Loved
The Butterfly Club so much I went back for more... "Baby" the barman made me the club's specialty, a Thai Butterfly. Yum yum!
Last visit I got to draw a semi-naked goddess. This visit, as I wrote in
my column, I had a different experience altogether:
My inner-Isis was happy with this decision, as was I, when we found the Australian music icon Dave Graney on the bill.
I got to meet Dave in the lounge prior to the show, and found him dressed in an army uniform from World War I over the top of a questionable jumpsuit. I didn't know where to look first — at the cutlery on his epaulettes (obviously a catering officer's jacket), or at his knuckle-busting ring that spelled out DAVE. The jumpsuit won in the end.
"What's with the jumpsuit?" I asked. "I don't recall them wearing red stretch denim and four-inch belts in WWI."
"I found some 1976 Playboy magazines in the bin at the back of the club one night," he explained. "They had an article about what we'd be wearing in the year 2000, and this was one of the ideas. So I took it to a dressmaker, and she made this for me. It's actually very comfortable!"
He read a 1976 Playboy for the articles?! Riiiighghghhght. My inner-Isis was beginning to elbow me. Or it might have been my pregnant belly going for a roll, but either way, I wasn't sure if I can trust a man who reads Playboy for the articles. Only time (and another glass of apple juice to see me through the show) would tell.
Anyhoo, the jumpsuit ended up featuring in Dave's mad, genius poetry-cross-personal-story-cross-avant-garde-musical that evening which had me in stitches one minute and in deep wells of compassion the next. What a ride!
Hooo-eeeee, today I am thankful I honoured my intuition adn took this wild flight of fancy to Melbourne :-)
