Towering windows send fragmented light to kaleidoscope down to the street. During a sweltering summer these fragments burn molten leaving...

A sweep of wings draws whispers of air beneath the porcelain feathers, drawing cool air to dimpled skin. They gently sigh as they settle...

The sizzle swells and fades as cracked eggs empty onto a hot frying pan, sparking again as the eggs are dashed around, mixed to a...

A scratch has created a shallow canyon across the surface of my desk. It dips below the gloss veneer and smells of the ballpoint pens...

It began like a cool breeze, teasing at the edges of a summer day. Lightly tickling your arm and dusting past your legs to pull at the...

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...

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

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

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...

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

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

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%...

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

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