First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba. I was greeted warmly at the tiny airport terminal by the clear Manitoban sun and a rusted white van, containing one Belinda Fitzpartick, co-owner of the Tundra Inn, a fellow Queenslander, and my new employer. Belinda couldn’t have made the welcome to my new home anymore fitting, with arms as … Continue reading First Impressions of Churchill, Manitoba.
Flying into Norway has probably has been the best part of my trip so far. Leaving behind the smog and drizzle of Heathrow Airport and descending into the sun soaked forestry of Oslo made me grin like an idiot. It’s shortlived. By the time I pass through customs, grab my bag and catch a scenic … Continue reading Oslo, Norway.
Everything in airports is repeated twice. Unless, of course, you’re the Koori family being paged by Virgin Airways for their flight to Dubai, with each repetition becoming more stern and strained. Duty free stores are lined side by side with highly priced café chains, people slouching in between the two, staring deep into their wallets hoping the cheap bottle of spirits will drown out their stomach’s moans. You pack your backpack. You check your boarding pass. You check your bags. All twice. Upon being hustled through the early morning security lines and shoved through to the unavailable waiting lounges, I signal my last goodbyes to my family who are manically waving from the top deck of Brisbane International Airport. I message them my final exhausted sentiments with the last two cents of phone credit; “thank you for everything”. I almost send it again.
Love songs have always felt strange to me. They can be spine tingling creepy when they want to be, and even moreso if it’s not the artist’s intention. I’ve never been too comfortable writing them because of it. I grew up a bit, discovered some soulful heart wrenchers, and wrote this about an assumed ‘great … Continue reading Abandon Me.
Thank You For The Venom
My Chemical Romance
It was the summer holidays that bridged the transition from primary school to high school. I was a jock, over achieving pre-teen who played an unhealthy amount of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2* matched only by an interest in music. 2004’s top 40 was encrusted by the synthetic slick of urban, hip hop and R’n’B; Usher’s Yeah, OutKast’s Hey Ya and Obie Trice’s Got Some Teeth soundtracking school discos across Australia causing some regrettable musical tastes with regards to peer pressure. Continue reading “Thank You For The Venom”
Big Lights – Dear New York.
From a very young age, I was quite taken with the idea of a better place. Somewhere filled with fantasy and wonder, where your dreams became an actual, tangible reality. We’re encouraged from our youth to follow that. Although, with age and maturity, we place these obstacles in front of us, each hurdle growing closer and closer to the heavens we’re trying to reach, our anxiety and anticipation growing along with the burden of your subconscious voice, heaving, “why bother?”. We turn to art forms for diversion, consolation and answers. The radio’s response sang to me, “New York”. I thought I was lucky to be from Brisbane. I seriously did. To hear each lovelorn vocalist declare their affection to this town, “New York City” sounding from their lips with a shimmering sparkle that could never be achieved with the same ring of ‘Brisbane’ or ‘Melbourne’. I can’t imagine The Veronicas exulting “Brisbane” in the same allure that Alicia Keys did for her hometown. Anybody keeping any sort of tab on me at the moment would know that upon graduating from my first Bachelors degree in June, I will be escaping Australia to take complete advantage of my youth, my British passport, and the world that won’t wait. Here are five songs about the Big Apple that are currently soundtracking my travel plans.
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Coming to the end of my Bachelor of Music degree at Queensland University of Technology, I’ve been thinking about what I could offer to the future students that are about to encounter their three-year stint. This should be applicable for anyone suffering studying a Creative Industries/Arts degree, even those that have graduated can look at this and exclaim “YEAH, I DID THAT!”.