There was a line in last night’s underbelly that went;

“The best thing about Sydney, is the road out of it to Melbourne, Dave.”

He was talking to a guy called Dave, so hence the “Dave” on the end. So I thought, maybe he’s right? Maybe Melbourne is the place to be from now on.

So I’m packing up my things with a few fond memories of Sydney, and some exciting times ahead. Whenever I make serious decisions I get the little devil and the little angel on my shoulder. One positive and the other negative and they dance around each other for a bit, throwing in the odd comment, until there is this big stand off. That’s when it’s decision time and things get serious. Like when I throw a chicken wing down for my dogs. Happy fighting becomes something else. “Dog eat Dog so they say”.

I just tend to think, that Melbourne is more suited to me. The pubs, music, AFL and a more relaxed feeling. I’ve always loved being down there. Plus I can see my favourite band more frequently Epicure.

So I’m desperately searching for a final gig. The last stance as a Sydney singer/songwriter (i’m going to lose my google status!). Of course it won’t be the last gig ever in Sydney is just likely to be the last one that I restring my guitar whilst on the couch, gather up my pedals, pat my dogs, and drive to the venue for.

I’d love for you to come once I find the venue.