Sailor and I are taking a cold dusktime backyard break from a long day spent preparing taxes. I finally have backing bands lined up for my upcoming Australian shows next month. The Fumes will join me in Sydney — they’re young, and raucous in a Queens of The Stone Age kinda way. And I’ll have a big ol’ band for Bluesfest. Now that those plans are sorted out, I can start dreaming about the South Pacific sunlight on my face. And the ultra-vivid colors. The surf, the surfing, the flat white coffee, the radiant people.

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