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Sport 32: Summer 2004
Touring
Touring
The Varied and Complex Joys of Travelling with Musicians:
They lie about time. ‘We're leaving at seven-twenty’ (as opposed to seven-thirty, or eight-thirty, or ten o'clock, or even seven-twenty-one) means, we may mosey out of Wellington at elevenish, if we feel like it, though we're going to play a few games of soccer in the carpark behind Herd Street first. This means, since it's Good Friday and we'll be caught in traffic between Waikanae and Paraparaumu alone for a good hour and a half, that they'll miss, by hours, the first Workshop they were going to lead, throwing the organisers of the Jambalaya Festival into a blind panic.
page 120Related conversation between Riki and Lucien:
‘We had to be in the studio by nine-thirty, man.’
‘What's the point of that?… What're you gonna get done before midday anyway?… I don't get out of bed before eleven.’
‘I know, man.’
They cook real nice, though. Jonathan reveals an unexpected Camp Mother persona, lurking in there with Brian de Grane and the Come over dere lunatic. Rather sweetly, he fusses. He will, in fact, interrupt his own monologue in the living room to come and boss you around the table, as you move from dish to dish: No, first you make the bed of rice, and then you arrange the beans, and then the meat, and the greens go like this, and the baked banana you're meant to eat with that—
You're doing dinner all wrong.