It is a glorious summer evening and tomorrow is Christmas which sounds like a joke but is actually true. Always a difficult and complicated time of year - my family seems to be managing extremely well.

The Chotto Matte myspace page is up and has a couple of samples from our last rehearsal at GM studios. All recorded on my trusty zoom H4 so the quality is good but totaled like a car crash on a country road as the sun chases away the night. if you wanna take a look then go to:

http://www.myspace.com/chottomattemusic

I wrote some poetry on the train today and no one wanted to hear it when i dropped in to work so i'll post it here and if you hate it you can keep your stupid opinion to yourself.

it clicks and it clucks, the echo of a thousand brooding ducks,
He wore a long short wasn't she waving when they were,
Pickles eaten pixies poke and play amongst my fur,
the sun is gone the moon is grey a finger finds the crux,
yet i still hear the echo, of a thousand brooding ducks.

There. Whatever. Maybe i'll use it as song lyrics one time. Write your own and tell the world you pigs!

I think Chotto Matte will be playing again on the 22nd of January at the Glasshouse (51 Gipps St Collingwood) so i'd love it if you could trot on over and sniff the flowers. It will be weird to play again after a month rest... but i think it will be good to sit aside and return to the place we found before and make our broken toys do talking.

Have a safe and happy Christmas or whatever you celebrate. I don't buy gifts since i hate shopping for other people. I guess it is a good excuse to get together and have a lot of food and drink and forget about other stuff if you can. For some it is a cruel reminder. My cd burner is broken and there are some important people i wont see tomorrow. The distance and the tides keep us apart. I weep for that.