
The space for which evolution can occur. Even in no-good, nothing-to-do towns such as this!

The space for which evolution can occur. Even in no-good, nothing-to-do towns such as this!

I will deal with it tomorrow. I'll settle up with the afternoon. so much packing and sleep deprivation, I do what I can.

Extricate the people that don't let you fuck up and fail. It's your job to teach yourself life lessons, not their's.

Revisiting all my old NYC haunts to bid farewell. Not bad for someone who never says goodbye.


yeah, got a bit nervous and didn't eat for two days. as a result my performance was shakey and not very deliberate. henry took me around the city, the venue shaped like two giant fly-eyes (which, I learned, is also australian slang for testicles, thanks to darren hanlan), with a perfect half-moon above. still jet lagged, going to sleep unreasonably early and waking up at 3am, it all added up to the classic road-haze, thousand yard stare.
you can't tell from the photo but jack ladder is 6' 6". it was always funny lowering the mic stand after his performance. aaron runs spunk records in australia and rules the surf. jens is a singer-songwriter from sweden, also on spunk.
this is from the second show. I overcame stagefright by spending the day with a new friend, checking out all the beaches in the area. awe-inspiring and awesome!
Not sure if this message will go through, but I'll try anyway.
Get help. I was stuck between two incredibly fat, elbowy people and shrieking babies for twenty hours. TWENTY HOURS.

Maybe I'm halfway there, but already the flight buggers me to no end. Too many people on top of me, touching me. I'm not down with that shit.