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The Cure for Jet Lag
by Steve Wynn den 22. april 2012 kl. 03:09 ·
And, really, there are many ways to adapt to a new environment and time zone. I've always chosen to just hit the ground running, spit in the face of chemistry and immediately bend to the new reality. We're staying in a neighborhood of Sydney called Surrey Hill on what my pal Robyn Hitchcock would call the "groover's strip," an area filled with cool restaurants, bars and shops. Most of the restaurants in the Top 10 Guide I brought with me seem to be within 3 or 4 blocks. I hope to try them all.

I spent most of the day yesterday walking--making my way over to Darlinghurst and then Central Sydney and doing all I could to stay awake until it was time to head over to Bondi Beach for a birthday party for Maxie, a woman we met in Brooklyn at the Hoodoo Guru's Dave Faulkner's 50th birthday party (ah, the trail of birthday parties), just a few years back. The soiree was at a place called the Iceberg and the Fleshtones had been slated for the evening's entertainment. And, really "Fleshtones" and "Evening's Entertainment" should be synonymous. Also, this gave Linda and I a chance to bum rush the stage for a quick warm up with our bandmates for the trip, Keith Streng and Ken Fox. It was great to play "Tell Me When It's Over," "Boston," "Resolution" and "The Days of Wine and Roses" while watching Peter Zaremba, Brad Shepherd and Dave F line the front row. Eventually, we all engaged in a round robin of Rocking-And-Watching as Linda I took over the front row to see the Hoodoo Gurus rock out the Beatles' "Birthday" before the Fleshtones took over to do what they have been doing for 35 years and better and better with each passing decade and year. What a band!

That's how you cure jet lag. Garage rock, party snacks (sliders stole the show), beer, dancing and hanging with old and new friends. It really works. Or at least it did work until the point when Linda and I both pretty much hit the wall and sadly had to seek refuge in a cab with the last echoes of Super Rock wafting out from the club over the midnight moon shining across the very active waves of Bondi Beach. A hard scene to leave but I think that many more such highlights lie ahead. Our big Sydney festival gig is just a few hours away and sometimes you just gotta close your eyes for a few hours.