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Bound to Ramble...

Useless fact of the day: Cleopatra was a red head. (Explains a lot, really...)

I'm in a really good mood. I hurt, I'm broke, but I'm still in a good mood.

In early June I went down to Sydney for a day trip because I won tickets from MusicMax to see the recording of John Butler Trio for the next lot of Max Sessions.

I really enjoyed the day. The music was fantastic, and my day wandering around Sydney with nothing to do was a lot of fun as well.

After the recording they told us that the show would go to air Saturday the 28th of August, almost two months later.

Well, Saturday the 28th of August is this Saturday.

For all the previous Max Sessions, the show was on the Saturday, and then replayed on the Sunday, but in the week leading up to the show they focus a bit on that artist, and play more music from that one artist than normal, plus play a few of the songs from the actual recording as individual items.

Since yesterday morning I've had MusicMax on at home a lot more than normal, hoping they were going to do the same as previous times.

I caught my first recording from the session this morning.

I was just about to walk into the bathroom to have a shower before going to work, and the previous song on Max (playing on the TV in my bedroom) finished, so I stood at the door to the shower and waited to find out what the next song was. They play the little station filler, and then go to the next song.

I'm not quite sure what it is, so I look at the TV to see if I can spot anything I recognize. It looks remarkably like the Studio under the Sydney Opera House, where the Sessions are recorded. I walk back into my bedroom and have a look, and yes, it is the Studio, and more importantly, it is the John Butler Trio session.

I sit down on the bed, and watch and listen.

The song was Bound to Ramble and it was as good as I remembered it.

By the time it was finished (and it took a while, JBT don't play short songs when playing live) I had a silly grin plastered on my face, and I haven't been able to get rid of it.

I'm in a really good mood.

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paradigmshifty
Aug. 24th, 2004 04:37 pm (UTC)
Cleopatra was a red head.

And had a really nice asp...

(Hmmm, wonder if that makes her the first ASP programmer?)
halloranelder
Aug. 24th, 2004 06:18 pm (UTC)
Ow! That one hurt.
paradigmshifty
Aug. 24th, 2004 06:30 pm (UTC)
Feel lucky I didn't use the ASPI table one then :-)
the_metatron
Aug. 24th, 2004 11:13 pm (UTC)
Good moods are under-rated.

Seriously weird genetics going on in Cleo though.

And to quote an annoying ad while meaning it... "You looking after yourself?"
halloranelder
Aug. 25th, 2004 09:18 pm (UTC)
I haven't had a genuine good mood for a while, so I'm really enjoy this one (even if everyone keeps on reminding me that it's my birthday).

As for looking after myself, yes, I actually am. I'm stressing over a lot of things, but I'm doing my best to be good to me.

Thanks for the concern, it makes my good mood even gooder.
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