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
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
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.
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
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.
It somehow feels luxurious to open a bottle of bubbles by yourself on a Friday night. No-one else home, nothing to celebrate, but the bubbles in the glass give the evening an air of lightness and seem a portent of a good weekend to come.
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
