Sunday 4th January
I love the rain, though yesterday we could've done with a little less of it, however - rain at the Gold Coast is a tad different to winter rain back home. back there it clings to you & gets in your bones, here it just feels like a continuation of the ocean. It's warm & humid. Everyone turns up in bikinis & shorts & waits for the next big wind for a blow dry. (there's more...)
Saturday 3rd January
Had a great morning taking in coffee & cannoli's in the Melbourne rain & danced in a glass box protruding from the 88th floor. The sky recalled us & we dutifully climbed back into it's yawning hole, disembarking on the humid shores of the Gold Coast - a different time zone. Our bodies have no idea what they've done to deserve the punishment we're dishing out, but we keep beating 'em, hunting the groove-drug, the food of the soul, the key that winds up the clockwork feet. Which way to the kick-drum?
Friday 2nd January
Strangeness abounds! It was a weird night last night in Melbourne & I'm sure everyone felt something
of a similar vibe what ever way you look at it....(more...)
Thursday 1st January
There are some places we've played that are really grim....this is not one've them.....(more...)
Wednesday 31st December
Arrived safely in the sarf. It was long & airconditioned - the journey through the sky-hole on a double-decker sky-hole-bus filled with the flutterings of gentle smiling stewardesses. Today as we step out onto southern streets I find myself in partial recall of events that went on behind the scenes in 2008...(more...)
How are you doing today Essex? The world is spinning in a different direction - watch the water disappear down the plug-hole! The people of the land of Oz always remind me of the tribes from the North of our island - big-hearted people, hospitable & generous & magically transported to California. California, as we all know, is a state of mind. Before I spout-off, what are your lasting memories of 2008?
Yesterday morning Essex was beautiful. I put on layers & went for a walk, the air was sharp the way I like it. Winter sun in the Northern hemisphere is good for the soul. Another thick covering of frost waiting in the shadows for the yellow light to kiss it. I photographed the Hawthorns & thickets. What dropped honey comb amongst the branches & how long's it been there? I don't remember it here last winter....(more...)
