It's been two weeks in this crazy town, although talking with friends back north you could swear it's been much longer. The message contained in Phrase's single "clockwork" begins to ring loudly in my ear; I never realised how laid back QLD really was. Each morning as I step into the 7:24am City Loop train, I look around at the people I see every morning, sitting in the exact same positions they sat the previous day before. Everybody here carries a personal daily planner, and I'm sure even the pigeons have their early morning shits choreographed perfectly to time hitting the footpath in the same place at the same time each morning. It's a far cry from the Gold Coast shop owners and tradies who sometimes just shrug and say "meh, I feel like fishing today instead". The only people who seem to take time out to enjoy life in Melbourne are the individuals who normally hang out in Brunswick, sipping coffee while polishing the large number of metal door knockers they've attached to their face because it's trendy to make yourself look like a road sign. A.K.A Airport security's worst nightmare. My life has become routine; Melbourne can boast a lot of things, it's the centre of fashion and innovation, it's a hip and trendy skillet of hot ideas and culture, but the part of me that says "I don't know what's going to happen next" died as soon as I set foot into the airport terminal. Its come to the point where I do know what's going to happen next, it's written down in my daily planner beside 'brunch with Einstein'. There is so much "big picture" here that the little unimportant, yet wonderful things like drinking beer on the beach get lost along the way. It's a place where the focus is on the destination, not on the journey. "Let's go out" "Where?" Who cares? It's not the bar that makes the evening, it's the people we choose to spend the evening with that are important. But in saying this there are many admirable qualities about this place that set it worlds apart from the life I left behind. There is a determination in people here that is wonderful to be around; there is never a moment to sit still, and therefore no minute left to dawdle and fritter away precious time. Everybody wants to make something of themselves, and I have come across very few people who have just shrugged their shoulders and let fate march over the top of them when life throws the kitchen sink at them. I've taken a lot of inspiration from that, and soon the QLD complacency will be beaten into submission and my album will finally find its legs. 5 years late. I'm taking my time with it though, a debut should never be fleeting. It needs to set a benchmark; I remember someone discussing Jay-Z's album reasonable doubt, and they mentioned something quite profound. A sophmore album takes 12 months to complete because of commitments and demand, a debut on the other hand is the accumulation of 20 years of life experience. A lifetime in the making. There will always be one 'Illmatic', and although I could never hope to be greater than Nas, I can only hope that I feel the same way about my debut that i'm sure he feels about his. It may be a case of people saying "dude, that's too long to wait", but fuck it, why waste my time trying to muscle into the scene with a product that's half arsed? You only get one debut. I feel that being in Melbourne I'll get to that point very soon, I just need to find my feet. Thank you all for hanging in there. Tax