Nambucca burned last night. The basement and the pub have been destroyed. Some of the stuff in the homes above might be salvageable. Many people have been made homeless. An awesome space has ceased to exist.

My gigs list says I played there 9 times, but that’s a pathetic under-representation of what it means (meant) to me. The very day Million Dead decided to break up I went there for a drink, and Dave gave me advice on what to do. I met Adam (Tailors) on the roof and he taught me about Gram Parsons. I’ve spent countless nights there, sleeping or not, living the good life. I’m heartbroken.

Most importantly, though thankfully no one was hurt, a lot of people have lost their homes and their stuff. My thoughts go to them.