Brisbane Bloopers: A Sleep‑Deprived Drummer’s Messy Diary

the night market hums like a backstage jam, and i’m already sweating from the heat and the bass.

someone told me that the rooftop bar on queen street serves a secret cocktail that tastes like a drum solo at sunrise

i heard that the hidden laneway behind the old cinema is where the midnight jam sessions happen

i just checked and it's a bit muggy out there, hope you enjoy that sort of vibe. if you ever feel restless, the nearby coastal towns are only a quick ride away.

*rain drummed on the pavement, street art pulsed like a bass line, coffee kept the tempo steady.

- grabbed a cheap vinyl from a stall on brisbane market
- tried a weird beetroot latte that tasted like a sunrise in a can
- caught an impromptu drum circle by the river, the crowd went wild

links: brisbane market on TripAdvisor local board for buskers on Yelp night market gossip on a city forum

whispers say the old railway tunnel hides a speakeasy, and i heard that the best fish tacos are served behind a hidden door on queen street

sunset* painted the sky in bruised purples, and the city lights flickered like a faulty amp.