Backstage with Baldy
Perth – March 3rd
People who know me well know that I have a small yet strange list of pet peeves.
Tops among them are cucumbers. I like to refer to the cucumber as the bully of the vegetable world, because (to my sense of taste at least) it takes over and makes whatever it’s a part of taste just like it.
And I can’t stand the taste.
Amazingly, I’ve had people tell me over the years that cucumbers have no taste at all, which is just dangerously incorrect.
Anyway, I didn’t mean to go off on a rant about cucumbers (but I just hate them so stinking much), I meant to go off on a rant about another arch-nemesis of mine; the wind.
A strong wind really works my nerves. It’s like Mother Nature constantly pushing you, and no one likes to be pushed.
I think my disdain for wind came about way back in my youth when I had a staggeringly powerful head of long, beautiful, brown hair.
It was a majestic sight to behold. All clean and shiny and flowing and wonderful.
And then the wind would kick up and blow it all over the place and screw things all up.
My disgust with the wind has endured long since my beautiful hair bit the dust.
So even if you disagree with me about cucumbers (how could you?), I think you can at least recognize my lifelong disdain for wind.
Ironically enough, I enjoy a nice breeze, but that’s a blog for another day.
My point in bringing up the wind is because the last day of Soundwave 2014 in Perth was windy.
The main stage was covered on the top and sides by a thick plastic tarp that broke free at the bottom about 40 minutes before Alice’s set and was whipping about wildly in the heavy winds.
Stage hands eventually managed to get it under control, roll it back, and tie it down, which just allowed the wind to come screaming directly across the stage as the guys were playing.
I was camped out behind Sean taking pictures at one point when I looked up and saw all of the lighting trusses swaying back and forth.
I don’t know if you’ve ever taken the time at a show to look up above the stage and give any kind of serious thought to exactly how much weight is being suspended up there.
I have, and although I don’t know the exact weight, I would estimate it as a shit-load.
Any time I see literally thousands of pounds of lights, speakers, and video screens suspended in the air and swaying roughly in the wind, my inclination is to run out from under them, not to squat behind Sean and film the band playing Man In The Box.
Thankfully nothing broke loose and fell during the show, so the guys ended their set without incident, and with that, our time in Australia came to a close.
Australia is great. The people are nice, the country is beautiful, and it was the perfect place to begin our touring cycle for 2014.
Most importantly for me, it’s the only place I’ve ever been able to find the Queen Mother of all snack items; Cheetohs bacon flavored cheese balls.
That almost makes up for the cucumbers and the wind…