I've gotten settled into the new house which is known as the 'ghetto'. I believe it used to be a homeless squat before we moved in, which I would believe and which also brings that extra spicy uniqueness to the whole experience. I've got to say it feels fucking great being close again to my friends and not having to do that mission from Beenleigh to the city all the time.
Lately, I've been up to the same old thang...

A weekly bluesfest trip to byron came my way...


Me with Rakaa Iriscience. He was the man.
Butchdaddy, myself and the weatherman, Evidence!
Dj Babu, although he doesn't seem to focused on my photo haha. 



At Bondi (supposed to be a mermaid, with boobs and a penis) ahah


Roots Manuva was a huge let down that I didn't even stay to watch the set. Harmonic 313 is sick (drum and bass). I think from this trip I'm going to listen to a lot more Mayer Hawthorne. Red and Method man were awesome, although I wish there wasn't such a huge crowd!
And goodbye Sydney!! (The place with crazy drivers, speed cameras and ticketies). 
