![]() But the image that stuck in my head was a contortionist doing naughty things to himself. Under the disc was an image of the California coast disappearing into the sea. There was the box with the flames around it that flickered at different angles and the “third eye” with the two pupils that move. The images moved when seen from different angles. The artwork was really cool for the album. Tony asked my dad if he could show me the CD cover for Ænima and then did so once he’d obtained permission. It was a few years before I made the connection that HLAH and Head Like a Hole were one in the same.) And Tool. Often he would say “Hey Joseph, you may want to skip this track – it’s a bit rude!” I remember him selecting Shihad, Rolling Stones, HLAH (Tony loved HLAH. He would control the party playlist, handing me a CD and telling me to put in on. He would bring his little chilly bin containing bottles of vodka and mixers, and a supermarket bag full of CDs. ![]() So when we had our barbecues Tony always came. Every time a song would play Tony would quiz me about the band name and song title, and would feed me bits of trivia about the band. For the most part we listened to The Rock, but sometimes Tony would put on Solid Gold to mix it up, much to our horror. I used to help out on the construction sites during school holidays and Tony controlled the worksite radio. He treated me with respect and had taken it upon himself to educate me in the way of music. He was a Wellington bogan from way back who had been there when Shihad and Head Like a Hole were starting out. He had been a lithographer before he decided to switch to building and he’d also had a background in the military. Anyway, regardless of my mother’s questionable history, that stereo pumped out some serious volume.ĭad had a worker called Tony at the time. How did my gentle mother, the social worker who runs the women’s church group and does sewing in her spare time, come to acquire such a kickass stereo? And, to make it even more intriguing, we discovered some old Kiss and Led Zepplin cassettes that belonged to her. My mum had owned it since well before I was born and it has always made me wonder about her past. But for the sake of this story, I’m going to move on from the live bands to focus on our stereo that provided the music for most of the other barbecues. We were told that the music was loud enough that it disrupted Saturday evening mass at the local church a block away. As you can imagine, I thought it was pretty damn cool to say that my band headlined a gig atop the roof of my house. When I was 17, my Dad and I built a stage on our roof to host some live bands. ![]() And more sausages, chops, steaks, salads, chips and dips than anyone could handle.Īnd the music. The wheelbarrows were full of ice and there was any drink you could care to name. There would be kids swinging on the climbing frame and kicking balls at their parents, young children tormenting our dog, the blokes would stand ‘round the BBQ talking crap and the ladies would sit around in deck chairs catching up on the latest gossip and telling embarrassing stories about their children. ![]() Our parents would decide on a date and then we would invite all our friends. We had a big two-story villa with a generous backyard to match. When I lived at home my family used to throw the best barbecues over summer. ![]()
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