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                |  Madder 
                  Lake's Andy Burns brings up another new track
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                  session with Madder Lake 12.5.12 - For a host of reasons it's not 
                  every day you get asked to put some harp onto a couple of Madder 
                  Lake tracks. For one Madder Lake hasn't been that prolific of 
                  late - unless you count the Aztec Music re-issues it's been 
                  decades since the last Madder Lake album was released. So, last 
                  Wednesday night I trucked on down to Ashburton to be met by 
                  the Lakes' Brenden, Kerry and Andy, (pic) and a miniature 
                  pomeranian (I think) whom I was told was the producer.
 Anyway, I manfully huffed and puffed and eventually came up 
                  with some stuff from which they assured me they could extract 
                  something useful. Afterwards they played me some of the other 
                  tracks - bloody crackers they were too!
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                | Party, 
                  party.. 
     1) Wazz 
                  orders some platters at the Plaka 2)  
                  Birthday boy Steve and his sexy entourage
 
    3) Chris 
                  dances with Teri at Steven's 60th 4) 
                  Steve blows out the candles on his cake
 Two 
                  birthday parties in a row has repercussions
 7.5.12 - I was looking forward to Friday night. I'd 
                  been invited to help celebrate Dr Marg Sellers' birthday (pic 
                  1) at the Plaka (Greek) restaurant in East Ivanhoe. I'd 
                  brought along one of the Heathcote Gold bottles of shiraz that 
                  Jeremy very kindly left me after his sojourn at my place and 
                  this, combined with the stubby of Greek beer, may well have 
                  been my undoing. I felt alright when I got home, but when I 
                  went to bed I realised that my heart was just a little too excited 
                  to let me sleep. The knowledge that I had a big day ahead probably 
                  just added to my apprehension and the next morning I arose with 
                  perhaps a couple of hours of fitful dozing behind me.
 I rolled up at the Box Hill Golf Club and loaded in the PA and 
                  other paraphernalia, grateful for the help of Vermont Street's 
                  Eric Yap. It was Chris' fellow Vermont St resident Steven's 
                  60th and I'd been booked to play (solo) as part of the elaborate 
                  birthday celebrations. Actually it was a gift gig - I've not 
                  been pro-active in pushing myself as a solo act and so it was 
                  an opportunity to bone up on the Rudd repertoire, which is different 
                  again to the other combos', and push through the nerve barrier 
                  to an essentially uncritical audience.
 And that's the way it worked. Everybody had a good time - Steve 
                  made a dramatic stage-managed entrance flanked by Teri's glamorous 
                  daughters (pic 2) and there was lots of karaoke (a 
                  Vermont St specialty) and Chris eventually danced with Teri, 
                  (pic 3) (the Vermont St supervisor) after declining 
                  to join in for most of the day.
 I should really do this sort of thing more often.
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