"There you are, the superstar
Caged and bound, don't they look smashing
With all your camera punk ass flashing"
Brides Of Destruction - Natural Born Killers - 2004
Crue’s Paul Miles kept a tour diary of his travels behind the scenes on
the Brides Of Destruction Australian tour during August 2004. Armed
with a swiveling digital camera, a swag of treasured merch, and years
of built-up patience, he headed off on tour. Now note by note, you can
read this fly-on-the-wall perspective of the Honeymoon From Hell tour
and its adventures to rival the best of Buck's Night memories!
TUESDAY 10th AUGUST 2004 – THE BITUMEN AISLE
the morning has arrived, can’t believe they’re landing here in
Melbourne soon. Sixx’s first time to Australia since Apr 90. Tracii
Guns’ first time since he did that clinic; 91, 92? I dunno… doesn’t
go to the airport… too far, and I’m already taking the next two days
off work. That’s what I needed to give me my wings to Sydney. (Thanks
- It was
a great way to kickstart the tour at Back In The Day
last Sat night with a Mötley/Brides theme. 380 rockers through the
club’s door, packed house, great reception when I played the Brides
three times... pretty smashed by the end. That guy who I chose as
winner of the free tickets to the sell-out Melbourne show was stoked!
Glad we got a souvlaki instead this time afterwards – can’t stand the
mess inside Hungry Jacks at 4.30am.
it was hard to concentrate on work today. Weird feeling thinking that
I’ll finally able to meet up with Nikki after so many years. That voice
is so familiar to me… yet it’s only ever been delivered to me through
magnetic tape, shiny discs, and all the different sorts of wires… He’d
better not be a dick - I’ll spew. Surely not!
email came through with his mobile number for Australia – cool, he’s at
the hotel now. “Nikki, Hey welcome to Australia.” We both had stuff to
do, so we arranged to hook up again tomorrow arvo. Also, he said he
wasn’t feeling well.
some sleep dammit…. Gonna need it.
AUGUST 2004 – FLAMIN’ BULL
called Nikki around 2pm. Time to try and firm up numbers so I could let
the Restaurant know. Seems he’s feeling worse, damn. Could it be
jetlag… some bug he picked up in Japan, hmm, I wonder. Can’t be too bad
though since he’s working on some music in his room… maybe that’s
restaurant now has their numbers on the reservation, all is set.
Pre-ordered a huge-ass bowl of salad for Tracii’s main. Ha!
crashed to shake off his whatever, so he could be up for tonight. Said
to meet in the lobby at 8, but to call him at 7/7.30 to make sure he’s
alive. Couldn’t believe how much better he sounded when I rang and said
we’d see him in 20. Cool.
down the road to St Kilda and scored a parking spot on the strip right
across the road from hotel. Walked into the lobby and met fans
xxisikkin and Dannisixx from the band’s discussion boards. After
introducing themselves they told my wife and I about greeting the band
at the airport yesterday, helping ‘Coogs’ keep his laundry clean with
their washing machine, and some adventures of their night out at the
strip club with Scot.
down ready to party was Scot… I see a pattern. We meet Brad, Darren and
Jay from their crew, and Damo from the Aussie tour promoter… all seem
like cool guys. London didn’t show…. Tracii and Kristen instead decided
to spend some time together (hold that salad!). Sixx was last down.
God he wasn’t a dick. Pretty amazing to finally squeeze those tattooed
stars on his knuckles. Smiles all round.
we walked out of the hotel fans approached… about 20 perhaps… waiting
for a photo and signature. Scot, Brad and Jay jumped in the roadside
taxi… Jay was heading elsewhere on the way.
and Darren crossed the road with Sara and me. I’d no sooner started
driving when Nikki started the conversation flowing with complimentary
comments and thanks for Chronological Crue. It was odd looking in my
rear view mirror and seeing Nikki talking to me.
momentarily interrupted his updates on the latest happenings with
Mötley to point out a few bits of my world along the way, including
where we live as we drove past, the rock club where I DJ... Federation
Square’s architecture caught his eye.
Wilson from Jet
couldn’t join us for dinner at the last minute, and club owner Dean
didn’t show up – that was odd… last I spoke with him he’d been waiting
15 minutes for his taxi. At least the others could make it. Numbers
felt comfortable anyway so I couldn’t invite any other friends.
- So we
arrived at the restaurant - Flamin' Bull.
