Today Barry, Morgan and I had a show at the Swan. The sound was a bit off - people don’t understand that we’re meant to sound crap and try to make us ‘nicer’, which doesn’t work with the arrangements. We played pretty well, though. I also lent my guitar to the dude from 12-inch girth and scored a free light beer :-)

I scored a free light beer and had to wait around for an hour after my friends had left until I was OK to drive. 2 beers, one tipsy kid. That’s tragic.

Current worries:

My (new) job is up in the air because they’ve changed the roster without telling me, to Monday/Tuesday/Thursday. I’m pissed off because next Thursday we’re already booked at the Big Apple, and then I lose Sunday and the ~$170 that brings in. Pain in the bum :( It was such a good job last week.

My earplugs that reduce noise by 15dB might not be strong enough for wearing to rock concerts. Am I to fork out for a pair with 25dB reduction?

Jeez, I’m a worrier. a) Screw it. I can get another job, even one in the shade like a bottle shop job, if I try hard enough. Plus there’s touring to do, and that trip to Queensland I’ve been thinking about (where I live on bread and snake, like my father before me). b) Screw it. I’ll buy some conventional big flouro earplugs for concerts, and if they don’t work, then fine - let me go deaf. I’d wouldn’t really mind that much. Besides, abilties are for losing. This is what my sister doesn’t get: if I can say I lost my hearing doing something completely amazing, then that’s fine. If I risk elevated lead levels by using lead diving weights, and I have a good time diving, then fine. What are those extra years of health in old age worth if I have to miss out on the present to get them?

Well, I guess we’ll see about work tomorrow…