Life after music has been good to Henry Rollins. On tour for almost 300 days a year, the American spoken word maestro kicked off his Australian tour in earnest at St Kilda’s stately National Theatre.
A short warmup from deadpan one-line merchant Bruce Griffiths was really well received (“I bought a packet of jelly babies. They got taken by a packet of jelly dingos”), before Mr Rollins strode onto stage, grabbed the mic, and kicked off proceedings.
Sadly I’m not able to say too much more. After 3 minutes (yup, 3 minutes), it was time to pack up shop and get the hell out of there. But the 3 minutes I saw made me want to hang around.
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