One cold night in December 1969 I sat around a table in upstate New York with five friends. We listened to a live radio broadcast of the conscription lottery of 365 birthdates as they were randomly selected to choose who would go to Vietnam. If your number was less than 195 you were likely to be called up, higher and you could ‘get on with your life.’ My draft number was 323.
Photos by: Mu Young, Matt Krumins, Barrie Hocking, Chris Liddiard and Mike Roberts
Home concerts are taking off with benefits for both hosts and artists. Now that the new album is a reality for me, I’m looking at moving into this space as an alternative to the usual pubs, clubs and festivals that Indie musos use to promote their music. Home concerts can work in your lounge room, your backyard or your shearing shed! If you’re interested in HOSTING a donation-based CONCERT at your place, for your friends to hear some of my original music and the stories that inspired it, then we should talk! Got to be more fun than another night in front of the tellie! You can PM me on Facebook or email at email@example.com
I got the idea for this song on my album Travellin’ Shoes while walking up in our scrub with Rosie when she came upon the bones of our QH stallion, Trader’s Charm. She wanted to know when he died. The process of working it out reminded me of how it is we use landmark events to work out dates. When was Kennedy shot or the bomb dropped on Hiroshima? Continue reading →
Everybody needs a place to write songs, dont they? I’ve been lucky enough for the last 35 years to have been able to step out of our kitchen door and walk about eight paces to the threshold of the former Neales Flat Post Office, which serendipitously turns 100 years old, in this year of my first album launch.