today_i_redicovered_love dB Please forgive me if I act a little strange for I know not what I do. These were the words that greeted me today. I know that it is odd to hear me speak of something nice but today I rediscovered love. My love of music, my love of percussion, syncopation and everything about what I do. Last week I got a call from a singer who is the greatest female singer on earth, who I tried to get out of working with because I felt my talents in percussion were pale in comparison to her talents and that I'd only hold her back. She refused my resignation saying I was the best drummer she'd ever heard. This I only took as mere politeness, and I still do. Anyway, she rang me last week to say that she had a couple of new musicians to try out for our band. Today I shipped my drums up to Karori to some house of some guy I didn't even know to play a few songs. All four of us went away from that session dumbfounded. Astonished at each others abilities and at our own talents that we never knew we had. I always knew Jane was a brilliant singer, but today, through Owens (our bass players) makeshift PA system she fucking shone like the sun. Jon, our new guitarist showed talents that even he didn't know existed. He's Mark Knophler, Jimmy Page, Jimi Hendrix and robby Krieger rolled into one. Owen, well I couldn't hope for a better companion to join me in the rhythm section on bass. He's way older than the rest of us, but he brings a swing into the rhythm that I couln't hope to do on my own. This is my new band. And this time I have a feeling. After years of being alone in the music scene, playing to a nil audience trying to be the best at what I do, I know am not alone. I have three great companions to join me in this voyage that just might be able to do the one thing that I've wanted more than life, and even more than death... to be able to play music for a living. To take people out of their lives for one fleeting four minute moment and give them a little rest from the everyday crap that grinds them down. And maybe get that one thign that every musician craves more than anything, just to be heard. Somehow I know that this is my final shot. It's a million to one chance. But as we all know, million-to-one chances come up trumps nine times out of ten. Please forgive me, if I act a a little strange for I know not what I do. Feels like lightning running through my veins. Evey time I look at you. 010929 ... farmfish david gray, white ladder. my best to you dB. 010929 ... j_blue love_dies 010930 ... girl_jane Summer is here. 020525 ... starved every time i rediscover it it runs away again 020526 what's it to you? who go blather from