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