After a day of mooching around the house of our dear friends, Greg and Audra (Bless them), we hit the Palmy cafe on the Gold Coast. We again find ourselves becoming specialists at playing extremely cramped stages. Not that I have to worry. Playing pedal steel guitar comes with a guarantee of you getting all the real estate on stage you need. Ed, an avowed palm tree hater (in fact, a hater of all things tropical...) played the gig wedged in a corner surrounded by a palm tree, fronds hanging over and around him like a scene from Day Of The Triffids.
Various members of the STILLSONS clan.