Deja Vu

Though I think deja vu is more when you have a feeling that a situation is unnervingly familiar and not the exact same thing happening again. Now I think that’s called good/bad luck depending on the situation. In our case, it was definitely bad.

Yes, we had to cancel again. Because it was raining. Again. Come on October! You’re so much better than this. I would also like an opportunity to build up my resistance to the sun before the weather reaches the levels where everyone ends up scorched. Nor do I want a situation where the weather gets pushed so far back that I can legitimately have my first ever pool party for my birthday. Which is in July. Which is so wrong (unless you live in the northern hemisphere. There, I guess that’s normal).

So here it is, water cycle. We have two more outdoor gigs this year – one later this month and the other early December. Do. Not. Let. It. Rain. Unless of course someone really needs the rain and then in that case if you can give us a rain-free window to set up, play and pack up, we’d really be much obliged. And when I say rain-free, I mean wide open blue skies, sun beating down, birds swooping and calling, bees buzzing. Essentially what we’re going for here is a sun splashed childhood memory scene stolen from a made-for-TV movie. You know the ones, where the kids are running barefoot across a meadow, chasing butterflies and laughing and everything is bathed in this golden light? That. I want that. But the Australian version (where you substitute a meadow with a dry paddock and the butterflies with plain old flies. Which instead of chasing you swat. And the light is not so much golden as it is blinding). So if you could please deliver, that would be really great. Though with the amount of rain we’ve had I think we’ve earned a default to the meadow version.

No more deja vu! Just vuja de. Where the familiar suddenly becomes strange and foreign. On second thoughts, scratch that. That sounds like the beginnings of a horror movie. Possibly involving a lot of clowns.

Don't Rain on My Parade

Except it already did. As you may know, due to poor weather we had to cancel our last performance. Which is a shame because Araluen is always such a lovely venue to play at, though probably not so much if it is bucketing down. These things happen and as much as you’d like to control the weather, you can’t. Though let me say, if I could, it would have stopped dropping to 5 degrees at night a long time ago. It’s now October!

Still, it’s not too late to catch us before the end of the year (I know, we’re already using statements like that). In a week (Saturday, 8th October to be precise), you can find us at the Karagullen Expo from 2-4pm, playing an excellent selection of music. Hopefully we’ll have a bit more luck with the weather (it’s October! It has to be better!).

I don’t know about you but I am definitely ready for some proper Spring weather. So far it has been disappointing. Let’s just say if I had paid for it I would be asking for a refund. If it was a meal, I would send it back to the kitchen (especially if I had cooked it). If it was a book, I would still probably read it but definitely not recommend it to anyone. If it was a movie, playing on the big screen, I would sit there bored, struggling to stay awake (but not walk out as that would draw far to much attention to myself even though it’s dark and no one can see me). I think you get my point. Still, there’s two months to go so perhaps things will turn around for Spring. All I can say is it better. I would like an interlude between complaining about the cold and complaining about the heat.

So you can rain on our parade and we will probably pack up and go home (or not come out in the first place, which is my preferred option). But we will be back. Because it has to stop raining sometime.