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In about August or September of 2007 I was a shattered man. I realised that I would not be able to see ZPZ play at Hamer Hall in Melbourne. I was to be 2 days into an overseas holiday, all booked and payed for. I guess you can't have everything. The bill posters around town, advertising the event, haunted me for months. I felt sure this was a one world tour event, plus the fact that it is such a big commitment for bands to traverse to Australia. I couldn't even bring myself to watch the DVD.
I guess good things come to those who wait. I watched the Zappa blogs and websites continuously, once I found out a 2009 world tour was on its way & back to Australia. I don't know if it was dumb luck or a stroke of genius, but I decided not to use the internet to purchase tickets for this soon to be wonderful occasion. I went to a booking office & at 9am, the lovely lady assisting me with this transaction said, would you like front row, center? Eeeerrrr... Yes!
So for the next couple of months, the bill posters didn't haunt me, they filled me with excitement and anticipation. I started reading all the blogs and reviews of the wonderful event at Hamer Hall and the rest of Oz. I watched all the clips and media I could find.
The big night came and we rocketed down to St.Kilda to take up our front row seats. I was nervous, being so close, I was thinking about all the songs I wanted to hear, but as soon as the band started playing, I realised, it did not matter, they could have played anything. The beautiful sound filled the grand old theatre and it was totally sublime. I'm not sure if my 14 year old son (who is pretty handy on the guitar), sitting beside me, was scared half to death, or on cloud nine, by what he was witnessing. I suspect a combination of both. I was completely blown away by every aspect of the performance. I guess it was disappointing that Ray White could not be with us, but the band did an amazing job, picking up the vocal duties. Again it did not matter, the band as they were on this night, could do no wrong. Two sets and an encore later, I felt relieved and euphoric, but still wanting more. The band gave more, they took a bow then signed autographs and spoke to fans. I pushed my son up to say thank you and shake Dweezils hand. Dweezil beat him to it. My son still hasn't washed his hands.
You could tell leaving the theatre, the smiles on all the faces, we had witnessed something special. The legacy of Franks work is in wonderful hands. He must be very proud.
Thank you to Dweezil & the band, come back to Oz soon...
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