Category: Fragments of my life

Ritchie Blackmore just turned 76. It doesn’t feel right writing that. Heroes are larger than life. They’re not meant to grow old. Blackmore has always been my hero. Well at…

One of the great blessings of working from home is that I get the opportunity to correspond with a range of people whom I otherwise would not. Two of those…

“Salt of the earth” is one of those phrases that doesn’t get used much anymore. It conjures up images of hard work,true toughness, integrity, dignity, respect, loyalty and courage.The phrase…

I arrived in Ararat with 3 guitars, a broken bed, a sound system, a couple of thousand dollars worth of vinyl and a massive chip on my shoulder. I wasn’t…

I know success. Or so it would seem. Before I was thirty I was the Accountant at a small country branch of the Commonwealth Bank. By the time I’d reached…

The first time I heard Eddie Van Halen, I thought it was a joke. My best friend at the time played me Eruption. I couldn’t believe my ears. It didn’t…

I’ve been coming home to football for a while now. It’s been a long journey and there’s been more than a few stumbles along the way. I am almost there.…

When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally crippled, spiritually dead, morally bankrupt shell of a man in…

“There is always music,” a friend reminded me this week. No matter what. There Is Always Music Without it, life would be desolate, cold and so much more confronting than…

Hatred is such a cold lonely word. I know. I was consumed by it for close to ten years. For much of that time I wasn’t really aware of it.…