So here we are, on the trail from Melbourne to Adelaide, music blaring in the moon bus as the sun goes down over the South Australian mountainside. This particular road trip began a week after we got back from our wild two month adventure across the sea. We started touring through the central coast to the oxford at Wollongong, played our first ever headliner to a wholesome crowd at the Annandale in Sydney and jammed to the kids at Manly youth centre. After all the madness in the city and getting to know our new buddies The Bungalows (killer band), it was time to hit the slopes for a week in perisher. Snowstorms were pelting down in the middle of the day as we'd head up the mountain and slide back down cutting powder like Shaun White (the biggest kooks on the fields doing the poostance all the way). Awesome. That was that, and we were royally rooted after using muscles we never thought we had, played a gig at Station Resort, and hit the toad again for Melbourne. The Espy's always a good place to jam, and the joint was packed to the last piece of wooden floor for the Deep Roots fest. Then we rolled to play the East Brunswick club, Frankston pier live and Baha in rye, a mexican bar with a little stage and a brilliant crowd of locals on wednesday night. In the midst of all this we had our mates Revolver and Sun and The Blackwater Fever on the road with us sharing stages and fart stories. Complete gold. Both exceptionally cool bands. We did The Loft in Warrnambool to a few bogans and tonight we're about to down a countery at the Ed Castle in Adelaide, go mental (Happy b'day Dan) for a bit on stage and head to Newcastle. Can't wait for the run of home gigs from Port Macquarie to the Sunny Coast. No more wooly jumpers, blocked noses and dirty socks. Until next time, I'm sending whoever's reading a bundle of love from all of us here on the moonbus express.. Jesse