Often what starts out being a story about someone else, becomes a story about yourself, or rather, you realise it was you all along. I wrote the vocal melody of this song on a piano at a writing residency at Hawkwood, Stroud then left it alone for months before returning to it when I was next in Australia. I’d been spending time with my dad who loves to drink red wine in the evenings and sit in his leather armchair reading crime thrillers, just like his mum before him (though her favoured tipple was brandy).

I can’t remember if his bookmark had a photo of northern lights on it or if there was one on the cover of National Geographic magazine sitting on the coffee table, or if I made that up entirely but can picture either of those as truth. Anyway, I remember thinking how I’d quite like to see the northern lights one day and then how Dad, by contrast, is so content with where he is, what he’s doing, with the bonsai plants he tends to daily, with the vegetables he’s growing, and with getting a decent crema on his coffee in the morning.

I realised how much wisdom and beauty there is in that way of life, how contentment is about attitude. There’s so much power in keeping life small – connection on a local level, keeping plants watered, family and friendships loved.

Fragile as Humans

New album - out May 3rd, 2024
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Fragile as Humans

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