Catch 22 Déjà Vu. Poem by Martin H Samuel
Martin H Samuel recalls a moment of sliding doors, of opportunity, of a question, of an answer..
Martin H Samuel recalls a moment of sliding doors, of opportunity, of a question, of an answer..
In the middle of the noughties, the songwriter moved. The continent - Europe. He brought his sheet music, but abandoned his creative desires.
I'm eating a cheap and nasty pizza – a fitting feed for a failed novelist. I’m watching The Panel. About three slices in they introduce a New Zealander called Bic Runga. I’m enraptured.
Mary Gauthier entered my little world and reinforced the notion that songwriting is a great art form as worthy of any other. To me, she was, until then, an unknown master of songwriting.
Paul Kelly 2006 I asked Richard if it would be better if I resigned and he got someone else, someone who could orchestrate properly.
Mattski No through road on the Surf Coast, Victoria, January 2008 Mildura, inland, a dusty spring, 2008 I had hit my mid 20s and was on another no through road. Out of desperation I had picked up an acoustic guitar and tried to tea