As always…

…the thought of leaving this place now that I am here seems absurd. Somewhere in the bowels of Sydney international airport as I type, Ross and Ash are all angles through the customs gate back out into the world and I sit here on the coast on my new laptop hoping that I make the grade in their absence. Working on my tan line and eating hard green apples.

A laptop. A Luddite living large. Thanks Delux.,he got it for me and hour before I was due to leave on this trip with my baby brother. Filled it with 5 years of our collective band life and told me to do my worst. I am floundering in the deep end now. But on the more immediate level the salmon are running and I shall be standing suitably wind swept and Hemmingway with a big rod in my hands [get your minds out of the gutter] round lunch. Then all I need is a bullfight and my day will be complete.

Jr and the Lee fish are unwinding quite nicely, Jr has been cooking and I am loving it. We ended up on the beach 3 different times yesterday and I am looking like a piñata due shifting tan lines

I seem to be hyper aware of cruelty at the moment. I think of deluxe with his “Empty” entry in Uprooted. I think about how we would be livid if we saw someone treat those that we deign to love the way that we treat ourselves am also thinking how much sence to the point of a religious experience listening to Miles Davis is in this place.

I tell y’all what though. Getting quite sick of people who wont give themselves permission to be happy and who smoke so much weed that they never get anything together. My own vacillating depression annoys the shit out of me so I dunno why I must be made to bare witness to others like its some movie of the week. Thank you I will be going now.

Renato sends me involved text messages that can contain anything from Johnny Depps favourite poem to bad jokes. As I walked to the beach I received one telling me “I have been staring at you all day” Renato is our photographer at the moment. He once had an affair with Marianne faithful and I think that he called the new pictures “sassy”.

The single cover was an effort and a half but it’s all done and that’s all I give a fuck about.

Sassy? Jesus. SF4L
Michele.