Northern Harvest Band | Public figure
Northern Harvest Band
Phone: +61 417 817 233
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25.01.2022 Late night test of portable recorder. Candid sample during a rehearsal. Band a little "tired and emotional" by this stage but not a bad recording for a hand held device just placed somewhere in the middle of the room.
09.01.2022 After a two year break, Northern Harvest are returning to the St Kilda Boat Club for their Christmas show. We will have to brush-up on the Fielding and Dyer song The Whale. The boat club is the only place where that song is ever requested. Get into your Gatsby gear and join us.
09.01.2022 A bit late but apparently there are some tickets left. Good cause, good food, great entertainment.
08.01.2022 Back in 1974 my brother Robert and I travelled from Adelaide to the Gulf of Carpentaria and across Western Queensland and NSW on what turned out to be a cracking outback adventure full of memorable characters and events. In Birdsville we were recruited to play for that town in a cricket match at Bedourie, the next town North. We arrived at the Bedourie pub in time to see a guitar player sliding off his seat. The musician was too substantial to save but I rescued the guitar ...as it fell. Later while idly plucking the guitar I noticed beers appearing in front of my brother and me. We could not pay for a single drink, meal or for accommodation for the entire weekend. This was my first professional gig. The cricket match was a laid-back affair with each of the fielding side holding a beer in one hand until a new bowler thundered out of the scrub and heaved a ball that nobody saw until it crashed into the trees at the batsman’s end. The batsmen called for pads and boxes and the keeper moved back about 50 metres. Some fool was taking this game seriously! Returning from the Boulia Camel Cup this week I dropped into the Bedourie Pub for the first time in 43 years. I got talking to Jim, the publican, about my previous visit. It turns out that the Demon Bowler was Jim. Furthermore, it was Jim’s guitar that I was playing back then. He thanked me for saving it from the inebriated troubadour. Even more incredible, Jim went into another room and returned WITH THE SAME GUITAR! Jim and I (but probably not the other patrons) enjoyed an impromptu jam on the old guitar and, once again, I scored free accommodation. What a buzz! That part of the outback today is a bitumen-sealed, tourist-filled, caravan-crammed disappointment but the visit to the Bedourie pub made it all worth while. The picture shows Jim & me at the Bedourie Hotel with the venerable guitar.
