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Howdy Folks.

I rebuilt my system once more and I have a backlog of vids from recent stuff, so stay tuned as I work through the backlog.

We recently did a show at The Entrance and were joined by the lovely Bec Henry. I got some footage. 

Howdy Folks. Its been a while since I did a gig report, so here's some cloud porn.

Yep, that's what we're about.

Regular cellar dwellers know I usually harp on about how much I love travelling through New South Wales. Same again but even more so.

Yeah I know its pictures of clouds, but this is actually kind of important.

The environment we're in influences what we write, how we feel.

It was good to travel this weekend and good to visit Dubbo.

BTW we're doing a lot of our real time stuff on the facebook page (yeah I know) www.facebook.com/stormcellarband. We can post from mobile so its got random stuff that I won't pollute this high brow site with :-)

ahem.

Thanks to Ryan and the gang at the Old Bank. They're making a real home for music and the locals are engaged with it.

We have thanks to give to our illustrious Soundo's (welll done gentlemen) and a shout out to Allan and Marie for visiting with us on their 45th anniversary. Their son bought them tickets to 'go see the 'sydney band' (LOL). 

Greenbathing on the drive up in a Holden Caprice (tip of the hat to Dave Graney) left me feeling kind of sporty.

Plus craft beers.

Dubbo is awesome.

We drove up on petrol priced at 96c a litre, the cheapest petrol has been since I think the early 2000's. Of course day after its back up to UP YOURS rates, but that was a blessed trip.

On the way back we stopped by Cumnock and visited with Ms Jo. It's been 6 years at least since we were there recording Carl's Chair.

So, to sum up, we had:

a brilliant drive in a wanky car

a great gig with people who wanted to have a good vibe

Awesome local produce

late night Rhythm Section Bonding at the pub (what goes on tour...)

and dropped by a mates place on the way back.

Yeah, learning about the passing of one of our cellar dweller regulars has made me a little reflective, but it's a good reflective.

We're fortunate to be able to to what we do, and as we said to one another at 4am in the room above a country pub, the most important thing we can do, is to continue to be kind to one another.

Also music stuff. That too.

Howdy folks. We're back from a jaunt in the country and there's stuff to share, but first.

Vale Colin Sydee, long time local music supporter and a 'cellar feller.

We dedicated our show to Colin on saturday night.

as much as anyones name is etched in even the impermanence of Marble, 

we take a moment to remember a regular bloke

who liked his music

and shared his life with us because of it

Godspeed Colin.

Now I'm pretty sure that we have to have Truth In Advertising here, I have proof of several hookups, a couple of marriages and a birth as a result of a Stormcellar gig. 

Yeah out there, right now, is a kid called Swamp Monster.

I've had great fun with this meme. I've realised it could be a poster for a Strippers Revue, or Pole Dancers.

However, it remains true. Good vibes will get your Personal Satisfaction Level up and if you dance with the missus when the vibe gets her going, well, anything might happen. Might not even be your missus. We don't judge here in the stormcellar.

Come out and get down. Friday. Old Bank. Dubbo. 

Howdy Folks. Mr Wizard has been bringing me more songs. YET MORE SONGS.

I need hardly point out to you, Dear Reader, that having just released an album, with another unreleased and trapped in Kansas, another brand new single released the other day, another in the can awaiting mastering and the stuff banking up for AJ's project later this year, we are not short of music right now.

Still, Mr Wizard wants LYRICS NOW Dammit! Make with the Yuks kid.

However, since reading the work of Rick Lyons and corresponding with him about Words, I am keen to work harder. My Lyrics output has Slowed Right Down as I embark on the Universal Search for Truth/Wankerdom (thank you TISM).

I get postcards from Rick with better writing than I can easily muster.

We've had an internal dialogue about the value of words for years now.

But now I'm looking at all the work we do and...well...bugger.

To his credit, some years back Mr Wizard moved from 'they're the grunts between my nice clever chords' to 'is this song saying anything'

Profound shift eh? Cool.

To win the argument with Mr Wizard I used the Old Trick of quoting lines out of context. For example:

'kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by, I'm just savouring familiar sights'

or 'sitting at the limit of an endless ocean'

and saying 'where does this poetry come from?'.

AHA! It's a trap! They're lyrics from profoundly good Australian song writers (Flame Trees/Stephen Prestich/Don Walker and Great Southern Land/Iva Davies).

Australia has some formidable poets both in and out of music, and for many people, Music may be the most regular interaction with Poetry that we have. Just ask any Aussie about Paul Kelly.

Sometimes you know you'll never catch your heroes but you want to run as fast. For my part, I think language has its own melody and that the choice of words, as Mark Twain once said, is the difference between Lightning and Lightning bug.

That means I have to work harder, and with Mr Wizards output level, faster :-).

Not sure about Better tho.

Imma go read some good writers and see how they say things well. Hmm.