Splitting in Five...

Or so it seems. Head aches, throat is sore from coughing up the last, intransigent clots of phlegm from the cold acquired in Antwerpen, and mind is thoroughly blown from the mountain road trek from Zagreb to Split. So many villages erased from the map... Hundreds of houses still bearing the scars of the 1991-1995 war. I've never seen so many fucking bullet holes in my life... Waiting for the gig to begin here at Klub Kocka.

Despite everything, I have a good feeling about tonight. We must jettison all but the elemental - tonight we entertain.

More Soon,

Tom