Dear All
Here I am again.
Well, with the first edition of this 'series' I got away with not
knowing what to say alright, but I can't really do that on the second
can I? I need to be a little more sure of myself, to instill confidence
in you, fine reader.
No such luck.
Let us start at the very beginning.. a very good place to start (to
quote Julie Andrews in 'The Sound Of Music'. The woman is a genius. I
don't care if she didn't actually write that, she should get a Nobel
Prize).
Jen and I have a puppy now. We picked him up 2 weeks ago. He was born
in a place called Burrumbeet, about 20 minutes out of Ballarat. He
spent the first 8 weeks of his life in a dog friendly mediterranean
style house in the middle of a paddock with paintings on the walls and
a true bohemian lady in her sixties called Ruth and her husband Joe who
wears berets. He hung out with his Mum, Rosie, his eight brothers and
sisters, his grandma, his aunties, his cousins. His Mum would catch
rabbits for him and spew it up for him to eat. We know this because he
vomited a weird rabbit alien in the car on the way home.
It was Jen's birthday yesterday, and we woke up to Samson (that's his
name) vomiting up sticks and leaves, which is his version of fish and
chips at the moment. He also enjoys a nice leafy branch kebab and
lavender sprigs for dessert. For a palate cleanser he might have some
grass, then he'll follow that up with a weed chaser.
He is the most beautiful dog in the world.
Ok, enough of that. What news?
There ain't none, to be perfectly honest. For those interested in a new
album, be assured, it is coming, all the songs are written... but I am
waiting until the time is ripe.
It is a very specific feeling, like catching a wave, you need to save
your energy and then start kicking hard just before it breaks.
It's probably not a great analogy for me to use, as I spent the first
seventeen years of my life in a coastal town in NSW being terrorized by
surfers. At the beach I would be more likely found sitting in the
shallows daydreaming and grabbing handfuls of sand to make spells by
sprinkling it in the water rather than actually being active in the
surf. Cute for being perhaps, six, but this was in my late teens.
Awkward.
Back to music. We are playing as a duo (Jen on drums, me on electric
guitar) in Adelaide soon (November 13th at The Metro with Ned Collette)
but apart from that probably won't play any gigs until next year.
We're going to pretend to be a normal family, yep, two ladies and a
child covered in hair that looks like a labrador, until we stop taking
our vitamin C tablets and the touring bug resurfaces in our bodies. In
which case we will welcome it with weary arms and a secret smile.
Sometimes it's fun being ill. ADMIT IT!
Love Laura
