Those damn insects…

Another night of playing at Timbre. As usual, Tuesdays see us playing in a more relaxed, chilled out environment, at East Coast. We’re normally visited by the regulars who live around the area, but let’s not forget to give a shout out to the natural inhabitants of the carpark itself. Namely, the flying insects.

It’s almost like a scene from National Geographic. Five guys thrust into the wilderness, exposed to attacks from flying insects who, although pose no dangers per se, seem to be exactly the size of my index finger, and with a tendency to fly towards us when we least expect it. So now you know. If you see the band squirming on stage, or suddenly breaking up into fits of laughter, it’s not because you’re wearing a curtain for a dress. It’s those damn insects.

(Sidetracking a little) As a band, our mood relies on our patrons, believe it or not. I cannot say how much the crowd affects us, because that would be breaking the musician’s code, but trust me when I say that if you look happy to see us, we’ll be more than happy to reciprocate.

So, I’d like to thank each and everyone of you who came down tonight, and made Tuesdays a little more bearable.

Except for those damn insects….

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