i got a job working on the lights

for the first australian production of Hair in kings cross..

my favourite part of the job was turning on the police lights

and sirens in the nude scene at the end of act 1

and as my station was just to the left of the stage

i must admit i enjoyed the view...

my not so favourite but still exciting part was replacing blown bulbs

in the arrays of lamps 60 feet up over the stage

which meant clambering up in semi darkness clutching a replacement

as the show continued far below

and then scurrying back in time for my next cue...

an account of this production

the great Tully played the music for the show

i got to be a member of the tribe and

moved into the garage of a huge mansion in edgecliff

which was one of the tribe houses...

i painted the garage walls and ceiling white

and fitted seagrass matting to cover the concrete floor

and hung a large canvas over the rollerdoor...

i played the incredible string band a lot

and burnt incense constantly

and soon my peaceful retreat

was a popular place for trippers to visit...

one day i found this girl sitting on the gutter crying

cos her boyfriend threw her out

or some such farrago..

i foolishly said she could stay in the garage

for the weekend as i was going away

alas on my return i discovered she had

liquidated all my possessions

and shot the result into her arm

before shooting through...

burnt by a junkie and not

for the last time...

dont get me wrong..

i love taking drugs..

i just dont like it when they start taking me..!