Started 2020 with a lot of plans.
Got a reality check.
Felt the year come out swinging and it packed a punch.
Watched on helplessly as the bushfires tore through our country.
More than a little overwhelmed by our feelings.
Educated ourselves on how to turn those feelings into empowering action with intent.
Saddened by the loss felt by many.
Grateful our loved ones were kept safe.
Got metaphorical whiplash as the world came to a screeching halt.
Shocked how quickly the music industry got demolished.
Felt a lot of things.
Faced challenges and created opportunities.
Deconstructed Mustud.
Mustud 2.0, the online version.
Watched with pride as students thrived in new learning environments.
Cried a lot.
Laughed a lot.
Talked a lot.
Walked a lot.
Created a lot.
Rested a lot.
Cooked a lot.
Coached a lot.
Got coached a lot.
Read a lot.
Wrote a lot.
Felt friendships grow.
Felt friendships drift.
Got vulnerable and honest.
Had deep conversations about e v e r y t h i n g.
Learnt who we really are in times of crisis.
Liked who we are in times of crisis.
Some days we thrived.
Other days we just survived.
Both scenarios were discussed over wine.
Or coffee.
Or wine and coffee.
Recognised people have a lot of emotions.
Got good at naming emotions.
Video calls made us laugh and cry.
At the same time.
Iconicized pyjamas.
Neologism tho.
Realised how much active wear we collectively own.
Astounded at the rate the sole of a running shoe can disappear.
Added to the moving house tally which peaked at five for the year.
Wondered if moving house a lot is a musician thing.
Decided it is an extreme sport.
Discovered home is not a place.
Learnt distance is a perception.
Attended online funerals.
Appreciated technology.
Gained a greater understanding of what’s really important.
Surprised by what isn’t really important.
Celebrated the gift of life and embraced living in the moment.
Moved out of HQ in six days.
During a stage four lockdown.
Decided we were gamers and if resilience were a game, we unlocked the bonus stage.
Realised four walls can hold a lot of moments and a lifetime of memories.
Got to hear what those moments and memories are for other people.
Realised Mustud isn’t its four walls.
Touched by the imprint Auburn Road left in little and big hearts across Melbourne.
Overwhelmed by the kindness and support of our music community.
Knew we already loved Mister Sandrino, for obvious reasons of the fermented grape variety.
Experienced their neighbourly kindness and thoughtfulness during our move-out duress and our hearts exploded.
Go drink wine at Mister Sandrino.
Consumed more than a few bottles of red in the nook of our favourite window before handing back the keys.
Kept the corks.
Sold Chestnut.
She has custodians now. We love them.
Life came full circle. Literally.
Proud that Mustud, the crew, the musicians and artists all rose to the challenges we didn’t see coming.
We evolved, expanded, adapted and are as passionate as ever.
The music and the studio live on.
Jump on board for the ride in 2021.
A picture we feel represents how the ride felt.