Baroness Blue Record CD

Going nowhere in particular, Lucas played around Perth in various garage band combinations, even playing in a jazz poetry ensemble a short while, and spent a great deal of time and effort writing short stories that would never be published and manuscripts for films that would never be made. He got his heart broken at the age of 20 in a spectacular case of naivete and misunderstanding, and fled to Europe shortly thereafter where he spent several months wandering aimlessly. Frequently approaching indigence but unwilling to return to Australia he eked his way around the continent, eating little, working short stints in restaurant kitchens, taking advantage of the kindness of strangers, failing hopelessly and repeatedly in all matters romantic.

London, dodgy bars and dingy nightclubs, occasional beatings on dark street corners, bad hair, bad skin. Lucas eventually ended up running a cinema in Camden Town. During his four years in England he played very little music, and became more and more disenchanted with the whole damn thing.

Following the call of a promising romance, and enchanted by the wild notion that he might be ready to write a novel, Lucas moved to Stockholm. The transition to a new country took its predictable toll. Engulfed by a foreign language, a small fish in a big new pond again, Lucas succumbed to self-pity. The novel was abandoned half-way through. New dingy bars and nightclubs were explored repeatedly. The once-promising romance hit unforeseen bad trouble and began a slow, inevitable self-implosion. Nobody's fault, or everybody's fault, or just one of those things. Ugly times.