Doug and I are holed up trying to unpack ready for our grand Driveway Sale, but we meant to go out and Do Things this weekend. Ill­ness pre­vented most of it (sorry espe­cially to Stu who was DJing at Car­ni­vore with Michaela VJing; we really wanted to catch that). 

Anyway, we dragged ourselves out on Sunday regard­less of low-grade fever because we had tickets to Ash Grunwald/The Beau­tiful Girls/Blue King Brown/Cat Empire at the Sidney Myer Music Bowl. There was an enormous queue to start with, so we went down and looked at the tail end of the art market under the Flinders St Bridge, had drinks on the bal­cony at Blue Train over­looking the river, pas­sion­fruit and grapefruit gelato as we walked back to the gar­dens and ran­domly ran into Sylph and Kia who we met last week at Rainbow Ser­pent (won­derful people; Doug has an awe­some por­trait shot he took of Sylph), then rocked out to Blue King Brown. They were awe­some as usual but the real stars were Cat Empire.

They’ve got their mojo back and it’s trebled. Harry seems to have gone and had singing les­sons and now has some num­bers where he sounds like the woman from Juno Reactor. The song they played first for the encore was tribal and unearthly, with deep Juno Reactor “Song for Ancestors” feel to it, a ser­ious shift from the Dean Martin meets klezmer of another new-ish track. Old clas­sics like “The Wine Song” never fail to amuse and they ended on a bril­liant anthemic rendi­tion of “The Chariot”. The high­light, though, has to be “Two Shoes” with guest fla­menco by Richard and Johnny Tedesco from Arte Kanela. Oh. My. God. Richard Tedesco is HOT. Also the woman he danced with. There was another great guest dance troupe doing a black tie comedy dance routine and as usual, Cat Empire key­boardist extraordin­aire, Oliver McGill, did abso­lutely insanely incred­ible things with that key­board, from wild circus music to sev­en­ties funk to lounge and back again. 

As the sun set and I danced with my honey and we chatted to the random guys we’d just met from War­rnam­bool, I just felt trans­ported and safe. Then Doug’s fever kicked in again and my hips started to remind me about the aching thing and reality set in again. But just for a moment there, it was per­fect.