An ode to St. Jerome

Dearest saint of Laneway fest,
Your shindig yes it was the best,
I have a friend that wore a vest,
Got proper drank, I do not jest.

On the stage or at the bar,
The music it was never far,
Stomach full of beer, lungs full of tar,
Dancing like a superstar.

Four tet four tet four tet four tet break a sweat.





[last photo by Alex W. ---> http://collectionsfromacupboard.blogspot.com ]


More laneway photos to come once developed...

I had to...

...post this post-haste.

A late note...

I'm just some dude. But check this out:

Smell Memory

You know when there's something in the air that hints at an image in your mind.

You wouldn't have remembered it otherwise.

I get that all the time.