The shape of things to come...

Hola to the big wide world! The wheels of fate have begun turning. Certain little things are starting to come to fruition. I can see the beginnings of a path in this fetid jungle. I have been offered a job! Yay! I have accepted it, in principle. I have to wait until they send the paperwork through, including the dreaded AWA. So I won't say much more on it until i've read the devil in the detail. But I am excited. This job, if all works out, is one of the main reasons for my relocation to the southern latitudes. The other main reason was to find a new band. As I previously mentioned I have a contact who is possibly looking for a new bass player, due to misgivings about their current bassist. This is, at the moment, has not been stated to their current bass player. They are playing a gig next weekend and i've been invited to come along and meet the rest of the band, a sort of recon mission for both sides. The only problem is I am supposed to be going to the Meredith festival next weekend. Though there is this nagging impulse to ditch the festival and meet with the band. Work before play. The thought that if this is what I want, I have to make a few sacrifices. And this is what I want, I want to play again, I want to create again, I want to be part of something - not part of nothing. My contact (who is a member of the band) made this cryptic comment when we were discussing music and the band and bass players and surprisingly choices in shirts said "All signs point to yes." I have checked out the band's web-site and myspace page, and I like what i've seen and heard. Lots of fun alcohol fuelled balls-to-the-wall dirty rawk n' roll. Now is a time for action.

J.