New Look

So.....

What do you think? No, I didn't get a haircut. And you can't see my hair anyway (you would run screaming if you did, my hair is rather dishevelled, and not in a sexy way.

Kinda like this lady

I feel rather pleased with myself as I finally managed to update the layout of this blog to make it look a bit more professional and not so amateurish. I hope I succeeded.

These pictures on this blog were taken by the magnificent Kelsie Trainor, at Signal Hill Lookout in Dunedin. It was supposed to be romantic with the sun setting, but the rain ruined that little plan. Stupid rain! Anyway, we got some cool shots, and some people came up to us and said 'Are you a band?', because we were running around jumping off things and posing in a silly/sexual fashion.

We stated that in fact, we are a band. 'We are Honeybone' we said, with our chests jutted out majestically. They hadn't heard of us. But then one guy remembered he had seen our name on a poster for 'Something about thunder?'

He was talking about Thunderfest. And what a gig that was!

It was in the warehouse space of a flat my good friend Feather lives in, called 'The Box Fort', on Carroll Street. Feather and her flatmates like to put on lots of fun activities, performances and workshops, check them out!. We were playing with two other bands, the legendary Kitten Suprise and Jack Spade and the Dusty Souls, who hail from Christchurch. I had expected it to be rugged and rough, but when we turned up to drop off our amps before din dins, the boys from Jack Spade had the mean set up, korg keyboard, a medium sized PA with foldbacks and all sorts of other treats.

Kitten Suprise played first, and then the Foxy Rockettes Burlesque did some sexual Garth Algar dancing to 'Foxy Lady' by Hendrix. The group, that night, comprised of myself, Kelsie Trainor (twin sis) and Feather (mentioned above). 

Flannel Glory

We had heaps of fun, and we're pretty sure the crowd enjoyed it! After Foxys, Jack Spade and the Dusty Souls played. They played and played. They were really cool, their fashion sense was awesome and so was their music. Unfortunately at the end of their set we were issued with a Noise Control complaint from a disgruntled neighbour.

I imagine them to look like this guy

The complaint had the wrong address on it, so we were like 'Meh'. Honeybone went on, and we were about halfway into our set when the wee noise control officer came back. We figured we had another warning before they take stuff, so we kept playing. We heard their were cops outside, so we paused until Feather gave the all clear. This was not the case however, and the cops came to help the wee officer guy take our amps. 

They took Drew's Drewberry Amp and Peter's bass head. Not cabs or drums or PA. We could have kept making noise, but we didn't. I raised the issue of the mistaken address on the first warning to one of the police guys, and he agressively asked me: 'ARE YOU TRYING TO ARGUE WITH ME??!!!'

He looked kinda like this guy

I couldn't believe it, he must have been having a bad night because I was polite as a peach. I ran away after that after squeaking 'No' to him. I did not want this guy to pick a fight with me, so I left it alone. Probably one of my more smarter decisions I would think. 

Anyway, heaps of people gave us donations to pay the fees to get our stuff back, luckily I know a guy on the DCC and he got our amps back for FREE. Totes Amaze. 

So yeah, if you gave us money to get our amps back, you can have it back.

Peace xxx