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We were halfway through recording High Side Of Town when Jarrod hit me with some news.

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"I've got to tell you something."

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In the milliseconds before he said it, my mind raced—was he leaving the band? Moving away? Heading off to travel the world?

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Nope. It was much bigger than that.

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He and his partner, Morgan, were having a baby!

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We hugged. Then I told him that my partner, Maddy, and I were also expecting.

We hugged again.

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Once the congratulations were out of the way, a few seconds passed before I threw out an idea: "We should go on tour before the babies arrive."

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And that was it.

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Saying we wanted to tour was one thing—actually making it happen was another.

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Our first move? Data.

 

We pulled numbers from Spotify to see where people were actually listening to our music. Then we looked at CD sales to back it up.

 

After a couple of hours buried in paperwork, we narrowed it down—Newcastle, Sydney, Canberra, and Melbourne looked like our best bets.

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The next few days were filled with phone calls to venues.

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"You need a bigger following to book here."

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"We only take bands with XXXX amount of followers and listeners."

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"You guys might be a little too heavy for our venue."

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But finally, we locked in four shows:

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The Hamilton Station Hotel (Newcastle)The Lord Gladstone (Sydney)The Basement (Canberra) and The Tote (Melbourne)​

 

With dates and sound engineers sorted, the tour was officially booked!

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Newcastle was the first show and our first time playing outside the Central Coast and Sydney. It was the real test—were people actually listening to us beyond our usual spots?

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FIST and Long Distance warmed up the crowd before we hit the stage just after 9:30 PM on Friday night. Playing to a new audience on the first night of our tour was unreal.

 

We even tested out a couple of brand-new songs—Oscar Bravo and Blame It On Me—for the first time.

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The rest of the night? A bit of a blur after I agreed to a mid-set shot of Southern Comfort. No regrets.

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The next night, we hit The Lord Gladstone in Sydney.

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To this day, it’s still one of the best gigs we’ve played. We were packed into the downstairs corner bar, and it was standing room only—the place was absolutely chockers.

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Blake Cateris opened with his smooth acoustic tunes, then FLORA pumped the crowd up with their high-energy rock set.

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It was a proper DIY setup, which suited us perfectly—it felt like one of our rehearsals back home, just with way more people.

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And for the first time ever, random strangers showed up just to see us. They’d either bought a CD before or found us on a streaming platform. That was a surreal moment.

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Before booking Canberra, I was warned to keep my expectations in check—not because of the city or the venue, but because we were still a relatively unknown band.

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We made the three-and-a-half-hour drive to the capital, not knowing what to expect. Would anyone show up at all?

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We set up, sound-checked, grabbed some food, and knocked back a couple of anxious beers.

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Parrots With Piercings opened the night and absolutely crushed it. For a duo, they make a lot of noise!

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Then we hit the stage—and to our surprise, we were playing to a full room. Phew.

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We blasted through the set, got the crowd involved, and celebrated with another drink. But with a seven-hour drive to Melbourne the next day, we kept it tame and tried to get some rest.

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There’s no place like Melbourne. It’s a city where I always feel relaxed and welcome—arty, colorful, and deeply rooted in the punk scene.

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After a mad dash through Victoria, we arrived at The Tote less than an hour before showtime.

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We linked up with the legends from Outtaspite, who were stoked to be playing the corner bar with us.

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This was the last show of the tour, so we made it count—we announced the name of our debut album, played a couple of new tracks, and wrapped up the night in style.

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After packing up, we celebrated with dumplings and beers.

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We spent 22 hours in the car that weekend.

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By the end, we were tired, a little hungover, and running on fumes. But we’d done it—we’d finished our first-ever tour.

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And we can’t wait to do it all over again.

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