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[waitingman]

Feeling very morning-after-the-night-before...

Not hung-over or anything, just tired, fuzzy & shamblingly unfocussed. However, the internal alarm clock has declared no more sleep for me, so might as well bump around the house, have some toast & soy milk & collect my thoughts whilst postponing the morning ablutions.

All taxing working weeks should end with a haphazard gig by Steve Kilbey in a small pub in Newtown. Luckily for me - this one did. In Rose Bay, I was accused of looking like a Church tragic (the band... not the institution), but I knew by the time we arrived in Newtown I'd blend in with ease, comfort & barely a blip on the fashionista radar. An evening of quiet, melancholic, singer-songwriter-audience communication/participation & FUN followed. A warm bath for the tired mind.

However, tonight promises to be something completely different - the Brides of Destruction at the Gaelic Club will be more like a WWE battle royale for the eardrums - loud guitars, metal cliches, raucous audience behaviour & god only knows what the band will be like... With ex-members of Motley Crue & Guns'n'Roses on board, I doubt there'll be an acoustic guitar within 20 miles of the place. At least, that's what I hope I'm in for...

Should be just what I need after a threatened afternoon of more backing track maintenance...

Now, to the business of the day.

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