As the band was setting up, Johnny’s manager arrived and, handing out sheet music and a running list, said there would be no rehearsals or sound check.
The lyrics of Rattlin’ Bones were apocalyptic and disorienting but somehow strangely comforting after our deeply personal experiences of the Black Saturday fires.
The Black Saturday bushfires in Victoria, Australia on 7 February 2009 killed 174 people. These four stories include two by Stephen Andrew, who survived that day.
Andrea Gillum Melbourne Cricket Ground, Saturday, March 14, 2009 We streamed into the MCG that day as strangers from our own streets and towns. We left there, sodden and knackered, but together.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, March 2009 Windows open, I ramp up the volume and feel an intensity in the band’s playing that suddenly seems new to me. This opening of my senses is one of the unexpected gifts of the bushfires.
Sam Lawry Kinglake, winter, 2008 And then we were in Kinglake. It was beautiful. The roads followed the hills, through the trees. It was such an achingly typical Australian bush landscape.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, 2 April 2009 Inside the music I am offered something like the grace I am going to need if I am to rise again tomorrow and face the fire-blackened landscape of my town.