LINDY MORRISON appeared to have had a few drinks and was a little teary. She’d been sitting with friends listening and watching myself and Peter Milton-Walsh at Marrickville’s Django Bar. The music seemed to have taken a toll. “That’s it” she said “I’m never seeing you play ever again. Your songs are far too sad and your bell playing is out of time.” Yikes, oh well.
Amanda informed me Lindy had been at afternoon drinks with a journalist friend so was feeling slightly vulnerable. I took it all in my stride and didn’t believe her for a minute, pfft ...my bell playing is flawless.
The next time I hear from Lindy Morrison is only a few weeks after, she informs me she’ll be at our next show in Canberra. Hmm, not really what I expected. I asked if she’d like to sit in on some songs and so began our musical liaison. We’ve since performed at a sell-out show in Sydney with The Apartments at the Great Club and now brimming with confidence we’re heading to Brisbane in duo mode to play the wonderful Bearded Lady, before shows in Melbourne with the addition of a Triffid in “Evil” Graham Lee and maestro guitarist Shane O’Mara.
Our first show in Melbourne at George Lane has sold-out quickly so a second show has been announced for Sunday afternoon at the same venue. It's a great room if you haven’t been, elegant and of another time. We’ll be playing two long sets, no supports and no tears.
It’s all about LINDY MORRISON.
From my scrapbook … which unfortunately I gave up after a few months.
And an excerpt from my B O O K … 📚
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