Sep. 6th, 2004

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Would someone please explain why, when you become a reasonably good drummer, your brains fall out??

Rhetorical.

So, a gig this Wednesday - 48 hours from now... & the manic, meat-headed Maori metronomoron I've worked with on many projects before, calls... no... TEXTS me to say his heart's not in it & we'd be better off with someone else.

A singer who's in Melbourne & understandably reluctant to board a plane at personal expense to come up for 40 minutes work she won't be paid for.

A guitarist currently laid up in bed with a 'flu & food poisoning. Insistent that the show must go on regardless.

With no backing tracks allowed at this particular evening (some hippie drivel about keeping it 'real & honest'), no percussionist, a guitarist who can barely stand without regurgitating the ghosts of dinners past, a singer who I wouldn't blame if she accidentally on purpose misses her flight...

And me.

Can anyone give me a better example of what ''CERTAIN DISASTER" means, children??

Rhetorical.
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