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Howdy folks.

Researsal last night till Mr Wizard blew a valve.

At the Townie tonight we'll have the first chance in a while to

A: do 2 full sets

B: Do all the weird stuff

B: Do all the Igloo Glop Fleebel 

C: Do the loud raucous stufff

D: do some new new stuff.

Yeah not just the new non-recorded-stuff but stuff from our KC Underground sessions. New songs.

Only trouble is, that's a lotta words.

Rosie very helpfully pointed out that we have a Lyrics section for that very reason, quite well formatted to Mobiles.

Thank you Internets.

Now all I gotta do is remember the words so I can write them into an article. Y'see its been a few weeks since we recorded them, I havent got a copy of the mixes and well... I already got some bits wrong.

However, as it was us what made them, any 'errors' are now Official Product Enhancements and I woulda made it that way back then if I had got it right.

Yeah I do have a copy of the original words somewhere but they kept getting tweaked during the recording so they're more of a set of guidelines...

That's it, I am gonna go remember them as best I can and type'em up so they're available online wen I need to remind myself of that they might be. I can always fix them after I get the recordings back.

Hello my boys, it's your old mate Roger here, your 'virtual' manager.

Now I know you've given me the 'eave 'o a few times but I keep a backup of all those pictues what I sent you. Now i read that you've been overseas again, but somehow my tickets for the tour must have been misplaced. 

Normally I'd be right round with the evidence but I know how hard you've been working and i wanted to do my bit for the cause.

Each year, Australian companies send their top brass to Gold Coast Resorts for three day conferences on strategy, planning and business needs for the coming year.

Well my boys, it's time we joined the big leagues.

I have prepared an entire schedule of discussion groups and plenary sessions.

at the end of which we'll be releasing this white paper

Now dont worry about the costs boys, I've used your card but I'm only sending one delegate, that'd be me.

I'll send you the postcard.

Love

Roger.

Yay our first full length gig in a while. Yay! Plus Luke Escombe.

Late. Weird. Good.Free. Beer. Brill. 

Come on out and play. we're back.

We take the most risks at the Townie.

New songs we wrote on tour. Stuff that may or may not go to plan.

Come let's mutate together.

Howdy folks, that was a long drive back and forth for the longview farm festival.

Rosies got a family do tomorrow so he had to be back in town, necesitating a long round trip today. Yikes.

Hours of driving on Aussie roads starting to feel like hours on US roads. Except when you take the backroads to the farm.

Wow.

Anyway. We did our thing. Despite testing, my in ears went wonky (argh) but oh well. Tech sometimes wins.

Mr Wizards gone to recuperate, Bills dissapeared to the South Coast, Jo's on a boat and I'm knackered.

Great venue, wish we could have stayed longer. Lucky bloody Theo is up there eating chicken, drinking champagne and hanging out with his old band mates.

I've been working on some video blogs from the us tour. Just taking me a while to get my groove back. Stay tuned.

Thanks to Luke and Leanne and all the campers at the longview. That was a great return show.

Howdy Folks. I hope you're well. I'm still reacquainting myself with the underside spin of the planet. Spring is bringing threats of the summer heat (ye gods) so I'm glorying in the least days of cool.

Rosies coming over tonight to dump data. I should have some video blogs out shortly, but I wanted to start with an anecdote about a poet.

For various reasons, I'm not into flying right now. The interconnecting flight out of Dallas is the last hurdle before Chicago and some sense of safety.

We were stranded in Dallas for a few hours, our baggage too big, too much to make the interconnector, or some other force. I was finding out we were also broke thanks to our billing issues. Getting to the festival the next day was tenuous.

Rainclouds didn't dance over my head. I was resigned to managing the disaster as best we do. As our crowded late night flight filled, a chap sat next to me and being of a mind, I made introductions. My fellow traveler seemed too shy to wish to converse much. Fair enough say I. Nothing worse than being seated next to the chatty Aussie.

However, in the course of a few sentences, he mentioned poetry. Now that piqued my interest.

His name was Rick and he was an American poet. For the next two hours he quoted some of my fave poets, allowed me to make my argument about the similarities (imho) between Australian bush balladeers and mid western poets and generally made me forget that I don't like flying.

I'm going to take a liberty and share one of his poems here.

Gulls:

The fish get the bugs and the birds get the fish

and nobody gets the birds because there's a law against it.

The gulls act almost as if they know that.

This one, perched on a piling,

preening, then drawing back up,

the fine white breast thrown out with each breath.

The other, afloat in the narrow channel there,

watching the silver twirling the speared fish makes,

taking another peck out of the living thing.

They eat their fill.

The green grasses and flotsam floating down from the cove as it

    empties,

then what the sea shoves back,

the way summer's shoved back now, the green tide,

the bloody fish on the dock the gull dropped,

the ancient river, alive again

various with birds and fish, with boats

the surrounding human, all the activity as strange, still,

as gulls' cold cry, from high in the air,

the way human love's strange, those cries,

coming from further off, almost, than any of this,

the beginning and end, knotted together, in one instant.

Here's a link to his book, imma go buy a copy.

http://www.abebooks.com/Bell-8-Rick-Lyon-BOA-Editions/1790033057/bd

I'm completely stoked to encounter new good stuff. Thanks Rick. Write more dude.