Right after we played with Forbidden Joe in Devonport, most of Clan Torkington came down with a terrible virus/cold thingy. The kids and I had bronchitis, Nat had something else, no-one is quite sure what. But, we were sick. As a result, we didn't play any music for a very long.

Worst for me was the effect of the bronchitis on my throat. I couldn't sing a note. My throat felt like it was lined with powdered glass, and any attempt to sing resulted in scratches and squeaks and other unrecognizable sounds. It was terrible. But after two months, we seem to be more or less over it. We've had three big practices this week, and I don't know, I think we sound pretty good.

Music is becoming more and more like riding a bicycle, even after not touching it for a long time, it all comes rushing back. What fun. Now we're all looking forward to Whangateau and the markets. Also hoping to book a gig at the Leigh Sawmill in early May. And don't forget the Leigh Primary School Carnival, which everyone is required to attend and spend all their money.

Posted by Jenine