Hybrid Tour Entry Three: Ade-ladies

It had been more than two years since Adelaide had received a dose of Elm, so we were well overdue for a visit. We felt kind of sleazy about the whole thing, since the last time we were there we’d wined and dined Adelaide, written it a song, and then disappeared into the ether, without so much as a phone call. Luckily, Adelaide is an easy-going kind of town, and it welcomed us back like old friends (especially when we told it that ‘Adelaide’ had been nominated for a Queensland Music Award).

How can you stay mad at those faces?

How can you stay mad at those faces?

We rolled into town, bringing the Sydney sunshine with us, and promptly passed out for a short spell before our show. Lucy’s excellent family set us up with beds and snacks, and became our Adelaide tour guides and chauffers. We dressed, matching floral headbands in place, and headed into The Exeter.

Ready to rock and/or roll

Ready to rock and/or roll

It seemed that while we flew, the apocalypse had begun quietly, on Rundle Street, of all places. The undead roamed freely, moaning excitedly about brains and dragging their rotting, bloodied bodies into various entertainment establishments. The Exeter was not immune. We loaded our gear in, dodging nightmarish dolls and cheerful cadavers. Unfazed by the impending doom, we enjoyed a pre-gig tea, and celebrated another tour reaching the halfway point (and the fact that our brains were intact).

Well, it was nice knowing her...

Well, it was nice knowing her…

If you pour it before the hourglass runs out, you're going to have a bad time

If you pour it before the hourglass runs out, you’re going to have a bad time

 

Our stripped-back duo set was once again met with an appreciative crowd and generous applause. (It was so good, in fact, that we might even ditch the boys altogether.*) Local indie-folksters, Life in Letters, took the stage next, and treated The Exeter to a sweet and ambient full band set. Their room-filling sound drew in even more onlookers, both alive and undead. We saw some familiar Adelaide faces, plus plenty of new ones (some of them with spectacular beards).

We spent our last couple of days exploring the Botanical Gardens, hanging out in little cafes, and doing more even op shopping, because shut up I can’t hear you bank account. We headed out to see the mind-boggling Adam Page perform his multi-instrument, loop-tastic show, and even met a new toy: the harmony flute. The last stop on our musical adventure was WOW FM, where we played some live tunes and chatted about all things Hybrid with our new friend (and fan) Steven.

Lucy plays the harmony flute (badly)

Lucy plays the harmony flute (badly)

We packed our bags—lighter from the CDs we’d sold, and heavier from the shopping we’d done—and said our farewells to Adelaide once again. We will call, Adelaide. We promise.

Could this be the composition of Adelaide 2?

Could this be the composition of Adelaide 2?

The sun sets on our trip (ow, right in the feels)

The sun sets on our trip (ow, right in the feels)

The jet-setting has finished, but the Hybrid Tour continues! Our last tour show, at the Currumbin Creek Tavern, with Scott Dalton, Holly Terrens, and Liam Ward, is on Saturday 25 October. The full band reunites. There will be hugging. Don’t miss it.

 

Elm Crew xx

 

*Unless they’re reading this, in which case, I’M KIDDING!^

^I’m not kidding.

Hybrid Tour Entry Two: Syd-ing Around

Despite what that awful title pun suggests, it felt like we did not stop moving the entire time we were in Sydney. We arrived at our Airbnb room, thoroughly sick of dragging a heavy keyboard case around, and starving our asses off. Our lovely hosts, Kym and Phil, recommended a café that was (thankfully) a short walk away. Erin’s excitement over eating salmon with a side of bacon was met with pleasant bemusement by our waiter (who somewhat timidly posed for a “here I am, serving your breakfast” photo).

Salmon, eggs, bacon, toast, beans, salads, ALL OF THE FOODS

Salmon, eggs, bacon, toast, beans, salads, ALL OF THE FOODS

Just barely sophisticated enough for Sydney

Just barely sophisticated enough for Sydney

Erin sums up her feelings about finally getting to eat

Erin sums up her feelings about finally getting to eat

After devouring a meal that served as both breakfast and lunch, we headed back to squee some more over Kym and Phil’s bunny, Pia, and enjoyed about an hour in our room before it was time to pretty up and hit the Petersham Bowling Club for show number two (or show number one of the actual traveling portion of the tour).

It's a bunny!

It’s a bunny!

NO, seriously, you guys. IT'S A BUNNY!

NO, seriously, you guys. IT’S A BUNNY!

 

The night kicked off with some soulful guitar tunes from the very talented (and well-bearded) Direwolf; the vibe was established and the crowd was nicely warmed. We jumped up, our assortment of instruments in hand (or on stand, in the case of the keyboard), and began our set. It’s always strange for us to play without our D&B extraordinaires backing us up. (Don’t tell them that we miss them; it just inflates their already-enormous egos.) The interesting thing about the duo setup, though, is that we can hear ourselves (!!), and that we get a chance to prove our musicianship in a different format. And speaking of musicianship, holy Button Collective, Batman! Those three dapper gentlemen (minus their equally dapper percussionist, a fellow Brissie girl) absolutely worked the room, eliciting both stunned silence and raucous applause (and sing-alongs).

