There is nothing like your own bed after a long trip. Our perception of home is funny. For me, mine is in a few places. Across the sea and the place where my key fits the front door are both places I logically call home. Another is where I spent most of my holidays as a kid. Give me any excuse to explore the great state in which I live and I’ll take it. This is what I get out of hauling my arse halfway across oz for a gig – a reason to see a new place. Give me a reason to stop off at Nagambie and I’ll take the day off work just to do it. I’m back from doing just that. Although I was never a permanent resident of the area, it still feels like home. I know the area like the back of my hand and highly recommend the local bakery for their pasties and pies (of which I don’t normally consume but these ones are so good that I can’t really help myself)
It’s a shame that there are no venues in the area, (although I think the Lake Nagambie hotel does have a function room)it seems kind of superfluous to drive an hour and a half for lunch, but I’m actually considering doing it more often. I doubt anyone I used to know in the area would recognize me now. I wasn’t exactly a red headed, potty mouthed, tattooed little shit 10 or so years ago, but still, it feels like home. Home is where the heart is, as they say and since rediscovering that there may actually be something inside my chest other than the black hole that I’m confident was previously a NASA experiment I think part of mine belongs there. As for the rest of it – who knows? Across the water somewhere, I think.
Song Of The Day is Teenager Of The Year by Lo Tel. It’s one of the songs that manages to change my mood, no matter what mood I’m in. It’s like Joy Division in five seconds. The inside of my head suddenly looks like the clouds I drove into on the weekend. It makes me feel the exact way I did when I was 16 – exactly like driving into those unexpected miserable rain filled clouds.
help me, calliope 