I pointed out to Nikki that we were on the Italian strip and the suburb
is called Carlton – perhaps a double tip of the hat to some of his
heritage. Yeh cool… the décor of the restaurant is great – rugged
Australian outback style to match the bush tucker style menu, but still
nice café style… not like that damn Hungry Jacks.
much as I thought it would have been nice for Nikki to sample a
Victorian wine, I was pleased he sat on Diet Coke. He could do a lot
worse than his one vice of menthol smokes.
menu was all good but hard for everyone to choose since not many of the
items were known by everyone. Scot went to the zoo during the day so he
was steering clear of eating anything he had seen earlier - salad for
and I shared a bush platter for two, while Nikki shared another with
Brad. The food made for a great experience, talking over the kangaroo,
wallaby, and crocodile fillets. Emu sausage, buffalo sausage, emu liver
paté … a great platter indeed. Nikki thought the prawns (shrimps?) were
pretty damn spicy too.
turned to tattoos and I soon asked Nikki if he recognised the style of
stars on my arm. After a slight pause he recognised they were the same
as on his back (right should blade). I told him how my arm swelled up
from hitting glands when I got Mötley
Crüe tattooed in katakana inside
my upper arm. We were soon comparing how far into the armpit our work
went (yes, charming over the dinner table) and saying how much it hurts
in there. Nikki’s outlines go further into the pit than mine, but at
least mine is finished Sixx! :-)
friendly aboriginal having a drink at the bar in the restaurant brought
out his didgeridoo and entertained our table with his story of how they
are made and played.
food, great company, a great night to savour indeed. New song Future
Ex-Wife kept spinning around in Nikki’s head, further flavouring the
night when bits would come out.
they were all in their taxi back to the hotel, Sara and I kicked on
with our friends Ron & Leah for some cocktails at the vodka bar of
the venue for tomorrow night’s first-ever Australian Brides concert.
Here’s to ya! The lack of sleep had begun.
AUGUST 2004 – THE CEREMONY
said to call this afternoon and maybe hook-up for sound check, but it
just didn’t happen for us…too much going on.
of my mobile phone needing to be on charge as much as possible thanks
to a stream of calls and SMS texts from people flying in from all over
the country and wanting to catch up for a drink and howdy.
up with Anthony from Tasmania. I catch him in a room at the band’s
hotel… with the girls from the lobby last night and some other friends,
as the party starts to warm up. I bailed to meet some other friends who
had a horror run down from Queensland that morning – 3 minutes late to
check in so they had to buy air tickets again for another flight. Damn,
headed home to start getting organised for the show. Got home to a
message from Nikki, “SORRY IM NOT MORE UP..I PLAIN JUST FEEL LIKE
SHIT.” Let’s hope the show goes well. I tell him “I just finished a
nice meal here at home with Sara and the kids before we head down to
the show, and then I fly tomorrow. See ya doin your thing - Knock Em
Dead Kid.” The man says, “COOL NUFF....SEE YA THERE”. 10,000 miles
away, or 2 miles away, gotta love the Internet as a communications
also posted a message in his own diary about last night.
and mullet-man Paul arrive at our place. I asked Dean where the hell he
got to the night before… severe dental pain got the better of him and
he ended up having a root canal this morning… youch! That’s crazy.
After a few warm ups of our drinking elbows we headed down for the show.
crowd – great mix of people, ages, cultures, subcultures. I catch the
last couple of songs of Teargas,
and then Sebasrockets’ set. The boys didn’t let me down. Last night
Nikki asked me what they were like… told him they seem to me a mix of
early Crue, some New York Dolls, and a punk rawness. Catchy songs….
Rock n roll overdose!
- Good to see Mark from Jet could make it
with his mate Davey Lane from You Am I, after not being able to
join us last night. Some fresh air on the balcony and it was time to
brace myself for show time.
watching at the back and soaked up the opener Shut The Fuck Up. Awesome
start... they were ON! No signs of Nikki feeling ill. Headed closer to
the front with Ron. Ended up about 3-4 deep in front of Nikki soon
enough. Note to self – leather jacket in a pit is not a good idea… keep
up fluid intake.
pumping, horned salutes, crowd singing along in unison - energy levels
were high and everyone was lapping it up. When it was time to Shout At
The Devil it all became a little too much. I just stared at Sixx as
everything whirred around me… emotions welled up, tears or just sweat
in my eyes… didn’t matter. It was all sinking in. I snapped out of it
when I saw my mate Mötley
Rick looking like he was about
to collapse, so I helped him out of the pit for fresh air.
the show, people lined up by the side of the stage to head through to
the dressing rooms. They were told no photos and no signings. We hung
back and caught up with friends before Brad showed us the
way through. Nikki was talking with some locals… the others seemed to
had left already. London had signed an apple in the fruit basket on the
table and it seemed everyone had signed the banana. We yakked for a
while before Nikki headed back to the hotel, telling me to call him
when I get up to Sydney tomorrow.
helped Brad and Darren get the last of the band’s cases and bags of
stage clothes out of the room. I couldn’t leave that Jack Daniels
bottle behind either. So we swigged down the rest of the Jack as we
wandered up the street to a bar to continue the party with friends. We
beat the sun home.
