emergency drive across town, i'm about 56 hours without a really good sleep but i feel fantastic, although my cough has got worse, i did forget about a special dinner tonight, i have to make bondi in an hour for margos birthday. i make it on time and we all end up at the nice japanese place on the corner, i sit next to tim powles and it's the first time we have a conversation, normally he just see's me and walks over, opens the venue door and lets me watch the sound checks to all the church gigs and although i've spoken and become friends with marty and steve tim has always been elusive so it is my privilege to sit with him tonight and discover that he is a really brilliant individual, really great company. we talk about 'stuff' about the changing brain since the advent of computer technology and the separation that exists in nature between day and night should exist in technology, where we unplug for 12 hours each day, we speak about the church and touring, about steve's notoriously strong spliffs, we laugh a bit at the cluster fuck and i explain how to negotiate one. tim listens, he is interested in this, i'm surprised but he's receptive to my idea.
i tell him about the hang, it's an instrument the church would like, a perfect sound vibration.
margo looks good, her partner ben has done a fantastic job, sue cee and her friend are there, i drive her friend home, she's a church fan to, from melbourne, we promise to become face book friends. william the radiophonic scientist from painkiller is there.
steve and i chat, i get a call from my cousin eagle, he's going to call me back tomorrow.
we eat cake, sing happy birthday, walk margo back to her new joint, say goodbyes.
i drive home, sleep comes fast, deep and penetrates like a sponge absorbing oblivion.