?’chelle dropped me at the airport and i waltzed on through to find a rather small rickety looking plane that was to take myself and maybe seven or so others to the island off the coast… the wind?howled sporadic?and the rain danced through the air…
so a gig last night at “roasted addiction” tryin’ out the new maton and the new passac pre-amp… fiddlin, strummin, whistlin, hummin, singin’ songs of freedom and chaos and drifting on… i turn to see comin’ at me from across the street struttin’ to some unheard of random beat tho?probably four four?wild eyed ruling the […]
so… skint to the bone i make a concerted effort to start job hunting… it’s a week or two?between gigs the pantry runs low and i haven’t bought olives for months… the album sounds good though, maybe that’s all that matters… i look in the mirror at the hair and the beard…?i got enough coins […]
so it is…. head phones on, workin’ on the album, life is fine… mp3s sent around the planet?in the hope that rather talented friends will find the time to lay tracks…