No one can accuse us of not keeping it 'Real'.

I present exhibit A, our side-of-stage :-)

This weekends two shows saw a series of small mishaps. GPS Fails, logistics errors, snare drum head snafu's. I forgot words, blew out an Eb harp.

Still, nowhere else I'd rather be :-)

On Friday night we played like Eggplants in set one.

and King Kong in set two.

I should also extend my regards to the Pop Culture Whizzes at Lazybones who extracted CD's from me for knowing the answer to my uber geek random statements about The Arnold Rimmer Salute and The Kwizatz Haderach.

OMG whilst looking for the appropirate image I just came across a Dune/Halflife Nerd Combo. Thank you internets. Gordon Fremen? Awesome.

If this stuff makes sense, come to a gig, you will win a CD from me when I ask about such things and you know them.

I reckon theres a bit of breaking bad in that image.

Anyway.

Saturday we were supported by the very able Stone. Cheers to Ray, Dion, Roger and Steve

Watching the Manager out the front of the venue with a Sound Level meter lets me know that they're truly concerned with their neighbours well being (great) and is also utterly terrifying. Thankfully, no one exceeded the average Db level for background noise and a good time was had by all. 'Go hard' mate was the cry after Stone rocked it out.

We decided to Go Hard and Theo's snare drum obliged by going PHWAAANGGG so we played two acoustic numbers to start with.

It took a couple of songs to get our Mojo working properly but thanks to a re-grounding via some Sonny Boy Williamson, (a note to Aussie readers, The blues guy not the footballer) we got back there. For the first time in a while we even ended with the Boogie.

So, to further embellish the legend of our propaganda page, we played two shows where little tiny things went wrong and drove us nuts and we had to make a greater effort to get our game on.

And we're incredibly fortunate to be able to do it.

Meanwhile the masters for EFLH are in.

The show goes on.