Dub, I understand the 'service'. Maybe not the night to dwell on...

Dub, I understand the 'service'. Maybe not the night to dwell on past attrocities. I recall going to a gig at the Guildford RSL or somewhere like that and seeing a band that literally blew me away. I left there with blood seeping from my ears. I drove home with my mate in my 63 Holden and we couldn't hear each other speak. What a night. It was a double bill of Midnight Oil and Jimmy and the Boys. Here are the Oils.

In remembrance.

Forgotten Years