I’m not quite digging in the dirt and I’m reasonably certain that even if I did, I wouldn’t find the places I got hurt, but Peter Gabriel was onto something with those lyrics so we’ll kick off with that.Continue reading →
As I woke up in Robert Ives’ living room in the wee hours of Monday morning with my shoes on, I pulled out my phone to take a photo of my face and back of my neck to make sure there were no scribblings. Happily I found none.Continue reading →
Needless to say the weekend was a shit show and I’m only now getting home. I’ll get a post written sooner or later, but for now, just stare into the majesty of one Scott Berg about to, as the kids say, “eat some dung”.