally will though. This place is freaking freezing, Mr Bigglesworth.)

Stretching our legs at Dangar Falls

Stretching our legs at Dangar Falls

Check out that beautiful scenery. The waterfall looks pretty nice, too ;)

Check out that beautiful scenery. The waterfall looks pretty nice, too 😉

If you go in that water, you're going to have a bad time

If you go in that water, you’re going to have a bad time

Lapping up Ebor Falls

Lapping up Ebor Falls

Chilling at the Armidale Club, scoffing burgers

Chilling at the Armidale Club, scoffing burgers

Working the merch table

Working the merch table

 

Newcastle

Another day, another town. As we edge closer to Sydney, and actual civilisation (no offence, regional NSW), we’re enjoying a bit more down time, and some improved accommodation. There’ll be no more running through public hallways wrapped in a towel, and no awful pub music drifting into our windows (accompanied by the mating call of the intoxicated male: “You’re a c—t!”). We slept well past 10am check-out time, just because we could, and in the absence of our beloved Wii, we tried actual bowling, with Horg reigning supreme. It’s back to the show circuit tomorrow, when we hit Newcastle University for a lunchtime gig. For now, though, it’s time for a spa, a movie, and another night’s sleep in a decent bed.

Stopping to check out all the nothing

Stopping to check out all the nothing

"Pull over, you guys. I feel sick" *lights a cigarette*

“Pull over, you guys. I feel sick” *lights a cigarette*

Peggy dominating the road

Peggy dominating the road

The only place we could get food in Gloucester: Chicken Takeaway

The only place we could get food in Gloucester: Chicken Takeaway

Proper athletes in the Bowl-a-drome

Proper athletes in the Bowl-a-drome

Eggy getting loose on 2L of cocktail in a wanky jar

Eggy getting loose on 2L of cocktail in a wanky jar

Stay tuned for regular updates, brought to you by the availability of the internet!

Check out the remaining shows on the East Coast:

Newcastle University, 10 June

Oxford Art Factory Gallery Bar, 12 June https://www.facebook.com/events/453423558124068/

Eastern Lounge Roseville, 13 June https://www.facebook.com/events/257542871095815/

New Globe Theatre Brisbane, 18 June https://www.facebook.com/events/291061627736891/

The Loft Gold Coast, 21 June https://www.facebook.com/events/1562768453949080/

Elm Crew xx