Recently, readers would have seen me post this blog, which, all things considered, could be interpreted as, in the light of certain phrases, with due regard to the ...(ahem) 

as smug.

Yep. Smuggly Smuggins over here.

As per usual, the universe righted itself with a right ear blow out after my second gig of using them. Now I gotta try and get these sorted before Tamworth (Noooo!!) and I have of course chosen an overseas supplier. Where possible, local sourcing makes a difference. I shall report on my ignom..igom...further shameful difficulties as i proceed. 

Will I get'em fixed/ Replaced? Write another blog and say @%^#* in increasing font sizes? @%^#* @%^#* @%^#* 

Stay tuned.

It's big weekend so far with, two gigs down, one to go. it was a late night last night with an after-show drop in to at a jam in Katoomba, where Jo F sang a version of Bobby Mcgee that I liked - Ok, a little context here - if you've been around the jam nights etc you will have noticed that it's uncool to play certain, 'over used' songs.  Some Jam sessions have written exclusions NO MUSTANG SALLY.

Bobby McGee is one of those songs. It's pretty, it's popular, people dig it, Janice was great, everyone knows it, you can sing along. So much to recommend it. Right now, somewhere in the world, at a jam session in a bar or a pub, someone is murdering it whilst other musicians wince.

However that was not the case with Ms F.  We're very lucky when she drops into our gig and it was great to hear her singing lead Vox. 

As she reminded me, every now and again you have to remember why you play music in the first place, the joy of the experience.

Anyway, we have another session on in a few hours so I guess I better go get ready and have one last look at these earpieces.

ARGH!!