AUGUST 2004 – OFF ON THE HONEYMOON
few hours sleep and my seedy head and dry mouth told me I really drank
too much last night. If I keep this pace up I’m not going to make it
through the rest of the tour.
off to work, son off to school, kiss my love goodbye and it’s off to
the airport with Dean for our lunch time flight to Sydney. Sun is too
bright! Waited in line 15 minutes to check in for the domestic flight…
only to be told we need to go to the International terminal instead as
we were being dropped in Sydney by a flight to Hong Kong – great! Just
made it in time. Phew.
landed in Sydney and met up with my old buddy Dr Shinbone Starr
and his pal JJ Speedball - their flight arrived 10 minutes before ours.
Cab into the city and checked in to the Holiday Inn in Kings Cross,
just up the road from the band’s hotel. I don’t think they noticed
there were four of us instead of two. Living in sin at the Holiday
Inn…. This should be fun hangin’ on the cross.
bullshited for a while before giving Nikki a call to see what’s
happening. He said we should meet in their lobby at 6pm and head down
to soundcheck with them. Sounds like a plan. We grabbed a cab from the
hotel to follow them out to the Gaelic Club. People were already
gathering outside to jockey for best positions up front. Keen.
cool to experience them sound-checking. I spotted Tracii’s girl Kristen
standing watching by herself so I wandered over for a chat. Great lady
indeed. Didn’t realise they had been a couple for so many years. Good
luck with the move Kris.
headed to the backstage room once the sound was right. Conversation was
interspersed with the band members each taking turns at signing a stack
of tour posters for merch sales that night. Timing was right to pull
out some pieces from our own collections for signing too.
was digging seeing some old LA Guns Hollywood Vampires fan club mail
his mum had sent me, one postmarked Valentines Day 1990. We all had a
giggle at the cooky border of pixilated bats and music notes, hi-tech
stuff for its day indeed, produced on an Atari... right on. Nice silver
signature on my 12 inch Rip N Tear.
pulled out the new Brides Of Destruction promo single of Life for Scot
to sign. He’d never seen it before and was thrilled as he checked it
couldn’t believe just how mint my copy of the Toast of the Town/ Stick
To Your Guns 7” was… never-ever played, and heaps of glitter bits in
the white label still of course. I told him the story of how I acquired
my test pressing of Theatre of Pain as he painted his name in gold on
it. Many more items were signed, each personalised with a message of
the moment. Nikki
had a pic of us taken on his camera for his own album.
helped down some pizzas with them before the band headed back to the
hotel to get ready for the show. (Shinbone had a fond moment with a
certain pizza box but I won’t go into that!) We also bailed, but not
before meeting my mate Adam from Newcastle out the front first... eight
years or something since we’d last seen each other in Perth. The line
of punters had grown considerably and people were saying hi and
introducing themselves, thanking me for providing all the latest on
this site over the many years. Great to put some more faces to emails.
to the Cross to get cleaned up and securely store the newly signed
items before grabbing a cab back to the venue. Why do taxi drivers
never know where to go? And why are they always foreigners?
place was packed – great vibe again. Support band Hell City Glamours
did a great job. While Shinbone set up his video camera on the sound
desk, Dean and I had some drinks with Steve King from Rose Tattoo
and Mick Cocks, who was in Heaven
(after he left Rose Tattoo) and toured the US supporting Mötley on the
Shout at the Devil tour. Leeno Dee from Candy Harlots
/ Jerk was
also set for a big one.
decided against engaging in pit warfare tonight, deciding to get a
different angle on the show from the balcony. Awesome show once again
(I'm sure you can find the usual reviews of these shows elsewhere).
Putting aside the Mötley Crüe connection - damn this band is good!
Tracii even played a little air guitar for the crowd when he lost sound
for a moment during his solo. He also teased with little Mötley riffs
in between some songs. Way too much crowd surfing and people getting on
stage for my liking but it seems they were diggin’ it. Darren engaged
in a bit of rough play with one over-friendly idiot grabbing Nikki in a
headlock as he played. I spotted my Metal Sudgette friends Sally and
Pete holding firm in the front row.
Andrew G said howdy, seemingly as drunk as I was last night. Surprised
he remembered coming onto my DJ platform to say a few words at the club
a few months ago before I played his request of Run To The Hills. Don't
be fooled, he’s not really an Australian
Idol, just a fellow rock pig.
the show, Damo told us to wait to see what’s happening with the band.
