September 2008



(On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


Backstage at Kinross Woolshed. (On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


(On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


(On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


(On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


James drove us for one of the creepiest beautifulest steepest drives I’ve ever been on. Major vertigo. (On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


(On Australian tour with Ash Grunwald.)


Ash in a Dusktime mis-en-scene in the Jindabyne/Threadbo area on our way back from snowboarding on Mount Perisher. We’re all four staying in individual cabins on the grounds of the Stationhouse Resort, where tomorrow’s show will be. Each of our rooms has six beds in it, and it’s feeling kind of ‘The Shining’ to me, as it’s the tail end of ski season and we’re among the few people staying up here.


Move over, waterboarding — there’s a new instrument of torture that’s all the rage: first-time snowboarding. I mean, I’m a decent natural athlete with a can-do attitude, but my first snowboarding experience was a humbling affair. Maybe because Ash ‘reckoned’ I should just start at the top of a fairly steep hill and give it a go. Luckily my back-end was well-padded with a week’s worth of Aussie meat pies and roadhouse burgers. Snowboarding’s no substitute for surfing in my book, but I do dig it enough to want to learn to be one with the mountain. Maybe just not anytime soon. Actually, maybe tomorrow. As I write this, it’s 1:30am, and my headcold has become almost comically irrelevant. This trip’s just kind of bizarre.


Ash (Grunwald) and me in a shop in Coomba shopping for snowboarding gear. The boys and I had woken at 7am in our rented house in Goulburn and headed towards the mountains to go snowboarding on our day off. Turns out shopping for gloves and thermals was the easy part.

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