oh man, gentle reader, it is pretty rough going when you are in a band with a bunch of hot chicks and they decide that a jam session would be improved by consuming copious amounts of cask wine.
Nobody tell the Council of Men that I let them complement my New Romantic hairstyle with New Romantic style eyeliner.
NONE OF MY ENEMIES SHOULD RETAIN THAT KNOWLEDGE EITHER. I AM PUTTING YOU ON NOTICE, ENEMIES.
In conclusion, very little actual music was formulated. I have a vague memory of something that went along the lines of:
ACROSS THE COSMOS
and then it went into a wee rant about the late Barry Smith and loose-lipped aeroplane-flying Jewish businessmen. Don't be spilling all the beans, you schmucks!
I've been reading Second Warning by Barry Smith, which is all about how the [then upcoming] EFTPOS system is a prelude to the Mark of the Beast being bandied about on people's foreheads and arms all willy-nilly, which is in itself a prelude to the End Times. It's fascinating stuff for a couple of reasons. Firstly, Smith isn't afraid of just making shit up.
The opening chapter describes a plane trip he took in which the person in the next seat is a Jew who is more than happy to give the whole game away to a complete stranger. I don't want to doubt the veracity of his anecdotal evidence, but it seems to me that secret Apocalyptic plotters should not be in the habit of just telling random people the details of their secret Apocalyptic plots. Later, when more details are required, some other guy volunteers further details of the plot while the Smith family are having a picnic.
Secondly, it's interesting to note how accepted these conspiracy theories are in certain supposedly mainstream circles. I brought up Second Warning in conversation with an ex-Hillsong devotee the other day and they knew exactly what I was talking about, having seen Smith lecture at an Assemblies Of God event a number of years ago. I was like, "But isn't Hillsong just about singing and clapping your hands and occasionally shady dodgy dealings?"
But apparently they are well in to End Times theorems and the like. If only I'd ever finished reading People In Glass Houses by Tanya Levin I would have already known that (I presume?).
Powersuits and ponytails,
Million dollar land sales
Bought my tropical vacations
And they bought my house and bought my car
I got Jesus riding shotgun in my Maserati X-R