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Wherever you are out there dear cellar dweller, stay safe. Stay solo, where you can.

After that Public Service Announcement it's off to the races!

Surf's up at the end times!

The shelves were overflowing with food today. People wore masks, ok so that's a bit freaky. Even amidst the Toilet-Paper-Pocalypse of blank shelves, people are starting to realise that society as a whole has not collapsed.

Yay! 

This whole situation is history happening amongst us.

No one will be centered on the 20th century from this point forward, you were either here for covid or you weren't: welcome to the 21st century.

Another observation, and I'll keep my soapbox small, is this:

Given how thoroughly the Australian Government has restricted movement, enacted fines and upended the entire world in order to survive Covid,

After all the massive change,

all the change that probably can't really be undone,

the unintended consequences that we can't even begin to foresee from here...

after all that, 

has it dawned on you that we really can fix pretty much any thing we 

want 

to?

 Like climate change

Pollution

Poverty

yeah.

When we decide to do it...

it gets done.

They just...enact a law and enforce it.

All it takes is the will.

And to borrow and paraphrase from wiser minds, nothing so sharpens the mind as a close call.

COVID, the bushfires, floods, anyone getting the message?

Ok not that message. 

The message that when we stop playing magical numbers games with money and start counting our rolls of toilet paper, what really matters becomes evident.

It also becomes evident how much power we really do have at the ballot box.

Who you elect to lead you is who you are entrusting to help you when History yells out 'surprise!'

Meanwhile, in other Moments Of Levity - life outside the trenches

Regular Cellar Dwellers may know that this blog was originally setup for friends and family who were serving & living overseas.

I am positive I have told this story before; I'll chance to repeat it.

When I asked Dad about his correspondence when he was deployed, he said he wanted to hear about the ordinary.

The mundane. Home life. A link to somewhere outside the jungle, somewhere safe. And we keep on doing it now.

Looking behind the curtain

This is a time to hold fast. the science is simple. stay put. 

To help with that, I am going to open up a little more of the behind the scenes stuff that we are up to.

As you know, or may know, we were in a rest period after the US tour finished in Feb.

The Global Shutdown sort of coincided with scheduled downtime anyway. Except for gigs, which have all been cancelled. Ok so that sucks but hang on. where was I? Oh yeah.

We were due to try our first streaming show on the 11th of April. So we're sort of on Schedule.

Of course being in Super-Duper-Triple-No-Backsies-Lockdown presents a new set of challenges.

Streaming Steps

Thanks to Dion, Monte and my other mates of note, I have now come up with the next streaming hardware test thing.

In a nutshell, I have to connect things together, I have been working out which things connect well.

With luck we'll have a shot at it this week. Will be looking for cellar dwellers to test the streaming platform and also to rate sound. after sound we'll work on vision.

Songwriting for multiple projects

SC12 is in mixing. is it an EP? A full album?

Dunno.

There are songs written in the US we didn't get time to track.

SC 13 is theoretically anything that's not SC12.

unless it's from the 'Salon' Project

Oh yeah.Is that SC14? Who bloomin' knows

The Salon Project

 As we figured we'd have a 'quiet' 6 months after the US Tour we thought it was time to go back to recording.

Of course that didn't account for the random emergence of SC12 on tour. oops.

The idea of the Salon project was to do the same thing as we had done for Kansas City Gold, except this time, here.

That meant collaborating with a bunch of our local mates.

We started that off with CrossFire with Den & Christina, writing something in a fusion of their styles. I really dig it. here's a reminder.

 That took almost...9 months of producing before it occurred.

12 months maybe?

Anyway.

Having  had the idea to do it, we had begun writing songs to suit some of our favorite local muso mates and we were expecting to start when we got back.

So I did and I am.

Phone calls have gone out...of course now that we're restricted in access and travel we have another challenge.

Ah. Ok.

A years worth of work

Finishing what we already started could take us the rest of the year.

I tend not to talk about the next thing we're doing until we get into it because:

A: they take forever sometimes

B: they sometimes get a bit explodey.

But as we all seem to have some extra time, perhaps a trip to the development lab is in order.

if I get my tech together this week, I'm on it.

Stay tuned and keep grooving on your apocalypse. Things are never gonna be the same, so to quote Mr Bowie, let's face the music and dance!

This restriction of association to 2 people present a challenge for rehearsal. And for any streaming live show plans.

Theoretically, as this is work, we may be entitled to do it differently.

But no.

For the time being, everyone's in a big Time Out.

Stay safe out there, and a very big sending of positive vibes to all our mates in the US Midwest.

If things go wonky on the site for a bit, do not fear.

The Toilet Paper Zombie Hordes have not set upon us.

Worse.

I am 'fixing' the site.

You know how other bands might have 'people' for those jobs.

Turns out I am people.

Thanks to the Forum for tips and suggestions.

Writing Continues

Seclusion has suited Mr Wizard well, he is somewhere in a cave, writing.

I have no idea what that pictures from. Anyway.

Dreamin' of Streaming?

I tested all the gear I have for streaming.

meh.

Next test shortly.

We also have some rehearsal coming up. How are we gonna manage that?

I have a cunning plan.

The whole worlds taking a time out.

I don't need to worry about a respirator, I still have those from the Smoke 2 months back.

Hope your apocalypse is treating you well.

Stay safe, stay solo.

The news is in, from coast to coast

no trouble spared

no vision to promote

It's every pronoun

for themself.

A gathering in the corner of the lifeboat

drills holes to let in Jesus water

opinions float

the facts sink

and i who behold a pale rider

opening a can of sparkling chems

and pissing in the font

breathing vapour like a dragon

inhaling it to my doom.

The mechanical stench removed

replaced with the toxic corrosion of

greed and ignorance

the lament of good intent

and self

The earth spares none

that do not spare themselves

who look for a villain

external

Uncooperative in the preservation of themselves

annointed by no one

informed by none

of nothing

Covid quits if we don't transmit. It's science. Stay Safe, Stay Solo.

A message from the stormcellar science department.