blackmail

I’ve been sick the last couple of days with some stomach thing, which thankfully seems to be wearing off. Eating is still a bit sketchy and causes a lot of rumbling, but nothing to worry about.

In my semi-incapacitated state I had the silly idea of letting you take a peek at the skeletons in my closet of 80s stageclothes. Why? I don’t know. Do I ask you why? Anyway, if any of you think that you can blackmail me with any of these, I can only tell you it won’t work. I’m over it and have accepted those posing days of yore.

[Sidenote of potentially embarassing information.—In the early days of my playing, before I was in a band, I used to put on similar stage-type garb to practice (in my room) along with my favourite albums. A friend had a name for it; Basement Rockstars™. We didn’t play anywhere, but we were gods in the basement.]

city photos

I was in the city over the weekend and took a few photos. Far more than you will ever see since most of them suck. I need to learn to drink less coffee if I’m going to be taking photos. I can’t hold still.

Anyway, the latest collection is up. Enjoy.