The rest of the country spent the afternoon watching a bunch of blokes kick a football around a field this afternoon. The only. balls I was watching were the ones on the ends of my bass strings. I'm learning to bow and those big, fat bass frequencies are the audiological equivalent of sticky date pudding
You can sit around waiting for inspiration to strike, or you can look a song straight in the eye and work on it. I quite enjoyed the word association exercise I did this week and it resulted in a song. In the end I didn't use a lot of the words on the list, but
Ballarat's public spaces are very well kept by the city gardeners. In Sturt Street this evening I spotted a new flower installation with letters. I pondered, is this shortened form of Ballarat? Then pondered some more and realised it is floral representation of the football. They even have the white posts behind the bed. I'm
It feels quintessentially Brunswick to be sitting in a bar on Sydney Road, listening to afternoon ultra-groove and surrounded by 1970s decor. Trams are running past the window with their familiar metallic swoosh, jostling with the peak hour traffic. Brunswick Green
I scored a cute little summer skirt at the opshop today with stingrays all over it. Thank you, previous owner, I am going to enjoy wearing the stingray skirt.
I joined an online songwriting club a few months ago. We have to write and record a song every week. Doesn't matter if it's good or not, you just have to write. Ten weeks later and I've written ten songs. Most of them are pretty good. Some of them need a bit more work. I'm
Time for a new book on the bedside table. What to choose from the hundreds on my shelves and in stacks around the house? Which world shall I pop into via the portal of the page?
I'm not at all consistent in writing a journal but I do it most days. The process is really quite helpful for tidying the mess in my head.
How delightful to be gifted a pineapple today. A fine specimen, I am looking forward to biting into a chunk of its juicy flesh. But first, I shall admire it for a few days, as one would have in 16th century Europe, where its rarity and otherworldliness turned it into a status symbol.
A coffee subscription is a marvellous thing. I don't have to think about whether I need beans because I get a delivery every couple of months from Mikro in Torquay. It brings me much joy to arrive home to find the blue box of goodness tucked behind the bass sculpture next to my front door.
