Jamiroquai Dynamite European TourI have joined the gym here and finally got my act together to actually get there and work out a routine to accommodate regular visits – it’s always that first one!  I grabbed a towel to take with me and, funnily enough, it is a swag item from a tour I did.  Jamiroquai ‘Dynamite’, can’t remember what year but it was a blast.  Jay Kay is a an absolute enigma all on his own but combined with the venues we did… wow, what a tour.  Everyone on the tour was fun and vibrant including the band, backing vocalists and security. Read the rest of this entry »

Halloween in Budapest, Cirque Du Soleil, Delirium, 2007It’s a really gross Sunday afternoon in Noosa.  It has been grey all day with off and on rain…  the perfect soup making day.  I have just turned the oven off – the pumpkin and garlic are perfectly roasted, ready to be blitzed with stock and served with fresh housemade croutons.  YUM.

Years ago I was confident in the kitchen but living with and being married to a chef caused me to withdraw as I always felt what I was doing was being analysed.  Probably not the case because when we were on tour with Cirque Du Soleil, I spent 3 months in the kitchen, under Justin’s direction, creating a spectacular array of salads, dips, mezze, roasting veges, making dressings… doing all my own prep, Read the rest of this entry »

Beat the Street Tour BusesWhen someone says that they have read my blog from left to right and top to bottom, I take it to mean that I need to get to work and get some more updates written!  The one thing that has come up in conversation lately is life on the tour buses.  Most tours, we travel on a convoy of custom built tour buses with living areas, bunks, toilets and a small kitchen.  Some tours are all flying due to scheduling and others are a combination of the two.  On the Cher tour we even took a train, with Cher, from Moscow to St Petersburg… a fun journey.

The placement of personnel on the buses is strategically arranged according to department, load in and load out timings. Read the rest of this entry »

Hey, You in the Black T--shirt, Michael ChuggTwo things have inspired me to update my blog today.  The first being a long conversation I had last night with another ex-roadie who was hot on the touring scene in Australia in the 80′s and 90′s.  Names like Billy Thorpe and manager/promoter Michael Chugg, whose book ‘Hey You In The Black T-shirt’ I recently read, were thrown around.  It was a fun conversation – no doubt there will be more to compare stories.

Secondly, as I stepped out this morning to walk the dogs, I was wearing my sleeveless body warmer, an acquisition from one of the Michael Ball tours that we did. Swag was one of the perks of the job, and I have a lot… t-shirts – signed and unsigned, jackets, sweatshirts, hoodies, CD’s, tour ititneraries, bags, books, programmes, a cymbal signed by Pink and a tambourine Read the rest of this entry »

Pink - I'n Not Dead TourThere are a couple of stories that I like to tell in particular due to the way that they show the human side to artists that I have toured with.  You hear and read stories via the media which make artists sound untouchable, inhuman, precious and more but when you have the opportunity to talk with them on a level as basic as food and what they need you really do get to experience a normal human being.

I want to say we were somewhere in Austria.  I have clear memories of the venue and the promoter because noone particularly liked her – she was very difficult to deal with – but I never visited the venue again so I am not entirely sure if it was Austria.  Pink ‘I’m Not Dead’ Tour, 2006.  I was working in the dining room when I noticed that people were coming in, past the security guard, through catering and entering the backstage area with no sign of accreditation. Read the rest of this entry »

Pink's Dragon Tattoo - on her thighYesterday I went and had some tattoos added to my small collection.  People find it surprising that I want to have tattoos and they tend to ask me what made me start in the first place.  Well, it wasn’t just a whim… there is a story behind my ‘ink’.  I was touring with Pink in Europe in 2007 and I had been thinking about getting a tattoo (my first was a pathetic little sun, done with a girlfriend in 1997… we were so brave!)… a real tattoo and I decided that although I would never get a dragon, that the thigh, where Pink wears her most iconic piece, would be the place to do it.  I don’t have legs like hers either but hey, whatever. Read the rest of this entry »

Metropolitan Hotel, Park Lane, LondonThis one is from a loooong time ago, before the road and during my first year in London (1997) when I was lucky enough to secure a job at the then super-chic Metropolitan hotel where the male employees wore Armani and the girls wore Donna Karan.  The in-house bar was the infamous members only Met Bar where all the A-listers went and you couldn’t get a membership unless you were in one of the 4 M’s… movies, media, modelling or music.  The in-house restaurant was Nobu (one third owned by Robert DeNiro) and man, was it busy!  Regulars included Tom and Nicole, Elle MacPherson etc.  It is the only restaurant I have ever been to or worked in that has commis waiters that are not allowed to take orders or make recommendations until they knew the menu inside out. Read the rest of this entry »

Starbucks Coffee MugIt’s quite funny how things happen isn’t it?  This morning I finally remembered to take a travel mug to work at the luscious Tangerine Beach (www.tangerinebeach.com.au), at Noosa Marina (www.noosamarina.com.au), so that I could feel better about not paying for, or having to then dispose of a takeaway cup.  I swear the coffee didn’t taste as good, strangely, but I did feel better for the whole exercise.  Now, this is not just any travel mug.  This is one that we got on the road for Barbra Streisand’s dressing room.  Now, not so much a coffee drinker as a chamomile fan, it was there every single day but I am not sure that it even got used once.  I know the mug even says ‘Starbucks’ but since we don’t have a Starbucks in Noosa, Read the rest of this entry »

London Underground SignAh, I need to finish this chapter…. At Singapore airport I sat and quite literally cried in to a computer keyboard at an internet station as I wrote an email back home to my man.  I thought that leaving Justin was crazy.  My best friend in the world was back in Australia and I was about to embark on a very scary adventure alone. I was emotional and excited all at the same time.

I landed at London Heathrow and caught the ‘tube’ to Paddington station where I was met by the owner of the catering company that I would be working for. Read the rest of this entry »

Noosa Aerial View - Coastal ParadiseI said I would start from the beginning so that’s just what I am going to do.

I was working in Noosa at a restaurant called Jasper, on Hastings St and was given my leave after the busy season had ended come late January.  It was only days later that I was diagnosed with Ross River Fever and a pretty bad case, and that my life became difficult.  My joints seized up and ached constantly, I found it difficult to get out of bed, get in the car, I cried in pain just getting dressed, pretty much anything was a major effort. Read the rest of this entry »