The rain keeps coming down in sympathy with the Ords providing a depressive atmos, but because we aren't wet behind the ears we march on regardless, knowing that all will be well again soon. Unfortunately all is not well for this next artist who is suffering from a condition called death. But his good spirit lingers in the air like next morning's botty booms after a night on the Crownies. If you like a little slide gee-tar, it's my pleasure to present...
