There was this big oak tree…on the path into The Big Chill festival. As my friend sat in it, one leg in one leg out, I knew what I had to do. 5 mins later,there was a layer of soft orange brown rotten inner bark that was very comfortable. It was lovely and comfortable and I kinda sunk into it for awhile. It was hard to leave.
I work with a guy called Cougar Swift and we have been after a bass player of standing for longer than we care to mention. Cougar writes poetry and music. Please have a listen to what he does at
Hi R kid, your gonna have to explain this tree pic story to me one day.
There was this big oak tree…on the path into The Big Chill festival. As my friend sat in it, one leg in one leg out, I knew what I had to do. 5 mins later,there was a layer of soft orange brown rotten inner bark that was very comfortable. It was lovely and comfortable and I kinda sunk into it for awhile. It was hard to leave.
I work with a guy called Cougar Swift and we have been after a bass player of standing for longer than we care to mention. Cougar writes poetry and music. Please have a listen to what he does at
http://www.myspace.com/cougarsband
If you would be interested im meeting sometime in Newcastle for a chat, drop me a line. Love what you do; you are on a singular vibe.
Thanks
Heather