there's a lot of sickness in my life and the lives of the people around me at the moment, so I haven't felt overly like blogging for a while. More deaths too. Its feeling like a russian winter. Unending and bleak. Anyway there's other stuff too. Better stuff.
Starting to play a few shows again. It feels good. My friend Hap has put out a new record with his band the Underminers, and its a seriously lovely record. Called Heart part of your mind it has a pink cover very like the Smith's Hatful of Hollow. The song are by turns gorgeous and uncomfortable. He has really put his relationship and himself under the microscope lyrically and if you know the couple it can make for awkward listening, but musically its very decent. There's some nice country and beat pop flourishes courtest of an old dude called Graeme Hodge and the production is very sweet and airy. They're gonna launch the record at my pub and apparently I'm gonna play the corresponding Melbourne gig. Good times a comin'!
The pub is trundling along. I'm resenting the paperwork side more and more, but have embraced the day to day minutae far more than I did last year. I'm enjoying pouring drinks more than ever. We seem to be having a better year than most of the small pubs around us so hopefully that bodes well for and good and profitable summer.
The dog is continuing to be a holy terror. He recently had an incident where he ate some magic mushrooms that had sprung up unbekownst to us at the side of the house and nearly died. Poor little fella was paralysed and convulsing and we nearly lost him. He pulled through though and since then has been a lot more unpredictable and creepy. There's a little bit Charles Manson about the little guy these days getting very aggressive if we inconvenience him in any regard.