Back to the futu...well, the past, actually.

Hmm, another retrospective weekend. I don't apologise for this- as far as I can see, it's all part of one wide spectrum, and any part of it can and should be enjoyed by anyone.
Anyway, I mentioned the Little Murders reissue earlier this week- it's getting an official launch at the Tote on Friday.

That should be a fine sweaty night, and it's only $10.00
On Sunday afternoon, a bunch of folks are gathering at the Corner for a one-off (yeah I know everyone always says that, but I think this time it's actually true) reformation show by the Ears.

Hot on the heels of the recent "Dogs In Space" re-release, this promises to be pretty big. And it's being co-presented by Dolores San Miguel- if that's not a mark of quality for the era in question, I don't know what is.

New Year's Eve.

I'm back.
Not usually up for much on NYE these day- it's an amateur drinker's fest. The competition is poor, but the field is large.
Went over to Richmond early in the evening and ate way too much excellent Vietnamese food. A bit later, I watched through a taxi window as a swarm of fruit bats came across town to feed, just as the 9.00pm fireworks were starting along the river bank.
Then fireworks on the beach- I'm sure someone in a boat out on the bay tried to hit the police helicopter with a flare gun at 11.55- and home. The fireworks were pretty corporate and all, and there was a crappy dance party going on too. But on the way home we ran into a local homeless guy sitting on a bench. He had an open stubbie of Coopers Pale Ale clutched in one hand, and three more in a plastic bag between his feet, and seemed to have the right spirit going on.