Blog: Patricia Never Leaves The House

After spending all day herding cattle from one end of Australia to the other, you'd likely be parched, dusty and whatever else and stumble into the respective town's sole pub/hotel establishment, grasping for some kind of cold beer. You'd walk in, the slightly overweight man behind the bar who's probably the owner, would nod your way as he continued polishing schooner glasses. This track would be playing in the background, kind of muffled though because it's coming from a black Casio cassette/radio boom box in the corner. Such a shame because it's a really good song. [...]