A friend’s house. Whittington, Geelong. 1984
Songwriting has been a big part of my writing life, from my mid-teens onwards – writing songs for bands I was in, open mikes I performed at with friends, and, very occasionally, other bands or singers. Mainly, though, I wrote songs for their own sake – most were never performed in front of an audience.
I don’t play music in public these days (haven’t done so for ages) but still love and respect a good song …
I travel back in time … 35 years – jeez! … to find myself in the bedroom of a friend who lived in Whittington, Geelong. I’m playing guitar, and singing my heart out. My friend is holding a small microphone a couple of inches from my mouth. The mike is plugged into a two-channel cassette deck and he is monitoring the levels. We’re recording original songs, some entirely written by me, some written with his lyrics and my music. I often wondered at the time what his mother and father thought of the raw guitar/vocal sound emanating from his bedroom, often for hours on end, but they never said anything about it.
The songs poured out of me in the mid-eighties, probably one hundred or so, about half written by me and the rest written in collaboration with my friend.
Romantic Guy, with my words and music, was written around 1983 and recorded to cassette in 1984. I’m singing and playing acoustic guitar. I can’t recall the exact origins of the song, but feel the melancholy mood was connected to the end of my first “serious” relationship. I recall that a line in the song was inspired by the title of a very early Elton John-Bernie Taupin tune, Empty Sky. My song, a ballad, begins: I may be a romantic guy/And when I look into my empty sky/ I see you and I have to sigh/ You’re beautiful …
Recently, I transferred my existing early recordings from cassette onto CD. Unfortunately, most had been lost over the decades – cassettes become unplayable, of course, and I’ve moved house many times. Boxes of stuff so easily go astray.
Here, though, is Romantic Guy, not tampered with at all, as originally recorded in that Whittington bedroom.
Oh, I was so young then.