WATRB NEWSLETTER

Will And The Reason Being Newsletter

The great, great, great, great grandson of Genghis Khan is alive and well and is working as a bouncer at the Canobolas Hotel in the Central West of New South Wales.

The clever and informed amongst you will already know that Will & The Reason Being played at the Canobolas Hotel, Main Street Bar on Saturday. And the infinitely tastefull amongst you, the ones that actually went to the gig, will be the ones with the wistful, faraway look that is only bestowed upon the faces of content monks in Tibet and to those who have had their life fulfilled by Will & Glenn’s blissful meanderings, aaah, pass me a cigarette….

Let me first just say this about the Canobolas Hotel. We were kind of afraid that we might not get paid, because let’s face it the place has been through some management turmoil lately. We also heard that only guttersnipe troglodytes & crack whores went there and if we were to play there we might end up as the main course in some weird satanic trailer park ritual.

Ok so I can now gladly tell you that the gig was pretty bloody good. We both had a great time. The crowd was really well behaved…by that I mean everybody got up and danced and nobody ended up with an elbow in their ear or vomit down their dress. Although I did see one punter who was rather distressingly trying to make his point about the state of the world by shouting expletives at, what I thought rather foolishly, Genghis Khan junior . I saw him make three valiant attempts to clarify his point by impaling his face onto Mr Khan’s blurring fists. I think he was upset that there were in fact no guttersnipes or troglodites or crack whores there and he wanted his money back.

Here’s the comic highlight for me.

Glenn starts belting out the old rock dialogue with the crowd “is there anyone from Orange here tonight ?….”

“yeeah woo hoo” the crowd goes wild.

“Orange rocks man….”, insert heavy metal rock hand signal here, “Is there anyone from Molong?”, and so on, “anyone here from…Bathurst…Sydney”

“Yeaaaaah”, “yeaaaay”, “Wooohooo yeaah”

ok now here comes the punchline. “is there anyone from Camaroon ?

To which the crowd is meant to be sort of tickled by the impossibilty of anyone from Cameroon being amongst them.

But of course there was a flash of bright teeth in a far dark corner of the room , “oh yes me ! I am from Camaroon. Hello I am rocking too yes? woo hoo”. To which the crowd responded to by being tickled at the impossibility of someone from Cameroon being amongst them.

Well Saturday night was a great gig but after the gig I well and truly discovered the “glamorous” lifestyle of the rock and roll demigods we have become. After not eating all day and playing the gig till 2am packing up and heading home I headed first to the local service station for some supplies. Firstly when I got there I found the Sunday papers were on sale! Picking them up and getting home I found half a pizza in the fridge so sat there eating cold pizza reading the papers at 4.30am……wouldn’t change it for the world.