The Release

I feel a little bit like my head is a swizzle stick and I’m being stirred around a lemonade full of ice. All winter cold, bubbly and crazy with sugar. The imminent release of “Where The Owl Was” draws closer. Crazy sugar. Somebody, Get me a brownie!...

The Goal I Ate For Breakfast

If you want to wash the dishes, but the thought of it sends you smushing your face deeper into the pillows of soft on the couch of hide, but you know it’s got to be done, to feed that divine hunger deep down in your soul to have a clean kitchen, with bubbly,...

The Great Big Cheese in the Sky

Since the first big talent/singing tv show hit my world, which for me was not Young Talent Time (for the kiddies playing at home, it existed even before I was born), or even really ‘Hey Hey, it’s Saturday’, it was more like Oz Idol, in 2003; peers,...

Blues Fest Ghosts of Easter Past

oh Blues Festival… I’ve been going to you since I was 15 years old… I remember your ferris wheel and your mud swept fields of Belongil. I remember waves of mud, when I was 16, whilst volunteers tried to tie everything down with bales of hay; and my...

Owl Eggs

We have begun. It was begun long ago, but, as far as the Owl, this project has begun. A dear new and wonderful friend of mine, Melissa Main, was double booked in two Melbourne venues last week, and I was delighted to be able to take one of the gigs off her hands while...