The Call

It was moving day. I was standing at Hertz van hire in East Gosford when I got a call from an old promoter who used to book shows at The Woodport Inn.

"I've got a gig for ya" Ben said.

"Jimmy Barnes at the Bateau Bay Hotel, you keen?"

"Bloody oath" I said. Opportunities like that are few and far between.

You've never seen a happier guy behind a rental in your life.

Not even the thought of lifting fridges and furniture could dampen my spirits that day.

Until this point, I'd only played shows to my friends and family.