Well I've just made posters for my next event. As our equus repertoire is filling out and after months of settling into a cohesive feel we're ready to re-emerge. A night at the dux on my birthday and just so as to keep the flow of performing the work we've so diligently recorded, I've decided to stage a night at the Loons. I get ridiculously excited about pulling these things together, it's 12.18 am and I'm still driven.

This week I learnt a great lesson on the road of becoming a definative artist (sounds pompos). As I was pitching the concept of my live music/talk show to a very accomplished director - I realised my ideas were crap (up the wrong tree), I couldn't get the words out and there was good reason. The reason being was I had projected in my mind, that to gain the appeal of an audience I should design a show that had a funny host. And despite being goofey at times, I'm far from a witty show host. I was quickly brought to my senses when the director said with annoyance in his tone, 'I just don't get this opening gag, say it again', that's when I realised I just didn't have it in me. As I was trying to formulate the concept to deliver, sounds squeezed through my larynx and inside my head I was screaming 'it won't work, it sux, just stop there, its pointless'. It wasn't as though I had fallen from grace instead I felt like I'd been clobbered. It took me a day to click to the fact that I had been running away from what I do best and how capable I know myself to be as a singer, spokesperson, facilitator, tutor - I spose any performance has elements of exposure and the newness of interviewing guests had me rattled. Afraid of not having the right apples for the pie and being laughed at, I was trying to find a formula, a safety net to make it all work. So my lesson then - it's old and unoriginal - stay true to thyself.