First of all, understand this: I’m not a natural blogger. I have to do serious battle with all manner of internal editorial voices every time I decide to post, so this blog is a labour of love and frustration; a hardship I endure on your behalf, kind readers, because you deserve to see the mindmap I drew two weeks ago when I first installed my all-governing whiteboard:
Mindmap to Peace

At this point, I’ve crossed off every item on that fine diagram (I told you about the marmosets last week), except for “Find a damn job you hippy”, which I promise you I’m working on (If you’re thinking of hiring me, I think that is an excellent idea and you should do it).

I’ve lucked out with my flat; I’m living with fantastic, friendly people who are almost never home. It’s the perfect combination of fun and quietness. I even have a courtyard, which is pretty dank and subterranean at the moment, but I’m working on a reforestation project, look at it!
The Secret Garden
Now, as far as Cavalcades goes, I’ve played at a couple of open mic nights: there was the Baobab Cafe‘s monthly “Baobab Roots” night on August 5th, and The Fringe Bar on the 10th. I’m constantly looking for more opportunities, I’m like an owl who prefers gigs to mice.

Send a comment or a tweet my way and I’ll be your owly friend forever,

Fraser

[Edit: I forgot to mention Broken Social Scene's show at the San Francisco Bath House last Saturday! It was wonderful. The friendliest moshpit. A sweaty sea of instant friends. The very best gig I have ever been to.]

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