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Newsletter numero uno.

It’s late and I don’t have a lot to say besides greetings and thank you for being here. I hope to write a couple of interesting stories for all you readers. I will include images too as I am on hiatus from the gram.

The last few days I have been hurriedly packing. I’m 22 and all of my belongings (bar drums) fit in the back of my Holden Frontera. You’d think this would be a freeing feeling … my car has become my entire home, and it seems fragile as a snail’s shell.

The snail should be packed up by tomorrow, we begin the drive East on Wednesday.

Everything is looking good.

At the dinner table tonight, by Siân (my mum).

This particular newsletter is named after a seventies tuberide song by the same title. I have been living in my tuberide t-shirt since the gig on Friday night.

It gives me some kind of strength. I need all I can get right now.

If I remember correctly they tune their guitars to a certain frequency which gives you this feeling. Listen and you might feel it too.

Here is Alex Knost of seventies tuberide.

Goodnight everyone, we will talk again soon I suppose.

Love, Sid