Do all of the things.

It's been (and continues to be) a pretty busy weekend.

Em and I have spent a lot of time so far has been spent planning and putting together our radio show for Tuesday night. We spent Saturday morning each selecting and whittling down our 50 - 55 minutes of music from our vast music library. Once we got our tracks together we did a quick show and tell about our selections before heading off into town. Last night when we got home we got stuck into the serious work of trying to turn the mess created by our broad and disparate musical tastes into 2 hours of vaguely listenable radio. I'm really pleased with the results this week and am looking forward to doing the show on Tuesday night. This morning I normalised the audio and burnt off the two CDs we use to cross-fade back and forth between tracks. I've still got a little work to do on that getting the running sheet organised but we're basically done and dusted and ready to get in the studio and do it live.

In between our radio preparation tasks we managed to squeeze in a pretty great Saturday afternoon in town. We kicked things off with a delicious lunch at one of my favourite vego/vegan eateries, Zenhouse, before enjoying a very successful afternoon of record and CD collecting at Clarity Records and Title. Then we headed over to the Crown and Anchor Hotel to check out the Rockabilly Rumble with Seb and Lauren.

Today I've got a fairly quiet morning but I'm going to check out a friend's experimental music gig at the Gallery of South Australia's Saatchi Exhibition and later
I'm going to see some great doom and post-rock bands at the Squatter's Arms.

Things don't look like letting up during the week either, with work at one job or another every day (and some nights) except Tuesday, when I've got a big morning lined up (that's a story for another post) and then the radio show in the evening.

And then we're into the mad, mad month of October with The Semaphore Music Festival, Doomsday Festival, Bastardfest, a million gigs and a billion birthdays (including my own). Fucking hell. No rest for the wicked.