The last two weekends, sans camera, I’ve been wiggling my toes across Sydney and having a laugh. Music’s been around me, in me, my acoustic is re-strung, bass has been warbling, and I’ve been window shopping for an el-cheapo electric guitar. Inspiration’s in the air and nothing, even a weirdo allergic reaction causing a hospital visit in the middle of the night, can keep me down. Am I happy? Yes sir.
On Saturday night I went along to the Annandale. the Suits started up with a blastingly happy tune and continued in style through their set. The conclusion was that they were neat.
Gazoonga Attack.. err. No comment.
But thankfully the Mess Hall with just (actually, you can’t say “just” about him!) a drummer and a guitarist… oh man. A girl could collapse. Now I understand why people have been raving. I’ll rave too, ok. See them. Go on. You must.
yeah… mess hall… hubba hubba!