So we finished Detour and then I went to Blues and Roots up at Byron for a fw days. Killer killer killer. George clinton was all time all time! Wailers were great and the Beautiful Girls were cool, but George Clinton blew me away. It was relentless, dirty, hard and fat funk. Just ridiculous. I had to sit down. For about two days.

My birthday was cool as, hanging with great mates up in Byron, watching the world go by and eating great food. I also went for one of the best surfs ever at Broken Head with a bloke called Woody. He is super duper cool, and his Mum has a teepee in the back yard next to her green tree frog sanctuary. That’s right, teepee. And breeding of green tree frogs. yep. Was wild.

As my mate G and I sat there on my birthday watching the world go by, a few things dawned apon us..

1 Byron bay is wall to wall with super cute, smart, exotic looking women. G had to go the physio because he put his neck out perving.

2 Life’s too short not to make every life experience as rich as possible. It’s your birthday? Make a big deal of it. It’s your turn to do the dishes? Dress up like spiderman, or do them in a wetsuit. Change it up. Make them experiences, rather than tasks.

3 Don’t make other’s actions about you.. Case in point, my mate Mike. He’s away from his girl at the moment on a snowboarding mission overseas, and just extended his trip by a week because there’s so much snow coming down over there still. His girl has flipped, making his actions mean to her that he doesn’t want to see her, and doesn’t take their relationship seriously. He does want to see her, he is very serious about being with her, but he just wants to go snowboarding some more. That’s all. She liked him in the first place because he went overseas and did things like go snowboarding, and now is getting upset at him for being who he is. You are a great person, but sometimes, it’s not actually about you, and that’s a comforting thought y’know?

4 Listen to The Meters. Plain and simple.

I have to get out of here, thanks for reading my drivel this far. Send me an email? Photos this week get a guaranteed reply.

 xx andrewgthatguyfromv@yahoo.com

Ok so it’s been positively yonks since we spoke last, and I apologise for that. I’ve been away, and back and now I’m typing so that’s a good thing. Basically I took a month off. I haven’t had a month off in four years, so it was much needed. When I returned, I felt just brilliant. You want some highlights of my travels? Japanese toilets.. not my pic but they looked like this
The Jerry Springer Opera in London. There were fundamentalist Christians out the front picketing the show it was so offensive..
I ate lots of Vegan food in LA and saw a Lakers game.
I drove across the Mojave desert and listened to Hanson’s middle of nowhere, it was quite appropriate.. That band rule.

I came back and now we’re on Detour.

Thanks to the crew who work their arses off to build the show every day. Thanks to everyone that’s come so far, you rule. Thanks to everyone who’s had a blast, you rule too. Thanks to everyone who helped us clean up, you’re the best. Thanks to everyone that made their own t-shirts, you blow me away.

If you’re coming down, please!
Drink water. Bring water. Eat food. Take a break form the barricade. Everyone that faints is putting themselves and the security who have to pluck you out at risk.. Please, have some consideration.
If someone falls down, pick them up.

And, If don’t like what we do, don’t come.
Three year olds in sandpits disrupt a situation and ruin things for everyone for selfish reasons. They are three, we forgive them. Anyone older than that and behaving in a similar fashion needs to grow up.
If you’re a guy between 13 and 23, I know it’s frustrating being male in this world, but seriously, if I can tell you anything, expend your energy wisely. These shows are WALL to WALL with cute girls looking fine, and looking for fun. Chasing phone numbers and flirting with girls will get you somewhere you want to be, trust me. Trying to show another bloke how tough you are doesn’t count for shit. Being tough doesn’t pay the rent. Being a hard arse doesn’t help you put food on the table. Pushing people over in the mosh pit is thinly disguised homo-erotic fun. Take your sexual energy somewhere else, sweaty man. No one cares about how tough you are, so you may as well try and score with the cute girl next to you who’s been secretly beggin you to look at her the whole show..

Oh, and by the way, it’s called DEODORANT and is not expensive. Please use some.

Whew! Scathing. Please direct all vengance and furious anger to andrewgthatguyfromv@yahoo.com
Love you all, thanks for letting me be so slack in updating this. Off to Newcastle today, can’t wait to see you all there.!!
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