been listening to a lot of War on Drugs today, a revisit of such, has been the best soundtrack to a roller coaster of a weekend, after playing our biggest show to date at St. Stephen’s Church in Sydney last night, and despite un-impressing a Sydney Morning Herald writer (sound issues aside); we plough on nonetheless, and keep learning eh? Strikes something in me though - and I’ll be clear about my full understanding of one’s opinion, freedom of speech etc - but how unsettling, how easy it is, today, to vomit one’s dislike or distaste for something onto the internet, knowing full well the artist eventually hears or reads, makes me wonder, no surprise artists end up losing their shit after relentless amounts of it. Maybe I’m one for calling a spade a spade, but also, liking what you like and leaving what you don’t, alone. Hmm. And here’s me at the airport, all-sentimental, holding back tears for Bowie, and the glimpse of the sweetest baby, reminding me what is important; I’ll make art for myself, for healing, processing, and as soon as I become every-one’s cup of tea; someone throw the towel in for me! Kapeesh? X!