Now I’m not talking about some far off, starving Africans or even that drunken guy with an overloaded trolley, bummin’ smokes on the Frankston line. I’m referring to our future prime ministers, doctors, lawyers, taxidermists, teachers and (arguably) thespians.
Recently I found myself working at The Spiegeltent, which was in town as part of Brisbane Festival, a cultural and arts festival that takes over the city for the month of September. The act that was billed to play that night was The Basics, a three piece, harmony driven, 60’s pop sounding band. Sounds innocent enough right?