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The tide has turned.

The drought has broken.

The city of Sydney is back in the good books.

How quickly things can change.

After a shakey start, our hands bound in red tape, and the perceived threat of consequences playing havoc with our judgement, we managed to find a middle ground, a common vibration. We carved our own environment from that which was presented to us.

Exhale.

After not performing anywhere on saturday ( heartbreaking at the time), bruised but not broken, the last two days have made up for it. Playing your tunes on Circular Quay is one hellava way to make a living. And when I say "make a living" I could just as easily have said "one hellava way to survive". We definitely earn every sale but the insights we are gaining into how we operate in the face of various circumstances, priceless.

One thing that comes to mind right now is that it's never ever over. Ever. Long after the fat lady has sung, there is always another opportunity to go deeper into the fire. And the result is always unimaginable until it became a reality.

We were warned twice by the rangers today for our volume. One more complaint means trouble. We waited, we talked, we thought, we forgot, we were inches from packing up, but didn't, then played our asses off. Who would've known 50 odd year 12 schoolgirls would show up and scream and dance for over an hour and we'd sell over 60 CD's on a Monday night.

In being unreasonable, magic is possible.

mike