ELEGANT DREAMS

The question I get asked most often is: How do you write a song? The answer is that I have no idea. Furthermore, I’d go so far as to say that, if you entertain any ambitions of songwriting success, I’m the last person you should ask. My songs fit no...

IRONY

Back in the early 80s, not long after I’d walked away from the proverbial limelight, I wrote a song entitled ‘Don’t Go Forgetting Me’. The protagonist was an old dude who sat in the park with only a newspaper and memories to keep him warm. At...

LOVE LOST, LOVE FOUND

Where would songwriters be without love? Falling in and out of love, making up, breaking up, muses real and imagined — mostly the latter — the possibilities are endless. This week I’m showcasing one song about love lost and another about love found that I literally...

AT HOME ON A HILL

For me life has been a moving experience. Six different schools in four different countries before I reached my teens pretty much set the tone. However, if pressed I’d say that ‘home’ for our family was Howick, Auckland, New Zealand.This once sleepy...

GET UP AND DANCE

‘Dance like no one is watching.’ Easy to say but hard to do if, like me, you’re the kind that gives Dad Dancing a bad name. I blame years of confinement to an all boys boarding school for rendering me inept in any interaction with the fairer sex especially dancing. I...

MY LIFE IS JUST AN X FILE

I know you’ll find this hard to believe but sometimes I get grumpy. To be fair, I think that it’s impatience more than grouchiness. And often this impatience is directed at myself. I decide I’m boring. Uninspiring. Stuck in a rut. Consequently, to borrow an...

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

  The song I’m putting up this week has the capacity to offend those who don’t understand the words. However, I’m not going to rationalise my intent. I’ll simply post the lyrics for you to ponder. I sincerely hope you hear what I’m saying and that it resonates...

HUMAN NATURE

When I was eleven years old and living in Kuala Lumpur, the War of the Running Dogs was being fought in Malaya. Also euphemistically referred to as ‘The Emergency’ it was a war between Malayan Communist Party guerrillas hiding in the jungle and the...

PIGS CAN FLY

While I can’t remember the last time I ate a steak the inescapable truth is that I do eat meat. So what I’m about to say may have the faint whiff of hypocrisy about it. But please don’t let my fallibility detract from what I say about the good and necessary work that...

WORDS THAT MATTER

I’ve often wondered what kind of person would choose a career in the research and development of weapons of mass destruction. Did those who created the atom bomb have a ‘Doh!’ moment when they realised they’d unleashed hell on the world? Did they regret what they did...