On Creative Process

Today I spend thirty minutes wandering the backyard with a microphone. I've attached three mic leads together to the recording interface in my shed and cables crisscross the lawn in streams, knotting and twirling through the grass we haven't mowed since summer. I'm meant to be putting the finishing touches on my new single. It's…Read more On Creative Process

On Touring New Zealand

I wake on an alpaca farm twenty minutes out of Dunedin. It’s a homestay on the far south of New Zealand’s south island, an odd return to an unexplored part of my family history. Outside, a thin old growth forest grows stunted, pushing up against gravity’s interminable pull. The trees here grow at slant, aiming…Read more On Touring New Zealand

On Mist

I wake to an early morning mist. It’s Melbourne winter, and the mist is within my bedroom, rising from my lungs and dissipating in a cloud across the room. A house that has stood for sixty years lives with its foibles, and these particular foibles are finger-width cracks around the window frames, plywood walls that…Read more On Mist

On Books I’ve Read (Dec 2018 – Jan 2019)

I've been on tour across Australia/New Zealand for the last six weeks. During this time I read a lot. Here's some thoughts. ... I consume ridiculous amounts of information. Life is a constant stream of stuff coming in: emails, social media, websites I frequent, books, music, conversations. Everything constantly streams in and I find myself,…Read more On Books I’ve Read (Dec 2018 – Jan 2019)

On Waking Up

The sun snakes its way through the zipper of the tent. I lie on a camping bed, some sort of daft hammock-type situation. Arms tucked down my sides, wedged to my sweating torso by the heft of my own body weight. Tendrils of dust float through the sunlight, buoyed back and forth by the slight…Read more On Waking Up