Adrian, the tour manager, doesn't like
a lot of foods. He says he likes simple things. He says he's easily
pleased. He is not easily pleased. Proof of this would be watching
him try to get a toasted cheese sandwich in a traditional greek
restaurant. Nothing sends him in to more of a panic than the words
'No Alterations' printed on a menu. I have started behaving like a
mother; 'Do you just want some bread and olive oil? With a bit of
balsamic? Have you had any vegetables today? No Adrian, chips are not
a suitable vegetable.' Kate takes a more direct approach; 'Just try
it. Try it. Try it. Just try it. Just one mouthful. Try it. Try it.
Try it. Just have one bit. One. Try it. Just try it. Try it. Try it.
Try it.'
He's about thirty five and in addition to being borderline phobic about food he's also lovely and nothing is too much trouble. We watch him charm his way across the country. Everyone is a 'Legend', everything is 'Living the Aussie dream'. He goes to collect our hire car in Adelaide and we stand outside waiting. Through the glass we see him, the view muted, as he tries to solve a mistake the company has made. The two women morph from stern and unobliging harpies in to blushing, giggling girls. You could set your watch by it. I hear him in one hotel, two minutes after we arrive, wandering down the corridor with the receptionist:
He's about thirty five and in addition to being borderline phobic about food he's also lovely and nothing is too much trouble. We watch him charm his way across the country. Everyone is a 'Legend', everything is 'Living the Aussie dream'. He goes to collect our hire car in Adelaide and we stand outside waiting. Through the glass we see him, the view muted, as he tries to solve a mistake the company has made. The two women morph from stern and unobliging harpies in to blushing, giggling girls. You could set your watch by it. I hear him in one hotel, two minutes after we arrive, wandering down the corridor with the receptionist:
'So what are you guys doing in
Mandurah?'
'We're on tour.'
'Awesome.'
'We're on tour.'
'Awesome.'
'Do you want to come?'
'I'd love to!'
'Cool, I'll put you on the guest list.
What's your name? That's a great name. So what do you do for fun in
Mandur......'
Their voices fade in to the distance.
Its like a very mild super power. She's
now following him on Instagram. Adrian had a look at the many
pictures of her and her cat. A cat he reckons looks like 'a total
legend.'
Keir told me a story today.
'I'm at this great Tool gig and they
play their last song of the night and the lead singer says to the
audience; “I want you to think about how you feel right now, that feeling you have. And I want you to remember it. And then I want
you to take it with you, that feeling. Take it with you
tonight, keep it tomorrow. And then keep it the following day, and
the week after that and take it with you in to the next month. Look inside yourself and make that feeling positive.”' Keir
pauses. 'Then the bloke next to me turns and says;
“I'm feeling positive. Positive I
want another beer.”'
I start giggling and Keir has this look
on his face. He has this look quite often. If I had to sum that look
up in a sentence it might go: I try, I really try to be a spiritual
person and to enjoy the little moments, but then life comes along and
kicks those moments in the nuts.
He has funny bones. In my experience
this is only true of people who find the world an entirely
confounding place.
This evening I saw a new side to him.
Kate ordered a desert that had been recommended to us earlier in the
day by one of the Sommeliers at the vineyard. He tried it and it was
so good it actually brought tears to his eyes. Then he had what he
terms as a 'food high', momentarily but utterly suffused with joy.
Adrian had a fancy Pizza with all of the fancy removed, and a portion
of chips. He had the same for lunch. But at lunch they let him watch
them cook it in the wood fired oven outside which made him very
happy. The chef didn't know quite why he was letting Adrian watch him
cook but, like everyone confronted with Adrian, he had been charmed.
After every show Kate comes out and
signs albums, t-shirts, posters and on one occasion, a bald man's
head. I love watching this. There are certain types at every signing.
Here are just a few:
Normal – You were great, please sign
my CD and make it out to (insert name), keep up the good
work.
Nervous laughers – You were amazing sudden high pitched screaming laugh that ends as abruptly as it started Seriously though you were amazing Repeat.
Nervous laughers – You were amazing sudden high pitched screaming laugh that ends as abruptly as it started Seriously though you were amazing Repeat.
Criers – You are such an inspiration
to me brittle smile I just love you blinking furiously
Can I just get a quick picture? Thanks. Is lead away weeping by
embarrassed looking friend.
Pushy Mother's – Go and sit with Kate
and get your picture taken. No mum I'm fine. Go and sit with Kate!
You want your picture taken with her. You said you wanted your
picture taken with her whilst we were queuing now go and have your
picture taken! Cringing child with hunched shoulders makes the
long long walk to the seat beside Kate.
On one excellent occasion a small boy
was getting his cd signed and the mother said to Kate: Danny was
saying to me earlier that when he grows up he wants you to be his
girlfriend.
The boy looked like he wanted to
scratch his own face off “Nooooo mummmm don't say that to her!!!”
Danny will never share another thought with his mother as long as he
lives.
Ambitious Teen –
Ohmygodyou'reliketotallyamazingpleasesignmyalbumandmakeitouttoSarahspelledZARRIAHI'mactuallyasingermyselfandIjustsowanttodowhatyoudolikeforever!
The Slightly Intense Non Blinker –
Hi. Please sign this. And this. And this. And this. And.......this.
Thank you. See you at the next gig.
Sometimes there's The Bereaved too.
People who have lost someone, usually recently, and have played one
of Kate and Keir's songs at the funeral. They come and share their
story and I can't make fun of them. Sometimes it's all I can do not
to have a cry myself.
I want to tell you about Helen, the
Security Guard at the last venue, but its late and we have to set off
early tomorrow on the four hour drive to Mildura and the next show.
We'll leave at ten and find a good coffee place. Keir and Kate and I
will have a long black with milk, mine with one sugar. Adrian will
have a flat white with the chocolate sprinkles. No, not a cappuccino,
that would be a naïve interpretation of his needs, he doesn't like
the froth you see. Its all about 'The Ratio's' apparently. Its okay
though, he'll explain to the barista exactly why he wants a flat
white with chocolate sprinkles as opposed to a traditional cappuccino
and she will listen and she will be charmed and she will put her
heart and soul in to that cup of coffee. That's just how it is.
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