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We're at the Hornsby Inn Sat 7th April.

It's night time, I'm sending out guide tracks. 

7 hours in the rehearsal studio. Technical failure. Re-arranging. 

Kibbitzing over the new songs. 

Mr wizard has traded his pedal board for this:

Recording again this week, either on Beyond 5D or SC11. 

Meanwhile our friends in Devine Electric have asked me to come along for a session. Jo's album is already underway. 

It's a great time to be making stuff.

A passing observation was that we haven't made any motion towards writing something for the current topics of discussion.

I feel like it's impolite to speak whilst the Parkland students are talking; they have the talking stick right now.

It also dawns on me to think of other tragedies not in the headlines. Being too aware is a little too painful. Music is Sunglasses for the soul.

As interpreter for the bottom of the icebergs, I try to work out what the music is about. 

In a synaesthesia sense, when I hear what the guys are writing, i get a sense of emotion. it's what guides me towards the rest of the song.

Trying to understand it is more worthwhile than trying to super impose my own views on it, although that's something I do consciously and simulconsciously (take that thesaurus! my blog, i'll invent words to suit).

I have this theory - here goes.

The musicians get a sense of the world around them, it's what comes out in the music. Supporting that is a good thing.

If, by interacting with it, we change things, then I've made a fairly conscious choice to focus on the inner, here.

Conceptually, the stormcellar is a place of safety.

Right now I'm listening to a beautiful new piece Bill wrote. It suits me, to hear it, looped on play. What does it mean. what did he mean? what was he feeling? what is it about? what's in it?

These are the things we're going to talk about here, right now. the signals we'll be multicasting.

We acknowledge all the craziness portrayed in the outside world. We can only offer such assistance as taking your mind off it can provide. Watch for the signal. It's on the other side of the noise.

Told ya there'd be new things.

While we write, rehearse and record two albums over the next while, we're going to be streaming it via Twitch.

https://www.twitch.tv/stormcellarband

Stay tuned for our next live stuff.

Our godfather JF emailed today to talk about the loss of the Basement as a venue, and about few other venues that are going extinct.

 Here in the stormcellar we delve deeply into socio-economics, evolutionary psychology, a spot of gardening and sandwich making.

Music isn't going away.

How we access it, the role it plays in our lives, the technology involved, all these things will lead to a realignment of what it means to make music. To exist in interaction with it.

Such is the nature of all systems. Hi Lava Lamp.

Can't drink and drive. Tight money environment. Double Demerits. Parking. Alternative media and leissure options. 

No single media pool, no way to spend enough advertising money to reach every microuniverse and no simple, common, Hydraulic Empire style media/awareness eco system.

The 20th Century has finally relinquished its hold, for good or ill. The Old Ways are passing.

We've watched as the local Music Media and Venues have thinned out. Recently, one major press outlet did a big push to say how great everything is right now. We agree.

The last hurrah for the old ways as they go less than gracefully, into that good night.

There's a term; Extinction Burst.

Welcome to state change, the post apocalyptic landscape where only the mutants survive.

There's a thriving music community, existing in its own little universes. Scampering amongt the undergrowth, evolving into the next form.

The Pub, the Club, Drinking, Music, going out - these were all important aspects of Australian Culture in the last part of the 20th Century.

It's simple and inevitable that people who want to see music, to be part of the process, will support it in some way.

There are myriad ways evolving, failing, iterating, failing, rinse, repeat, stir in 2 cloves of garlic and bake for an hour.

Because we're part of the system, we rely on our Organic Assumption advanced modelling Supercomputer and we're running the numbers now.

Apparently it will be ready in 6 million years or so.

Meanwhile, we'll keep making stuff until we can figure out what exactly is going on.