PRESS RELEASE
JOYRIDER PRESENTS
Kiss Me, I’m a Pirate
Celebrating International Talk Like A Pirate Day
Sponsored by Jagermeister
Aaarr, me hearties!
How could we let INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY go by without celebrating the occasion with a great big rockin
pirate-themed gig?
Yes, we’ve taken over The Dogs Bollix, (the most piratey bar in town), added five rock bands and a big swig of
Jagermeister and created… KISS ME, I’M A PIRATE!
WHEN Friday September 22
WHERE The Dogs Bollix
FEATURING Slavetrader
Don Julio & The Hispanic Mechanic
Jonnie Rose
The Rebelles
The Lovehaters
DJ Netti Page
ENTRY Doors open at 8pm
Music starts at 9pm
$10 entry
MORE ABOUT THE GIG…
Good, dirty fun from the local pirates of rock. This will be a packed night (and the sauciest gig this September), so
make sure you get in early to catch all the great bands! Goodie bags on the door for the first 100 punters, and there
will also be prizes for the best-dressed pirates. KISS ME – I’M A PIRATE is sponsored by the beverage most favoured by
pirates…. Jagermeister! So you know this is going to be a great night!
MORE ABOUT THE BANDS…
SLAVETRADER The best-looking rock band in town. Rolling Stones meet Motorhead.
DON JULIO & THE HISPANIC MECHANIC Swamp rock heroes. The lead singer was recently voted ‘best dressed’ by Sunday Magazine.
JONNIE ROSE Have just released their first single, “Be My Boy”. B52s meet Joan Jett.
THE REBELLES Saucy all-girl rock band. Girlschool meets The Donnas.
THE LOVEHATERS Melbourne duo. The White Stripes meet Nick Cave.
MORE ABOUT INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY…
If you feel like a giggle check out the official website, www.talklikeapirate.com.
Some excerpts below…
Q. The Big one: WHY?
A. Why not? Try it out. Say “Aarrr!” Feels good, doesn’t it?
Q. What does ‘shiver me timbers’ mean?
A. When the wind blows hard on a wooden ship, the timbers literally rattle. This is a cause for surprise and concern…
therefore, ‘shiver me timbers’ is an expression of surprise.
AN ABRIDGED HISTORY (from website)
Once upon a time we were playing racquetball, not well but gamely. On this day, for reasons we still don’t understand,
we started giving our encouragement in pirate slang. Mark suspects one of us might have been reaching for a low shot and
strained something best left unstrained. “Arrr!” he might have said. One thing led to another. “That be a fine
cannonade,” one said, to be followed by “now watch as I fire a broadside straight into your yardarm!” By the time our
hour on the court was over, we realised that lapsing into pirate lingo had made the game more fun. We decided there that
what the world really needed was a new national holiday: Talk like a pirate day. We also decided that the perfect
spokesman for our new holiday was none other than Dave Barry himself, nationally syndicated humour columnist and winner
of the Pulitzer Prize.
Then we forgot all about it.
For seven years we celebrated International Talk Like a Pirate Day pretty much on our own. Things probably would have
continued indefinitely on that low-key note.
Except for one happy accident. One day in 2002, John chanced upon Dave Barry’s email address. We knew he wouldn’t be
able to resist. We offered him the only thing we had, the chance to be the official national spokesman for the event.
In early September, we got a call from the feature editor at the local paper. She sounded confused. “I was editing this
week’s Dave Barry column and it’s about… is this you?”
It was.
And hell broke loose.
ENDS