Waifs

tonight is the Waifs concert.

Sunset over Palm Beach in north Sydney, eating fried camembert flecked with sand and playing on the swings by the water. a pearl kingdom in my mind, skinnydipping by the moon's pale glow and then driving back in that awkward Landy, listening to the Waifs. I stored them then, in my teenage memory and found them on subsequent trips to Sydney and also hidden Melbourne record shops. The pearl kingdom floated away, back up towards Darwin and beyond...
I wonder what the Waifs will sound like in Kentish Town.