Greetings, my dear and patient readers.
I have been away from Daybook (or Ubi Sunt, as it is soon to become) for a month. It is summer, and I still have trouble managing the 60-hour week, though important things are getting done now with a regularity that has shown kind of momentous effects.
Eugene and I are about to demo 10 or so songs. We will shop these around, angling for an album deal, but we’ll also throw a couple on a demo disc so we can go for lots of gigs, starting around the inner burbs and moving out. Naturally them ditties will be downloadable hereabouts very soon, and we also plan to throw demo discs around at gigs.
This morning, Drew and I backed off to flatmate status, officially, for the moment. His plate is pretty damn full also. You don’t exactly ‘break up’ a 10-year open relationship; you just go into and through another phase.
What that’s to be or how long it’s to last… *shrugs jadishly* …we shall soon enough learn. We remain flatmates and close friends and…
