Christchurch to the Max

On a day when Keith Humble took his six hundredth wicket the Squids are left spread-eagled like the Danger Bird.

The exciting mock-up of the CD by the indolent printmaker turned out to have a prophetic symbolism. The image on the front shows a giant squid grappling with the skyline of a city...and so too the tallest squid grapples with a new city, Christchurch. Life imitates art in the cruelest way for the band. It was an obvious choice as, being the sister city of Adelaide, it will no doubt afford plenty of options for al fresco dining.

While not trying to create an award-nominated, expertly-intricate connections post it is worth noting that after Crafty's bitterly, howlingly, plaintively beautiful Slippin' Away (complete with trademark daring reharmonisation...the dominant providing a FAR more satisfying, though perhaps predictable, release than the dribble back from supertonic to tonic) at rehearsal on Monday night, that the redoubtable and recently deceased Max Merritt hails from Christchurch.