In an unusual setting for a mega-star, Greg Templeton played a sold out loungeroom on Friday night - sold out in terms of the three-seater couch being occupied by three humans with incredibly bad posture and an affinity for an arrowroot.
Spurred on by low-level gambling and photo-sharing from a decidely unattentive crowd, Greg was on fire, and then started playing guitar and singing after shruggig off the health and safety concern of being alight from an errant vegemite-on-toast bread-crumb being incredibly close to the heating vent, which was adjacent to Greg's playing arm.
Pacifier, Colin Hay and Something for Kate were all late cancellations for the gig, with Greg seemingly taking a parting shot at the anti-ominipotent artists non-showing by rendering versions of the song pitch-perfect to the adoring throng of couch-dwellers.
On Waiting For Your Real Life To Begin, Greg smashed the record for the longest holding of a note, since the bottle Lyn Murphy from Fremantle found washed up on the shoreline, that contained a note penned from the fingers of none other than Czar Nicholas III after he allegedly tried to break up with his girlfriend from the New World in a romantic way rather than texting.
All were welcome in the loungeroom at McKean and everyone there believed that MUSIC was the real winner.
JC
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