Recent News and Plans

We have had two shows this year. The first was a spoken word event at Higher Ground last Friday, and the second was a Central Market show  last night with Jeremy P. on accordion and whistle. I’ll put up vids and photos sometime.

Plans to do more stuff have been stifled by extreme business on both our parts, and also, I’m moving to Papua New Guinea in July, so, Luker and Southern is going to be on the back-burner for a while, like, three years. We might do another market show before I go, and then shows when I come back for visits.  WE’ll see.

So that’s what’s going on.



L&S play Celtica

We played the CELTICA Music Festival at the Port Adelaide Wharf on December 5th 2010. It was 40 degrees. A kilt is a surprisingly good option in this weather.

The show was good. At one point the police patrol boat drove over and listened to us.

Here is a photo of me from Emma’s camera, looking kinda cool, but also a little haggard, like Dr Cox from Scrubs.

Little Hefty Runs The Gauntlet

We did a show on Friday night at the Queen’s Arms on Wright Street. (The old pub used to be called the Old Queen’s Arms, but then they renovated.)

Anyway it is, as one Mr Dylan Woolcock noted, something of a “gauntlet”. They have a front bar,  a games area, a pokies bar, a meals area, and as the fifth finger on the glove, a band room, which I did not previously know was there. It’s not too bad a space at all. I’d to pack it out, someday.

One of the characters playing before us was a guy called Little Hefty, who I had not previously heard of but who sounds a bit like Jack Johnson vs Bob Marley and has the same kind of “laid back beach funk” vibe as Johnson. I enjoyed listening to this guy, who can sing better than most. His quieter, finger picky numbers appealed to me more than the funkier stuff but generally it was all worth seeing.

Try his Myspace and watch the vids, looks like they are from a gig at the Wheatsheaf. The last one is the best.

SCALA, November 18

Jet Ward was in town for a gig at the Wheatsheaf on Saturday, and some beardy character decided to organise another show for her on Thursday, the day of her arrival. We got asked to play the final slot in the resulting SCALA night, and said why yes of course anything to get people to listen to us for a friend.

SCALA has been at many venues over the years, but the current one is pretty good. SCALA is now at “Higher Ground” which is in the building of the old “Night Train” theater restaurant on Light Square. Do you know in the twenty years I have lived in Adelaide I never actually got around to going to the Night Train? Or, jumping off the Morphett Street bridge into oncoming traffic? Or, drinking bleach? Time just slips through your fingers doesn’t it?

Anyway we did a “banjo only” show which meant that seeing as we only did ten songs I decided to only bring one instrument. The crowd was generally appreciative and it was a good set up for our upcoming gigs in December.

You say you’ve not heard of SCALA? What do you think the name means?



The Folk Centre

Our CD (self titled) was launched on October 9th 2010, at the Folk Centre, which is on George Street in Thebarton.

You know that funny old-looking place on the corner of South Road and George St, just north of the Henley Beach Road junction, that you always drive past and wonder what it is? Well, that’s not the Folk Centre. That’s actually some church building. The Folk Centre is the building next door that looks like  an old RSL hall.

Basically playing there goes like this:

You arrive at sunset, and park in the spot reserved for the Rector, and then you go in the hall and the sound guy is already there setting up, and you say hello to him and he seems nice.

Then you muck around for a while with hard plastic chairs and old style trestle tables and you try to estimate how many people are going to show up, and you notice how big the place actually is, and you try not to imagine it full of line dancers.

Then you talk to the lady on the door who has one of those old fashioned cash register boxes with numbers on dials, and a grey plastic “ka ching” handle, and a float of two shillings sixpence in case a lot of people come.

Then you stand around for a bit looking at all the names of the past presidents of the SA Folk Federation, random banners from lots of community organizations, posters of famous people from Ireland who have also played here, etc, and those little pennants that tell you who came third in the local darts tournament in 1967.

Then, a couple of old people show up and ask you when the Bingo game starts and you have to tell them that it isn’t a Bingo night, it’s a folk concert. They seem not to mind.

Then more people show up, and you play. The stage is large and the sound is good and people sit quietly drinking wine and listening to you.

Then, they all leave, and you are left to pack up all the trestle tables again.

That’s how it goes.

(OK some of that isn’t true. Especially the part about packing up the trestle tables. The staff did that.)

We sold some CDs but there’s a few left. Check out the CD sample page.

The Wine Incident

Wheatsheaf Hotel, August 27, and our first major gig. We were pretty good, I think. I love the Wheatty too. All fireplaces and tasty beer and polished floors and they know how to look after you right.

So, we’re in the middle of a slow number with me supporting Em with quiet plinking on the banjo and there’s this weird “splash” noise in front of us, and we both think that somehow the ceiling has sprung a leak and water is gushing down onto the floor.

The noise stopped so we kept playing, and wondered what the hell just happened (because we couldn’t really see).

Later, friends told us the following account:

One of the families that were there to see the other band (The Heggarties) were sitting right up front and talking, which can be a little rude, but isn’t out of keeping with what happens at that venue pretty often. They were approached by a couple of women who wanted them to shut up because they liked our playing, and the family said no, because they weren’t the only ones talking.

The next think anyone knows one of the women has grabbed the family’s bottle of wine, poured it all over the floor in a giant cascade and then stormed out, leaving the family, also, wondering what the hell just happened.

This is the kind of passion we inspire in people. 😉