although born and raised in a country called australia (and while i won’t deny having lived there most of my life) i maintain that i am not australian. a “g’day” may slip from my lips after a few glasses of wine… but i am no more australian than i am american. although, as it happens, i now live in this country called america. americans like to call australia “downunder”. but it is here, in america, that i have learnt to drink cold tea, say “y’all” and believe “the south will rise again”.
i am unlikely to visit my local flag store… but it’s not what you think. i am not some sort of subversive anti-nationalist… if such a thing exists. more like dwelling, or even floating between several planes. indeed, at times i feel as though my head is being gently drawn, by the limitlessness of all that is eternal and “above”. into hidden realms. a sort of upper, upper-stratosphere, perhaps. but it could just be that i haven’t slept right for several years.
i am happily married with a neat collection of small children. i love them very much. i also love music. especially writing, recording and mixing it. other people’s as well. i feel honored to own a mix room/recording studio in athens, georgia. i call this roomfiftythree. there is an atticus finch swinging seat on the porch of my home. but no boo radley in the cellar.
