The music was loud enough.

Cymbals were still crashing in my ears. After I shut the car door, there was only silence. And smoke.

I’m covered in it as I drive home. Smoke in my hair. Smoke in my clothes. Smoke in my eyeballs…

Another month, another ProjectBazooka gig at Laundry, where YuRi and I get 3 local bands to take the stage.

A year, press coverage, and 8 gigs later… we’re still mucking around with our Bazookas, thinking we can ”help the music scene”. Have we done any good? Why do I spend my free time working on Bazooka in the first place? What the hell is Project Bazooka supposed to be?

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and something tells me the ideas we’ve tried out, and the lessons we learnt, is only the beginning.

Will be writing more about this over the Christmas weekend…