Captain's Log, Phase Four! Boho Balls 1 and 2...

Thunderbolt rock - Horse thieves that eat the rich

Personnel - Ruin, Wazza, Scurve, we say farewell to Bee, and welcome on board Tour Buddy AMY!

Toto, we're not in Queensland any more...

We left Brisbane the day after our show, a little later than we had intended. Due to a double booking, we had three days to get from Brisbane to Bathurst, a 1,000+ km trip. We hit the road around 1.30pm, and it promptly started raining. This was an appropriate start to this leg of the trip, because as we dropped down across the queensland border and into northern New South Wales, my premature fantasy of the best summer ever starting this early in the year were quickly throttled by the grip of a cold windy hand. The second morning i started off in a vest and an open face helmet, but by the time we reached Armidale and Thunderbolt Rock, as you can see from the photo above, it had hit the "testicles disappearing into stomach" sort of wind chill that makes motorcycling necessarily a passion and not just hobby.

Thunderbolt Rock - a massive outcropping stone that now lies next to a tarmac highway, but once was the hiding spot for the early bushranger Thunderbolt himself, where he would lay in wait for the riches of the carriages and coaches passing through. He was known as a fine choice of horse flesh, and was said to always have the fastest horse in the district - to outrun the cops of course!

The bottom of the rock is covered in many layers of interesting graffiti dedicated to this outlaw, so we added a few notes of our own - EAT THE RICH!


Day three saw us still a looong way from Bathurst, so we had one of the earliest morning departures on the tour so far - 10.30! Holy hell! We tore along some mean backroads, and ended up in Bathurst by late afternoon, ready to join up with the Bohemian Masquerade Ball! This mini music festival is the brainchild of our good friend Si, and on their first national tour, he has lined up an impressive array of dates in heaps of cool small towns. They've also got a great media team on board, and you can check out updated webisode's each week, as well as incredible photos at - http://thebohoball.tumblr.com/

Bathurst itself was pretty ordinary - i'm not quite sure what i expected from a town that most people know as the home of car racing - particularly on a thursday night. I guess all i know of bathurst is that the Theatre/Media course at the Uni there has produced some really incredible people/performers including Blue Lucine (more on her later).

But we rocked it like the seasoned pro's we're slowly turning into - we gave them one hell of a show, thats for sure. Check out the rock n roll legs on svetlana here!

And Luke also took this great shot below, which perfectly summarizes what it's like trying to fit five people's worth of stuff into a small van and then stay inside it because it's freezing outside...

It's been really great to see all of our friends from Melbourne who are on the Boho tour, especially Blue, Si, Luke, and all the Barons. We even got to catch up with Kira Peru and the Bruise, who are amazing, and in fact are composed from some of the Caravan of Dooom's first band in our first ever show - the Tasty Brains! Gordie Malone, what a hottie!


After Bathurst it was on to Katoomba, city of the stars... well not really. Freaking cold. But beautiful architecture and art deco design everywhere, and awesome coffee which was cool. The Hotel Gearin played host to the Hotel Gearin for a packed out Friday night of dancing, singing and... mousetraps on penises?

Ever since i started doing the mousetrap on the tongue stunt, i've always wondered whether it could be stepped up a notch - or rather down, to waist level! I've often joked about it, but tonight in katoomba, Svetlana caught me out - as i mockingly put it down to my crotch then drew it away, Svetlana rode the gasp from the audience into a full blown cricket chant - DOOOOO IIIIIIT! Well i couldn't back down from that. So as far as i know the first mousetrap on penis on stage in katoomba was performed by Caravan of Dooom. And fuck me did it hurt! I was almost out of action, but fortunately Doctor Footlights was on hand to pick me back up again for one of the most cranking shows i think that we've ever pulled off. Shame about the moment when Svetlana seriously alienated the sound dudes and the singer from the Baron;s of Tang by shoving the microphone into her bottom and telling jokes. Mind you, i thought performance art was all about arseholes on microphones?!

Before the Mousetrap...

So - onwards and upwards - our season at Sydney Fringe opens tomorrow night at the Red Rattler, and hopefully it's going to go off like a wednesday night thats been left over from last week! We're hoping to pull a decent crowd to our opening night, and then the weekend should take care of itself. Tell your friends! Anyway, more on Sydney in the next post.

Mad Love from the Future!

RUIN