Our sound guy, Richard, working the stage

Our sound guy, Richard, working the stage

Direwolf howling at the moon (sorry--but also, Winter Is Coming)

Direwolf howling at the moon (sorry–but also, Winter Is Coming)

The Button Collective doing their exceptionally good thing

The Button Collective doing their exceptionally good thing

The spirit of adventure told us that we should kick on and celebrate a great show. The spirit of “holy shit, I’m tired”, along with our sense of how damn heavy that stupid keyboard is, told us to go home and try again tomorrow.

And try again we did. We bravely boarded the light rail, and headed where no man has gone before (or, like, Leichhardt) for a quick catch up with our favourite producer (genuine unpaid endorsement), Michael Carpenter. We were delighted to find that small, non-bodily fluid-related pieces of Elm remained at the studios (see below). Mostly, though, we were just glad to be able to hand over a shiny new EP to the man who helped us make it happen. (We were also happy to eat chips.)

There's a big tree in Leichhardt

There’s a big tree in Leichhardt

FUGRO lives!

FUGRO lives!

After a day of shopping—and easily a couple of extra kilos in each of our suitcases—we scrubbed up again, and headed to Newtown to hit some small bars, as recommended by some locals. Despite a promise to ourselves that we would not have a late night, we had a late night. Call it tour madness. Call it YOLO. (Actually, don’t. Ugh.) We woke up the next day feeling less than amazing, but our Sydney bud, Dan The Spectacular, whisked us away to a hangover-busting breakfast, and we said our farewells to Sydney.

A well-deserved girls' night out

A well-deserved girls’ night out

"When I told the waiter I wanted to be the little spoon, this is not what I meant"

“When I told the waiter I wanted to be the little spoon, this is not what I meant”

Dan the Incredible (he's the one who is usually behind the camera)

Dan the Incredible (he’s the one who is usually behind the camera)

 

Thanks for having us again, Sydney. You’re alright. Here’s a picture of Erin being a rock star at your airport. You’re welcome.

Peace out, Sydney

Peace out, Sydney

Stayed tuned for an Adelaide update, and a self-review of our show at The Exeter. (Spoiler: We were great.)

 

Elm Crew xx

Hybrid Tour Entry One: Home-Town Hybrid

The home-town show is always pretty nerve-wracking. It’s a different kind of pressure from the interstate shows. People you know will probably be there (well, they had damn well better be), and you’re more likely to have spent the day at work, only to fly frantically to the gig venue, smashing down a snack and trying to make yourself look less “4pm meeting” and more “godly rockstar”.

I think we did OK.

I think we did OK.

We spent the day of the show exchanging last-minute texts, and posting goofy pre-gig photos to AAA Backstage’s Instagram as part of their ‘A Day in the Life…’ project. (Hint: If you want pictures of shoes and hotdogs, you want us running your Instagram.)

If you play a good show, you deserve a hotdog

If you play a good show, you deserve a hotdog

Smooth lads Dane Adamo and the Hunted were first to grace the kick-ass big stage (as opposed to the modest-ass foyer stage) at the New Globe Theatre. We listened thoughtfully, sipping sophisticated drinks (probably beer), and pretending like it was no big deal that it was our turn next. The crowd swelled, the set finished, and then we were up.

Game view: Rockstar

Game view: Rockstar

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Vintage Jimmy

 

This gig marked the official launch of our Hybrid EP, and its first hard-copy appearance in public. In fact, we have such a limited number of this EP that we are selling them exclusively at shows until the end of our tour. So, you won’t be able to nab a sneaky copy from your favourite band member until the end of October (if there are even any left). I guess what I’m saying is: get your buns to a show!

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The Elm collection

Mmm, buns. But I digress…

The Brisbane show was exciting and important for another reason, too. Our good friends (and the other band in our bitter custody dispute for Jimmy and Lordy), The Ride, came out of musical hibernation to headline the show and totally blow everyone’s freaking minds. Although they refused my request to play a certain song whose themes centre around a dalliance with a male parent, I have to admit that their set was tighter than your mum’s skirt. (Boom!)

You’ll hear from us (well, two of us—the pretty ones) again after our Sydney show tonight. If you’re in town, you should absolutely come to the Petersham Bowling Club from 7pm for Porch Light Sessions with The Button Collective, us, and Direwolf. We play at 8:30pm. I hear there is booze and pizza.

If you can’t make it to the show, you should grab a digital copy of Hybrid here 😉

 

Elm Crew xx