1. Being a DJ at a ‘60s disco night for Singaporean women who asked me to dress up like John Travolta. WINNING!

2. Bad collaborations. I drove out to Ipswich to meet a man who had emailed me to be the vocalist for his new 'hit song'. But it turned out he lived in a fake tanning salon/ caravan, had a crazed orange look about him, didn't speak English, and had run his lyrics through Google translate. The spoken-word chorus said: "Then the red traffic light broke down and she dance!"

3. Singing in a bad Jamaican accent. I had to sing ‘Get Up Stand Up’ for a protest gig in front of hundreds of people. Reggae isn't really my specialty. I failed. And everybody knew. Especially the Jamaican guy in the front row. 

4. Giving strange singing lessons. I received an enquiry from a parent asking if I could teach their child 'visceral' (pretty sure that means poop) breathing, to help HER become the next Michael Buble. Everything about this was weird. Of course, I said yes. 

5. Singing at funerals. For some reason, nobody wants me to sing at their wedding. I must have that 'special' look. Whatever it is, I know most funeral directors in Brisbane on a first name basis. 

Astrid & The Asteroids launch new single, ‘Autopsy’, at The Hideaway August 3. They also play a free show at Lock n Load this Saturday, July 27.