Playing at two of Adelaide’s most unique and notable live music venues was a conscious choice to set the scene to relive Buckley’s halcyon days.
“We don’t have to spend $160 million to ask a question we already know the answer to (through a costly and divisive plebiscite). We know Australians want this and I’ll be campaigning hard to get the parliament to deliver it.”
I would have a hard time, giving an Academy Award to someone who spent the entire movie spluttering and groaning.
Adam Lambert’s stage presence is a joy to watch; he is a consummate showman with flawless vocal strength and range.
The guys are very keen for you to join them at Jive on Saturday night and celebrate the production of an album they are particularly proud of.
It’s an honest, edgy recording, delivered with fat riffs, tight grooves and a whole lot of soul. Listening to Mara feels like a late night juke-joint with a bourbon in your hand.
Given how much is on and has been on it was a solid die hard crowd that had assembled to see Ohio’s Walk The Moon go through their paces.
This is not either Danny Boyle’s nor Aaron Sorkin’s best work by any stretch – I’ve seen better from both of them.
It’s a two stage festival. Downstairs is beach themed – we’re going to put a lot of sand in the venue and make it look like a beach town. Then upstairs, we have a treehouse with a Lost Boys/Peter Pan theme. It’s like a big cubby house.
My Wild West chronicles a 12 year chapter of Lissie’s life spent in California and indicates a desire for a new adventure.
