Although he was from Sydney he wasn’t from my part of town. He was wealthy, connected, lived in a suburb where people had tennis courts, and he wore fashionable corduroy, high-waisted flares.
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
I listened as Kirk opened up about his former bandmate and my namesake, Michael: a man who, much like me, was a shy kid yet, much unlike me, became a global rock star.
As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
After Stevo so kindly triggered my discharge from Riverside, I settled in happily with a foster family and went back to school. I told no one about my summer, but I played And She Was nonstop.
Roadtrip, folks. Pub gig. We're getting ready for a show at The Commercial Hotel, Terang, in south-west Victoria on Saturday night, 5 March.
Stella slips into half light/silently, beckoning/her twin fussing/on my chest, first, as always
If I wasn’t listening to the cassettes via my Walkman, then I was insisting we play them in the car. I didn’t know much about Elvis at this point. I hadn’t seen any of his iconic moves until a kid impersonated him during a segment of Red Faces on Hey Hey It’s Saturday. I figured if that kid could do it, then so could I.
Well, we got there, folks. Amidst a myriad of uncertainties, such are the times we live in, we performed at MEMO Music Hall, St Kilda, on Sunday afternoon. 9 January.
We're delighted to announce that, thanks to MEMO Music Hall's publicist, we are featured in The Age today, in a piece promoting our gig this Sunday afternoon, 9 January.