So all is silence, all is at sea. This is not averse, it is true story, all a bit shanty. Ubanov’s and Aitelya’s family album, the one Miss Sled with the twelve tracks beloved in Berlin, is catching an ark to Australia and is taking sweet aggravated time. Why I should not put my box in the air, I do not acquaint anyhow. With my Russian package, I am very bitte, allow any sailor to pick up and express laid-back below deck.
So our CDs are salted away, very far from land ahoy. Maybe they arrive tomorrow, maybe months, I have been waiting game and depressing and not writing blog. My rock melancholy is, I was there in Berlin, I could have sent in 99 Luftballons! O Nina, bail me out. How weighted down I am to arranging release while being airhead!