As I write this, I waiting for a friend I have known for over twenty years to have a baby. My own child and the inspiration for this column is asleep next to me. My friends' older children are asleep in the spare room. I am still one of those people who are amazed, even though I have been through the process,... Continue Reading →
Poets of our generation
A few years ago, just after the Kid and I had attending the funeral of a friend, we started a new family tradition. He was the kind of guy who made the most out of life. We were sitting at a red light after the service and the song that they had played at the... Continue Reading →
A thousand star adventure
For me, travel has always been intrinsically linked to music. It certainly wasn't due to the state of the art music system in the car I holidayed in as a child. On the contrary, In the late 70's when my travel memories began neither the Kombi, the Moke or the Datsun 180B that mum owned... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 