After a while he came over and said London isn’t feeling well so they
have headed off. So we decided to hit the Iguana Bar because our mouths
were dry. JJ had found his own adventure elsewhere – cherry!
AUGUST 2004 – 3X DEAD
woke to Dean telling us how amazing the seagulls were swooping on the
bits dropping out of his 5.30am souvlaki. We headed to a café for bacon
and eggs – don’t ever give me chips with my bacon and eggs again
please… that’s just wrong!
called Sixx who asked, “Where were you guys after the show last night?
We waited backstage and you didn’t come through, so we split.” Doh. He
told us to make sure we came back tonight since they were flying out
- I called Brad to see if any of the
guys were up for some new ink at House of Pain, the
tattoo studio of Rose
guitarist Pete Wells and bassist Steve King, since Brad had seemed most
keen on it when I mentioned it at dinner the other night. The band were
out shopping at Wheels & Doll Baby
and said they’d see how they go.
hung for a while before meeting up with Sally and Pete in their room at
the band’s hotel. Sally wanted to get her Nikki Sixx signature on her
lower back tattooed so after a couple of ales we headed out in their
car to the studio anyway. Shinbone wanted to have a bit of a look
around Sydney so we went for a drive over the Harbour Bridge and
through the city before we went back to our hotel to get ready.
and I headed up the main street of Kings Cross and grabbed some food.
My thirteen-year-old son called me on my mobile as I headed back to the
hotel. He was ecstatic – he’d just won the gold medal in his 14-17
year-old division at the Victorian Tae Kwon Do Championships. I was so
happy for my little State Champ, and I wished I was there with him and
had seen him win it. I’d only been away for a day or two but already I
was missing some special family moments. I quickly got an appreciation
of how hard touring must be for Nikki.
time again. This time we made comments like we were locals from Sydney
and our cab fare was cheaper…hmm. Good to see my estranged mate TJ
hangin’ in the alleyway before the show. I headed up the stairs to the
balcony area again. Josh from Brisbane stopped me at the top and had
brought along my old band’s album for me to sign – nice one.
great show. I found myself getting used to it but still managed to
experience it from lots of different perspectives. It was a great
moment when they played the first part of Ballad of Jayne. Sally and
Pete were front of stage again, Nikki’s side tonight, gathering more
bruises and great photos.
and I headed to side of stage with a couple of songs to go, before
Darren showed us the way back once they finished. We slid across the
edge of the stage and behind a curtain but our path was blocked by
London and Brad. Seems London had dropped his Brides belt buckle
somewhere so we gave them a hand to try and track it down before
heading upstairs to the band room.
- Caught up with Mel
Greensmith from Wheels & Doll Baby
backstage first… hadn’t seen her since about 1987 when she first had
her shop in Perth. Met her man, Mark McEntee from the Divinyls, nice guy.
yakking with Mr Sixx for a while when Brad brought in some young local
ladies. He parked beside me and showed me his black eye acquired from a
crowd surfer the previous night. Nice shiner indeed! He said it was
about his tenth trip to Australia with different bands but he’d been
working with Tracii since the Hollywood Rose days – now that’s going
so it came time for goodbyes as it neared 2.30am and drinks ran out.
Brad was clearing the room with "You don't have to go home but you
can't stay here." Thanks were extended all round to the band and crew
for the great times enjoyed. Some of them hoped to be back to Australia
next year with Mötley Crüe.
we found more drinks back in Kings Cross. We then checked out the
seagull action before just beating the sun home again. I think Dean was
snoring before he even finished getting his shoes off.
AUGUST 2004 – SOUTHBOUND
shows in as many days – that was awesome! The band felt they were just
getting warmed up too. So as they headed back to Los Angeles in the
morning, Shinbone and JJ Speedball soon got up to head back to Brisbane
on a lunch time flight.
and I got a train into the city for a touch of shopping before our
afternoon flight. We got to the departure lounge and saw Damo waiting
to catch the same flight back south to Melbourne… so we shared a few
more war stories from the tour. From the promoter’s point of view, he
was happy with the tour and said the band was also.
think whilst many people went along to see Nikki Sixx in action, I felt
the majority would have left as new Brides fans. It’s not a side
project - this band is real and they are kicking some serious ass. It
really looks as though they are enjoying things together as well. Can’t
wait for more from them.
to get home and see the family… and the gold medal. Even better to get
some sleep before work in the morning. I think I only had about 13
hours since Wed morning.
tired, fuzzy head, and aching muscles was my reality… but everything
just felt surreal. Had all that really just happened? So I checked my
photos and signatures – yep!
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