tales from an ordinary world

2000-06-25

Across the Westgate Bridge, over a sea of lights from the industrial complexes below, and into Yarraville for another Stephen Cummings gig. We came a different way last time, past the places where they store shipping containers and such, but it didn't seem quite so magical then. Eventually, there's this nice little pub amongst the work-oriented landscape. David checked with the girl at the counter to see if Stephen had put his name down for a free ticket, as he usually does. "Oh, you're the internet guy !" she exclaimed.

There was a moment when I looked away from the band, and I thought I saw a green balloon in the air. I blinked, and there was nothing there but a circular cloud of cigarette smoke, slowly floating toward the ceiling. It must be the closest I've been to giving in to hallucination - I saw that balloon.

Afterwards, David chatted to Stephen for a bit, and we left. On the way out, I grabbed a poster for last week's Blackeyed Susans gig that I'd missed. We drove home, through the dark streets of the western suburbs and back onto the Westgate Freeway where there's no shortage of glowing yellow towers hanging over you. Sodium light, baby.