Just back from a gig by NZ heeeeroes Pitch Black.
Now eating toast. Mmmm. Toast. With Vegemite. Mmm. Toast with vegemite.
Ahhhh.
Reminded of last time I saw Pitch Black play – at the legendary gig Freefall in, what was it, ’97? Where PB shared the stage with the Nomad, Salmonella Dub, Roots Foundation Sound System and of course the one and only Jet Jaguar. I remember it as the single best dance-music experience I’ve ever had. I pretty much danced non-stop from the first beat to the last – I wasn’t drinking in those days, so I didn’t need to take a break for, well, anything, and I was there alone so I had no-one to answer to but the music. Damn good.
Bloody hell, the site is still up.
Toast finished now. Er. It’s nearly 3am. I have to get up in 4 hours. That’s me, devil-may-care wild party animal that I am! Now, where did I put my slippers? Zzzzz