In viewing the John Lee Hooker guitar I was taken straight back to the many years of joy the Blues Brothers movie had brought me.
Together we embraced the galaxial view, climbed higher and higher. Reaffirmed choices, what got us there, advances and setbacks, every moment a soundtrack
As the night wore on, we took turns sharing our dreams of a world free from authority and limitations.
Ron S Peno, the compelling self-taught singer of Died Pretty, died on Friday night, 11 August, at his home in South Yarra, Melbourne.
An old song. A new poem. A timeless tale.
We'll be at the delightful Albury LibraryMuseum on Saturday evening 16 September as guests of the ever-welcoming Write Around the Murray festival.
Way Out West music club in Melbourne is still going strong, 20 years on.
Brushtail possums raiding rubbish bins in the Fitzroy Gardens looked up as we passed, singing into the dark at the top of our voices.
sixteen red roses—/the first time we say/three short words
I sent you a goodbye message in the chat you’d set up because, unlike the song, we never really did talk on the telephone.