By Adrian Zupp
“Everybody get over here and check this out!”
It’s first thing Monday morning in the creative studio and the boss is enthusiastic for us to check out something on his computer. And when Peter gets enthusiastic about something, he just about gives off light. And there’s no saying “no.”
“Get a load of this band: Rose Tattoo. Classic Aussie stuff!”
He brings up the clip, expands it to full screen and cranks the volume to the level of a jumbo jet at takeoff.
“1978! Look at ‘em! The songs called ‘Rock n Roll Outlaw.’ Bloody unbelievable!”
By way of explanation, Rose Tattoo are a classic Aussie hard rock band that came out of the city pubs in the late 1970s. Several of the original members are dead now although the band soldiers on from time to time lead by their sawn-off, testosterone fueled lead singer Angry Anderson – a diminutive but frightening looking fella.
“Angry Anderson! Perfect name! Check him out: He’s about four foot tall, shaved head, broken teeth, earrings, tatts… Haha!”
The Tatts played music that sounded like a chain saw slicing through a Caddy. (Or, I should say, a Holden – these blokes were as Australian as Foster’s beer and shark bites.) They were incredibly loud and aggressive, and the working class boys loved them.
“This things bloody ROARING! I mean, check it OUT, fellas!”
As mentioned in a previous post, music is a huge part of Peter’s life. Of who he IS. And so is his pride in being an Aussie. Whether it’s cranking up the Tatts and getting everyone to mill around and watch, or the stash of Vegemite he keeps on hand at the office, he’s as Aussie as they come.
“I love it, I LOVE it,” he says as the song crashes to a close.
And he really does. You can take the boy out of Australia but you can’t take Australia out of the boy.
It was an interesting start to the working week.