Hola all,
We had a rather large dinner and drinks at the end of the recording session. It involved a japanese restaurant with lots of sushi, champagne, japanese beers, backslapping, a feeling of general well-being, some inappropriate language, maybe a few tears, and a gecko riding bareback.
We said goodbye to the crazy half russian (oh how I miss you russian!!!) and kerouaced our way home (except we didn't take route 6). We got home and had a big party with all of our friends, which involved a group hug including everyone. Then we sat down and said "What do we do now?"
We locked ourselves in a bare white room (as if we hadn't spent enough time together already) and pondered this thought together for a few days, feasting on lettuce hearts. we finally finished our pondering session, coming to the conclusion that:
Sid would move north, to around the Byron area (to get in touch with his spiritual side), and
Fitzy and I decided to take up sport again (after years and years of being very dedicated to doing absolutely nothing).
So Sid kerouaced his way back up past where we recorded and took to friends floors for a while. He became a regular sight on the Brunswick St Mall for many a weekend, where he would recite obscure facts about deep sea creatures to passers by. He then decided to enter into a more scholarly pursuit, and moved to a residence, where he has bonded with many lovely people and has had many a pleasant discourse.
Fitzy and I joined a basketball team and a football team. We do everything together. EVERYTHING!!! (except that. Of course we don't do that together. That would just be disgusting). Getting back home and seeing people that thought we had become figments of their imagination, and realising how much fitness you do not have after recording and being frivolous. So we have spent the last while trying to keep up with our opponents and team mates, spending most of our times looking at numbers on the back of jumpers like 36, 16, 14, 4, oh I could go on all day. And I probably will.
So I rearranged my house today. We have a record room, and I finally went through it. Lots and lots of fine vinyl. And some absolute scrappers in there as well. Then I found out that our new song has got on a certain radio station. That sent chills of warmth through my heart, and made me do a little jig (which sort of looked like a Homer Simpson dance. Any one of them, really, but mostly like when he become the isotope's mascot). It (the song, not the jig) is called For No One, and it is a quaint little ditty, hopefully you will enjoy it.
All of my love (and don't forget to hang out your washing!)
Ted