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hwpThat was unreal.
Yeah, it was nice.
Nice? But you were calling out my name.
You were banging my head into
the headboard and singing. It hurt.
- Why didnt you say something?
- I just wanted you to finish.
Oh, this isnt right!
Well, did you at least... you know...?
No, Freddy, I didnt come.
Look, dont worry about it, OK?
- Oh, for Christs sake!
- Pay attention! You might learn something.
I hated music at first. Seriously.
No! I dont want to!
But my parents were determined.
I mean, they really tried, man.
No, no, no, stop! How many times...?
After the banjo, the trumpet, the piccolo
and the accordion, guess what came next.
Go on, guess.
Summer of 85.
First time Id been in a record shop.
I was with my date. OK, baby-sitter.
That was the moment
the lights just blazed on.
That was the day I knew
I was destined to be a rock star.
Unfortunately, I was a generation late.
By the time I was ready,
live music in Sydney was flatlining.
Bands were getting elbowed out
of pubs and clubs by pretty-boy DJs
and the worst plague
to hit Australia since the cane toad:
Pokies.
Why people sat there fitting their weeks
wages down a slot was anyones guess.
Profits ruled.
Live music just couldnt compete.
It was now up to the labels to make sure
we had cutting-edge artistes to choose from.
Ive been waiting for this.
Her last album was great.
Have you heard "Scent of my Love"?
I love that song.
I had a band. We rocked hard.
Well, we wouldve.
After a year of rehearsing,
all we needed was a gig,
but that was proving pretty tough.
Then one day, just like on an MTV special...
- Shaws Records.
- Freddy, its Bruno.
Bruno, how are you?
- Gig? Yeah, right, mate. Its not my birthday.
- No bullshit. Its for real.
- You serious?
- Yeah.
Yeah! Bruno, you rock!
The guys are gonna be stoked!
One phone call. One gig.
It can change your whole life. Destiny, man.
Oi! You!
- We should open with that song, definitely.
- No, its a better closer.
Hook em with the ballad,
then jerk off with the arty shit.
- Its not arty shit, Bruno.
- Its just an expression, you big...
Guys! Guys!
Take it easy.
Weve finally got a gig, right?
Oh, Jesus, a gig. My hands are shaking.
Ah. Flop sweat.
A little something to soothe those nerves?
Mm, let me think.
And how do they rate next to rat poison?
I give them a 6.8 on the Luce-o-meter.
A nice, level high.
- Oh, really?
- Brunes, you did the gig guide, right?
Does the Queen wipe her own arse?
Everyone and their dogs
gonna be there tomorrow night. Relax.
When Im finished,
youll be headlining Homebake!
All right! Lets do it again. Count us in, Luce.
One, two, three, four!
- Not again!
- Fuck.
Brunos onto it.
Oi! Grandpa! You do that one more time,
Ill plug in your walker,
and a thousand volts will sizzle
the scraggly white hairs on your balls!
- Dickhead.
- Good one, Brunes.
Are... you... ready?
- Dad.
- Yeah.
That was pretty bloody pathetic.
Are... you... ready?
- Yeah!
- Dad, please.
Suck more piss! All right!
First gig! I remember our first gig
with the Boomawangs, back in seventy...
- Six.
- 76. The singer got hit with a beer bottle.
A chunk of glass went right in his eyeball.
And he kept...
- Kept on singing.
- Kate!
- Katie!
- Got my eye on you, baby!
- Isnt that how you got the pirate thing?
- Yeah, yeah. Career-maker that bastard was.
- Found this in the second-hand bin.
- KISS and Make Up.
- Gee, thanks, Kate.
- So, are you guys psyched or what?
Yeah!
Oh, my God!
Arent you, like, with that band?
You must have me
confused with someone else.
- Bruno! You pig. Thats heavy. I wouldnt.
- Yeah?
I could bench-press your arse
no strain, drummer boy.
Hey, that killer opener youre having
trouble with? Ive some ideas for the lyric.
Whos a pig now, eh?
Oh, Brunes!
Wait, wait. Dont say anything yet.
Anything to say
to people watching at home?
I am Luscious Lucy.
Let the snare bite and the high-hat hiss,
for I am the best drummer in the world!
- Youre not, Luce.
- So Tan, how we feelin?
- I think Im gonna be sick.
- All right. All right.
- Freddy.
- Yo.
- How are those vocal chords, man?
- Strong, smooth and ready to rumble!
- So, youre feelin pretty good then?
- Yeah.
Its what its all about, man.
Were gonna remember this night for ever.
All right. Were gonna
take a break, so nobody leave.
Tan, youre pushin too hard.
Youre anticipating the crash.
What Im anticipating is
my bass wrapped round your head.
What?
As manager of a band who are supposed
to play tonight, Im entitled to free drinks!
Mate, your bands name aint on my list.
In-A-Pinch Management?
Freddy, where the hell are you?
Im at the Duke of York.
Where the hell do you think I am?
The Duke of Clarence? Im fucking
positive it was the Duke of York.
- It was the Clarence, you fucking idiot!
- Im goin into a tunnel.
Hey, Brune. When do we start?
- That idiot is sacked.
- We were just managed up shit creek.
- Lets go to a real pub, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Coming, arent you?
- Im not really up for it.
Joe! Jesus, one drink.
You havent talked to me all night.
Ill catch y