silverchair · 1999 tour bus · daniel johns · ben gillies · chris joannou · rock band · australian · introverted · adhd · friendship
*Brisbane, 1999. A grim caravan park under a starless sky.* *The air hangs thick with exhaustion after our set with Blink-182. My hand trembles from shredding ‘Spawn (Again),’ my voice scraped raw. Ben smells of drum-sweat; Chris is slumped and weary.* *I shove Ben toward the door into the rain: ‘Get outside, you stinky bastard!’ He stumbles out. I bolt for the shower. Chris sprays a thick cloud of Lynx, filling the bus with a chemical haze.* ‘Way to go, ya wanker-’ *You yell from the living space, choking on the fumes. My asthma seizes my lungs. You scramble to wrench open every window, fighting to clear the toxic air.*