25-29 August 1985 JFK in Virginia
The 25th August 1985 was a Sunday. Sleepings in; long breakfasts; visits from Gerry Cleary and a surprise phone call from Larry Ponting with comps to see Do-Re-Mi and John Kennedy's Love Gone Wrong at the far-flung Homestead Hotel.
The far-flung Homestead Hotel was at Virginia and featured a very large Southern Cross windmill, pumping Bundaberg Rum I suspect, and a far-flung suburban clientele that made our party of fey, inner urbanites a tiny bit afraid. Pip, John Caskey and I braved the wilds of Virginia having been firm admirers of Do-Re-Mi and Pip and I having been big in the John Francis Kennedy scene.
I have always remembered an incident that occurred between the bands - a local lad, GF in tow, approached John Caskey and asked him to keep an eye on his girlfriend while he had a piss. Caskey as I recall stood wide-eyed and disbelieving with the girlfriend standing meekly beside him until old mate returned and they disappeared into the crowd. I wonder if Virginia has changed? Deb Conway copped a fair amount of flack for the unforgivable outer suburban sin of unshaven armpits, but the gig was fine and the bands were good and due to impeccable hotel management, we were home by 10:30pm (Sunday night, remember.) As a side note Mental as Anything played a free gig in Albert Park that afternoon.
Monday brought it's usual La Bamba meeting, this time blessedly short and fuelled by Gambaro's fish and chips. There was a Conway Christ production meeting, but most importantly I purchased a pair of leather boots for $30.
Tuesday brought no new boots and a La Boîte Council meeting to discuss the 'whys' of going youth. Laura McKew collected me, then Magerite Bonin from Rosalie and took us to Eagle Junction and the home of Helen Routh for the discussion which apparently took until 11pm before I wrangled a lift back to the City with Lenny Johnson.
Wednesday brought the beginnings of greatness. After an early start to the day having a muffler fitted to Pip's car at Stones Corner and the work-a-day world of the USC, it was home to put pen to paper for the first time on the script of Conway Christ Redneck Superstar. Of course it was a late night.
Thursday brought Anne Jones and I to Buranda to do the shopping. It also bought us a video of Spielberg's, 1941 and a yummy home cooked meal.