At the moment I don't even know why I am writing this, but here I am anyway.

Played a gig full of problems last night: guitars that decided to detune themselves, a voice that refused to work properly (mine of course), and an audience that didn't seem to know why they were there. Its times like these when I wonder if I'm supposed to be doing this at all... of course thats just the depression of a bad night talking, but its still there in the back of my mind. Christian music is so full of bland rubbish, its almost makes me sick... there's very little musical innovation in Australia (or at least its well hidden)...everyone conforms to this world and is not transformed by the renewing of their minds... time will tell, because we all know who wins in the end.

I'd hate to think of how I would feel if I did not know The Perfect One; life would be based on the results of happenings, and not on a realationship that will never fail. I probably shocked whoever was listening last night when I told them that everyone they meet will fail them at some point... It gets to me that people would rather hear a comfortable lie than an uncomfortable truth (I avoided using Al Gore's lingo)...