Archive for August, 2013

Saturday morning in Australia, cup of tea at the ready

August 3, 2013

Nothing much I’m afraid.

James was in Sydney last night (as he should be), and he got to go see the amazing Sounds Like Sunset at the equally amazing (but for different reason) Record Crate in Glebe.  I can think of a few heavy metal acts that would be more appropriate than SLS  for such a tiny venue, but by all accounts (of which I got many) the night was a success.  To give you an idea of what it might be like, imagine hearing this

in a room that looks like this
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And wham-bam that’s how a Friday night should be spent.

I fell asleep on the couch with a baritone guitar in my hands and a notebook with an empty page next to me.  It happens.

In other non-events, one of our new friends captured this small clip of us mucking around on our last gig at the Phoenix Pub in Canberra, one of our new favourite haunts.  If you’re going to request a song at a Royal Chant or Designer Mutts gig you’re probably going to go down swinging, but we will make an exception from time to time, talent permitting.

And that’s pretty much the gist of it. It’s Summer for half of the world, and for those of you who happen to be in Port Macquarie, Australia it damn near feels like it.  I’m off to teach, but after I would suspect that there’s a few waves with my name on it.

Holler back if it’s been a while xoxo

-M

 

 

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