The Bronx at the HiFi

…supported by themselves as Mariachi el Bronx, Numbers Radio and Dr El Suavo
The audio of the gig

I was concerned about seeing the Bronx in the Hifi’s terraced room. At gigs there I always find myself perched on the edge of a step, balancing drinks when people push past. Given the Bronx’s ability to whip their audience into a leaping frenzy I foresaw carnage and broken legs; potentially mine.

A night spent in musical foreplay

It’s Saturday night in West End and I am outside ‘The Music Kafe’ about to swallow the musical bait.  I am being lured from the street into the packed bar through the harmonious sound of an electric harmonica, keyboard, drum kit, base and lead guitar all melting together to form a jazz/blues/funk/swing band.

‘Thanks for the cocaine, thanks for the methamphetamine.’

Ah, just another lazy Sunday afternoon. You’d think I was hanging out at the Valley train station……no no, I was at New Farm - one of the richest suburbs in Brisbane, coincidentally right down the street from the Valley.

A Wounded Throsby Serenades Snooty Brizzos…

Husky troubadour Holly Throsby is limping; she’s tripped over her pet and torn some ligaments. She is also precariously balanced on an island surrounded by water and electrical cables, adding an unexpected element of danger to tonight’s gig.

Dancing in the Street

Key lay lay, Kye lay lay, io io key lay lay. What the?

I’ve got no idea – it was an African song and I got the feeling our leader was making it up as he went anyway, “Under the stars oh kye lay lay”.