This guy has been writing poetry and songs as a passion in life for decades, dragging around Australia an old family, ex-studio, loud, Victor Palings upright piano that weighs a  ton; a Martin dreadnought D28 acoustic guitar purchased as a teenager (the 12-string  version was eternally regretfully pawned to sustain existence), and a bag of harmonicas as his basic tools of the trade, unpretentiously documenting life’s sojourn with memorable folky, bluesy, rootsy song vignettes, snapshots, back porch ditties & jottings along the way…

In his early twenties, he left Sydney to give himself full time to creative pursuits moving to an old farmhouse outside a small South Australian coastal village. Six children, innumerable residences & many side-tracks & freeways later the journey continues. Some years ago his playing faced the challenge of the loss of his left thumb in an accident giving the grudgingly appreciated result of “an excuse for muddy chords”.

Found at different times over the years in the various guises of Cherry Picker, Uni Student, Gardener, Banker, Busker, Shearing Shed Rouseabout, Quarry Powder Monkey, sawmill Worker, Bakery Worker, Stone Crusher Attendant, Ship Loading Assistant, Assistant Goat breeder, Breeder, Pastor, Preacher, Evangelist, Commercial Assistant, Management Accountant, Pea Picker, Financial Controller, Owner/Builder, Tradesman Painter, Life Explorer & Savourer and Songwriter/Muso…