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).
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.
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).
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.
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.
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.