It's my blog and if I want to write about packing, I can darn well do it.

So here's this weeks packing comment.

I wish I'd had that little flippin carnival again. Wouldja believe when I finally got the car I originally wanted to rent and it didn't fit half as much .

D'OH

Moving on:

Newcastle on a Sunday night at the Kent!

Calm on the outside?

On the boogie on the inside :-)

Shout outs to Bob and Mick.

We opted to start with the acoustic type stuff again at the start of the show, the crowd generally rolls in a little later in the evening as the afternoon venues close and by midway through the second set, things were so swinging that we just ploughed ahead into set three, then kept going.

That meant a 45 minute + a 120 minute show, and that's after Theo had done a 3 set afternoon show with the Jungle Kings, plus a 10 minute boogie at the end of the set. The man is a machine.

I saw many forms of kung fu last night, notably Rosies mid-solo-string-snap-recover-finish-solo-swap-guitars-plug-back-in-reset-everything-do-next-solo moment.

if that sounds like a lot of stuff you should have seen it live. I heard the string go pzzarng and thought 'uh oh, what's gonna happen now' and was readying a harp for an unexpected role in Feel So Blue (BAIL OUT! BAIL OUT! BANDIT"S ON YOUR SIX!) but Rosie ejected from his doomed craft and swiftly repositioned a replacement vehicle, riding back into his solo spot, triumphant. Bravo.

Yep, them boys wuz on fire last night.

Also had a chance to listen to The Blues Taste Good by Dicky James & The Blue Flames, so far, Sound Mind s my fave track.

Early morning trips home, back down the freeway, blue toothing tunes into the rental car and talking about song arrangements and music trivia. These are the things of which life is made.