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I’m Just Going to Leave You With This

A couple of days after hearing that Chris Cornell died, I’d planned to pen a short piece on my thoughts but then I read the excellent It’s Not What You Think by Rich Larson, which totally resonated with me — a lot of it I wished that I’d written, and then coupled with Tom Morello’s moving poem, I decided that there was nothing further I needed to say online. Everyone that has dwelled on the news of his passing appears to have taken away something different from it: a rock era is dying (or has died), prescription medicine contributing to suicidal thoughts needs to be stopped, it was selfish of him to leave his family behind, Eddie Vedder is the last one left… to name a few, but whatever it may be, it’s not the point. Grief is grief, surfacing in different ways among us, and loss is loss, and through social media we have come together to feel this together. I don’t really know what to take away from Chris Cornell leaving us just yet. Only that I …

Reviewing Glen Hansard

It appears that the last music gig that I reviewed was in June last year — Against Me! — yikes, I had not realised it had been that long. (My one year old kid helps me to pass the time a little.) It’s funny, I remember when I did my first review, I was a bit on the terrified side — not to mention that I took hours and hours to get it right and get it out. (And a right version of that review would look totally different today, but that is writing, and that is life.) I managed to get my latest review done pretty quickly (even with aforementioned one year old keeping me up half the night) which was of the excellent Glen Hansard. He performed last Thursday night and I was excited because I’m a fan; I have a soft spot for him because of his connection to Eddie Vedder (whom I admire greatly). I have seen Glen about five times now and each time he has not disappointed. It’s tricky …

Published live review: Leconfield Winery’s A Day On The Green

My review of A Day On The Green was published on The Music’s website. Here’s an excerpt: Red lighting flooded the stage for the rock-funk number Flesh For Fantasy. The lights changed again for Save Me Now, illuminating Idol’s sweat-lined chest. “I need you to hear me now,” he sang, although it was hard to hear him when his chest was doing the talking. The Doors’ L.A. Woman was also on the setlist, the band giving us some love by substituting L.A with Adelaide. Billy’s shirt came off entirely for Rebel Yell, and the audience didn’t hold back either, tearing up their picnic spots with serious dance moves to reinvigorate their rock‘n’roll senses. You can read the rest of it here –

Published album review: Rucker’s Hill by Husky for The Dwarf

“I will try not to give up, but I will succeed” – sings lead vocalist and gifted songwriter Husky Gawenda during “For To Make A Lead Weight Float” – all the while a miniature battery-operated flamenco dancer is stomping her heels in time to this story-telling gem (or she may as well be). The song builds like the plot of an A-grade film, but ends abruptly, as though a hearty catch-up with a mate has sadly come to an end. Most of Rucker’s Hill will leave you feeling this way, which is part of its lingering charm. Above is an excerpt from the review I wrote of Husky’s latest album Rucker’s Hill which you can read over here.

Published live review: The Tea Party at Thebarton Theatre For

Ok, so I’m FINALLY exercising my writing muscles and have gotten a live review of THE TEA PARTY published: The introduction of Fire In The Head was met with sheer delight as Martin began take two of audience hypnosis. Red lighting beamed behind and above, and crossed over into the crowd. Lullaby saw Martin go into crooning mode. His voice has been compared to Jim Morrison but tonight he sounded more like himself – a far better compliment. The chorus of the melancholic Water’s On Fire hit the audience deeply and that was soon paired with Release, which the crowd started to sing along to, as if part of a mantra. As Martin called out – “I want you to be free from me” – it soothed us, right up until the moment he changed guitars. That meant only one thing: serious business. Sure enough, Jeff Martin rocked that shit out – fans stood up in respect to salute the guitar that took the reigns. You can read the rest of the review I wrote …