I recall those messy, messy late gigs. The crowds were insane and the lines to get in were ridiculous. Endless Jager bombs were brought to the stage by our regular “groupies” for every band member to down mid-song. Our skirts were as short as short could be, there were a few less tattoos among us. Every week, the crowd was wild, bordering on feral.
Ahhh nightclub gigs. I remember those 11pm starts, and 3am finishes. Back when smoking inside was allowed, and even us non-smokers reeked. After a shower at 4am I’d get into bed, ears ringing, and my boyfriend would tell me to go wash my hair. I’d sleep through most of Saturday, ready to do another 11pm start at 3am finish. And I'd sleep through Sunday as well. But I love my job. There’s nothing quite like the adrenalin from being on stage. The voices screaming the lyrics back at you, the public displays of affection, the moshing.... Those were the days.
And it wasn't just the crowd who got up to antics..
We had pre-gig Wii parties, car pooling convoys, and window mooning. The antics continued on stage.. Once, Brad thought he’d cool down by emptying a bottle of water on his head between bass riffs… only it wasn’t water, it was Jacks and coke. Sticky sweet, he fell into his brother Troy’s drum kit… but by-god they kept playing! Kirsty and I, who have been friends since we were 5, had “FLYTE dance moves”. We aren't even sure how they started. The crowd learned them and danced with us, and it became ritual. We used to change the song lyrics to be about/for them… “Open Your Thighs Up” – to the tune of Run to Paradise. (*cough* Lisa..) Trav had spikier hair, and his own Slingshot-turned-FLYTE fanclub - complete with a memorabilia shrine. He played the role of 'Bouncer' on occasion, and I swear, when he breaks a string, he is the fastest guitar swapper in history. I have war wound scars to this day, from the stairs at Bar120, and Kirsty had post-drinking bruises with their own personalities. Endless pairs of shoes were ruined, and many fun times were had. There were a couple of extra band members: Kirsty's alter-ego "Thallleee", and a mascot named Fernado (may his furry battery operated soul rest in peace).
On that note, I'd like to invite each and every one of you who has attended, or thought about attending a FLYTE gig, to come out and drink with us for my last hurrah as a FLYTE member,
on Friday, 13th June, at The Paddington Ale House from 9pm.
There will be singing, there will be dancing... there will be tears...
and definitely copious amounts of hard liquor.
I would love to see you there.
Love, Nat xx
• Aussie Pop/Country Artist • Future friend