And still you doubt me

But they were defunct.
I worked my amazing magic, casting a spell with a
“wouldn’t it be cool if they were like

not dead, but
just temporarily frozen in carbonite, and then
they came back and performed live and
I saw them…”
And POWjustlikethat

God saw that it was good.

So yeah. Due to see a local band tomorrow night. They’re performing as part of NZ Music Month. Their former drummer used to work where I did. Er...do, still. Dammit. Anyway, when he left, he left some of his band’s music on his computer and the guy who replaced him found it and liked it and then later shared it with me, but by time that happened they’d already, like, well they were living overseas, all in different countries.

But now they’re back. Performing a free concert in this tiny pub in the city. The guy who got me into them was excited, then deflated to learn that he has to go to some sheep-shagging farmer’s party tomorrow night out in the country instead.

So I don’t want to go alone, so I called up Harmonica Dude. He lives out west now, so don’t see him as much. Thought it would be cool to catch up for a few drinks, catch a band.

Why does he turn out to be the only friend I have who can’t drink because he’s on medication?

Fuck it. You drink the soft drink, I’ll drink the hard drink. And I’ll be in scotchland afore ye…

Rock on.