*hack, cough, splutter*

*I have a sore throat, and am taking a sicky tomorrow. Talking makes it worse (I know from experience), so I will attempt not to talk until thursday, which should help. I will also attempt not to talk, sing or beatbox to myself, which are all things I do absently when I'm by myself and paying attention to something else. Gah. I will use this time to write a song without opening my mouth. Or possibly I'll just play computer games all day.

*Hopefully I'll be better by Saturday, because that's Brewhaha. The bands are Backy Skank, The Casino Rumblers, The Lyrical Madmen, The Signals & Steppin` Razor. And it's free, and right near my house, so you should all come, damnit! 12 - 5, even leaving time for evening engagements, of which I myself have one.

*Once upon a time, I walked into the cabaret at the cockatoo island festival and saw and odd quartet named Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen. Their site has music, but sadly none of their stage presence.

*Tull, if you're searching for The Search for Meaning, you left it in my bag, along with a card. I shall deliver whence next we meet.

*I know that was an incorrect usage of "whence". If you're a pedant and you cannot stand it, just imagine me in tights with no brain and a wig affecting a highly camp thespian voice. Wait. Don't do that.

*At least four people who read this have recently had birthdays. Happy Birthday to them!

*I've been listening to the Magnetic Fields a lot.
papa was a rodeo
mama was a rock 'n' roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer
before I learned to stand

Plans.

Hands up! Who is thinking of going to Continuum in July?