if I allow myself to be beaten over the head with the indelicate brass fitting...

So far the stages of recovery since the songwriting course have roughly been as follows: Stage One: Complete and utter gobsmackery. The total influx of excep...

I used to be Gollum and songwriting was my precious. The deformed hobbit body that carried my soul was a fiercely possessive shell that jealously coveted my ...

Procrastination: a passive aggressive resistance to self-discipline and the birth of some spectacular internal tantrums. Self-discipline is as unattractive a...

Writing songs used to be like having Vegemite toast for breakfast. I would put the bread in the toaster, let the toaster devour its ghost white skin turning ...

Let me start by saying this: the most important part to remember is that the blaringly obvious needs to be identified first. Blaring Obviousness, most common...

I never was a particularly good student. Daydreaming and a thoroughly doodled book were my most effective methods for not taking in the teachers’ ramblings. ...

For years I was stilted by this idea that everything I produce must be utterly perfect. I was loathe to release anything I wasn’t 100% satisfied with which i...

Towards the end of the songwriting course, knowing that my attention flitted like a finch between hedges, I knew I needed to take steps to go further down th...

Let me preface my first story with this: I was extremely fortunate to have dedicated, entertaining and impassioned music teachers in Primary School and High ...