i'm at some sort of gathering, its in the bush but there's a log cabin plush restaurant type structure where steve kilbey is about to play in the garden, out he appears guitar in hand, just as the sun is going down, a small group watch and cheer and clap, he plays a few tunes, all brilliant, new stuff, some old, we all laugh and clap at his jokes and stories. glen and i have taken some mescal and we are giggling as steve sends us a knowing wink.
afterwards we head into a room and smoke some spliffs and there's lots of laughter chatter and weird stuff going on, time seems to pass. i awake to the dawn, steve, walks out and climbs on top of the restaurant roof, he starts to play some more music and we all gather below to watch. it's fantastic.