The GMCCSC is born

Session	Sunday 13 December 2009
Location	Curlies Cafe
INS	Abbidge, Tame, Unwin
Wave height	Sloppy 1 ft
Wind direction	on-shore
Crowd	5
Rabbometre	0 stars
Water temp	21
Incidents	Establishment of GMCCSC, Tames T-Bone
Other

Having safely returned to the year 2009, having been transported back to 1986 the previous night to see an astoundingly good performance by the Butchers, a few hardy swollen souls assembled above the dunes at Mid Curly. But more on that later.

Saturday night, 12 December 1986 was a night to remember. The Butchers transported those lucky enough to attend back to a time when you scrubbed up, hooked into a few tins, and shouted above the cacophanous din as a screaming entendre belted out some energtic foot stompin classics. A time when plaster cracked walls, council clean-up furniture, and foot sticking carpet hosted bands of international repute under alternate monikers to surprise those in attendance with a night not forgotten, whilst they tuned up for their big touring shows at far more grandiose impersonal venues like the Empty Container. Think Midnight Oil playing as the Ghostwriters at the Royal Antler. Yes, the Butchers surprised us all. We thought we were there merely to see a bunch of Beaches lads who we all new in some form or other to perform for their first time in a band monikered ‘The Racket’. Surprisingly the lads presented a tight unit, playing off each other and keeping the crowd abuzz. Their originals even exceeded the covers. Even the support acts – a rambling step-forward of odds and sods produced some great music. For mine I thoroughly enjoyed the lad who stepped up with harmonica expecting him to belt out Dylan’s Hurricane but launching into an incredibly well put together Neil Young meddley, almost getting through the entire ‘Live Rust” performance.

Back to 2009.

The swollen souls cast their eyes assunder…..Nada surf….must be summer with Xmas approaching.

But. With great fanfare and having been inspired by the antics of Abbidge and Etkin a few weeks prior, the GMCCSC was formed. The charter of the GMCCSC enshrines it’s doctrine. That is, if one finds oneself presented with nada surf, one must strip down to one’s nylon sheath, be it sagging around the fruit bowl, hanging below the back seat as though pouched and carrying foreign matter, startlingly bright and shiny, or dissapearing from view in the bike rack out the back, one must frolic with abandon in the merry seas before heading off for coffee.

And so it was that Abbidge, Unwin, and most particularly Tame in an Oxford Street T-Bone purchased from Vinnies after the 2003 Mardi Gras enjoyed a quick dip before a coffee at Curlies cafe.

Footnote: The Butchers name is steeped in folklore. It is reported that early members of the ensemble would congregate at the back of the butchers shop perched on milk crates and swilling cans whilst the missuss believed the lads out hunting for chops to throw on the table. As time passed various assembled butchers would bring along an instrument to help wash down the amber and assist in the telling of tales. As the intent and purpose of the ensemble grew from those small-time beginnings, the lads realised that not only was the union annointed at the back of the butchers, but that their musical treatment was aligned to butchering that which had gone before.