Well it's official, I'm counting my chickens before they've hatched. Time and again since moving to Victoria I have been denied the joy of joining a band, and well, sticking with it. It has nothing to do with devotion, however it's everything to do with being super flaky for many months, which I guess is like devotion. Once the flakes peeled away to reveal my original form, I found that in turn everyone else was flaky. I have hope on the horizon now, but I dare not jinx it. So I ask any and all to cross fingers, toes and eyes, careful where you step now, and hope against all hope that things will work in my favour. The dream is to once again join a band, and if all goes well, physics, and I don't mean inertia, I mean physics as a night class, doesn't get in the way....
P(l)(r)ay ON!