I’ve been Axe-throwing with some of the wilder members of my tribe.
I had the pleasure and honour of launching two great new books at the wonderful RIVERBEND BOOKS at Bulimba. 1.Stella the Unstoppable – by Richard Newsome …
I visited some terrific schools – Padua College, Mitchelton State School, Mt Gravatt SHS, Marist College Ashgrove and Taabinga State School (below) – and spoke to lots of great kids.
I went to Melbourne with my wife where we spent a wonderfully varied few days with our daughter and son-in-law going to Aami Park to see the footy (next time Broncos!), having a close encounter with giraffes, taking in the amazing Escher exhibition at the NGV and flying to the moon and back at Science Works.
I was thrilled to learn that The Things That Will Not Standwas selected as a 2019 CBCA NOTABLE BOOK alongside these outstanding Older Reader novels.
I had a fun time and caught up with some fabulous authors and illustrators at Somerset STORYFEST on the Gold coast. (Below with Felice Arena, Oliver Phommavanh, Bren MacDibble, Cath Crowley, Jane Caro, Kim Kane and Fiona Wood.)
I managed to find time to read and enjoy these books.
And I started an ambitious breeding program for dinosaurs.
Oh, AND I ALSO WROTE THIS AMAZING BLOG!
Of course, what I SHOULD have been doing all along is writing that serious YA novel for which I received a Queensland Writers Fellowship, and so that’s what I am going to do RIGHT NOW …
Are there certain songs, that when you hear them, they magically transport you back to another time and place?
If your immediate response to that question is – ‘What? How did you know that about me? Are you some kind of a mind-reader or possibly an habitual Peeping-Tom? – then READ ON!
(NB: If your immediate response to that question is – ‘Huh? No way! What sort of a clown would even say such a thing? Are you on drugs?” – then ok, maybe this post isn’t for you.)
Well the thing is, there are quite a few songs that do that to me. I like to call them TARDIS SONGS after the time machine/space craft thingy in Doctor Who.
Now Tardis Songs don’t have to be your favourite tunes. In fact, you might be heartily sick of them. But still, every time you hear one, they temporarily remove you from where you are and transport you somewhere else, where the hearing of that tune is permanently embedded in your memory.
Sometimes it’s to a very specific place or incident. Sometimes it’s to a more general ‘time’ or period in you life.
Anyway, here are FIVE OF MY TOP TARDIS SONGS in no particular order. (Although I just know that I’ll think of heaps more, and better ones, the second after I hit POST on this blog!)
Over bridge of sighs To rest my eyes in shades of green Under dreaming spires To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been
(What did you do there?) I got high (What did you feel there?) well, I cried (But why the tears there?) tell you why It’s all too beautiful, it’s all too beautiful It’s all too beautiful, it’s all too beautiful
Time travel destination: This song just drips of the 60s for me and that’s exactly where it takes me. Back to a time when I was on the verge of becoming a teenager and it was all about peace and love, hope and change, flowers and psychedelic colours, flares and long hair. (Except for those unfortunate sods like me who attended a strict ‘short back and sides’ Catholic boys school! See photo below.)
Whenever I hear this song I’m back there, when the world seemed to be heading for a bright future … and it was ‘all too beautiful’.
Photo: Sadly no fashionably-long 60s hair for me in this shot taken in front of our famous Monstera deliciosa. Or for the next 8 long (except in terms of hair of course) years as it turned out. Had to wait till the 70s for that.
Don’t know what I’m smiling about in that shot! One day I might work up the courage and strength to blog about this traumatic hair-deprived period in my life. (Is my bitterness still showing?)
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You’re waiting for someone to perform with And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do The movement you need is on your shoulder
Time travel destination: This song takes me right back to when I first heard it. It was a time when music wasn’t instantly available like it is these days, a time when the only way you could hear a song is if you actually bought the record or knew someone who had a copy of it or it was played on the radio.
It’s a Saturday morning, I’m probably 12 or 13 and I’m hanging around our old radiogram excitedly waiting for the DJ to keep his promise and play the Beatles’ new record for the first time on Brisbane radio. The Beatles were like Gods to me. Still are.
Then finally it starts and Paul’s beautiful, clear voice kicks in and for the next seven minutes or so, my mind is officially blown. (I had a similar ‘mind blown’ experience when I first heard Dylan’s Like a Rolling Stone come blasting out of those same speakers.)
Because the station was playing Hey Jude on high rotation every fifteen minutes or so, I hung around our radiogram all morning. Could not get enough of it.
I’m remain a Beatles’ tragic to this day. I still think that the world was a better, more exciting and more hopeful place when those four guys were together.
Photo: You can see the radiogram I’m talking about in this early photo of me with my mum Elsie (holding our vinyl copy of Oklahoma) and my two big sisters Cath and Helen. (Don’t know where big brother Rob got to.)
This is in the corner of the lounge room of our family home. That spot was later taken up by our very first TV and the radiogram was shuffled off to the dining room to the left. And that’s where it was the day Hey Jude first flowed from its speakers and implanted itself forever in my heart and brain.
And just to complete the Hey Jude circle, many years later in 2017 at Suncorp Stadium in Brisbane I finally achieved my dream of seeing at least one Beatle live and I got to sing along with Paul McCartney performing this …
LONG AS I CAN SEE THE LIGHT – Creedence Clearwater Rival
Guess I’ve got that old travelin’ bone ‘Cause this feeling won’t leave alone But I won’t, won’t Be losin’ my way Long as I can see the light.
Time travel destination: It’s the 70s now and I’m sitting opposite my cousin Steve who is also my best friend at the time and we’re downstairs in the rumpus room at his parents’ house playing our guitars and singing together.
Whenever we played guitars, either just by ourselves, or with family members as an audience, this Creedence song from their Cosmos Factory album, always gets an airing.
Photo: Sadly I don’t have any photos of Steve and me playing guitars when we were young but here’s a shot of us about to depart on a (very bizarre and eventful) road trip from Brisbane to Albury/Wodonga on the NSW/VIC border.
We would have gone further but that’s as far as we got before we ran short of money. Then when Steve started seriously considering hunting water-fowl with a sharpened stick for food, we figured it was probably time to quickly head home before we started recreating scenes from Lord of the Flies.
As you can see, after I left school I was finally able to grow my hair longer. I just wasn’t able to stop it! (Loved that Datsun 1000 with the column gear change with all my heart!)
(And just a little music-trivia about that trip. The car had no radio and all we had to play music on was a small portable cassette player which we balanced on the front seat. We only had two cassette tapes which we played constantly. One was a Blues tape the other was The Beatles White Album. The White Album was a double album but we only had the first cassette.
It was years later that I finally discovered that the famous Beatles White Album had a whole second half I wasn’t aware of!)
Thanks for the joy that you’ve given me I want you to know I believe in your song And rhythm and rhyme and harmony You’ve helped me along, makin’ me strong
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Time travel destination: I’m a student at the University of Queensland in the 70s. The watering hole of choice for me and my friends is the beautiful Regatta Hotel. And this is where this song transports me.
Usually we’re somewhere out on the street-level veranda, but sometimes we gather in the indoor lounge area where there’s a jukebox. I think it cost something like 40 cents to play a song. Being impoverished uni students, money is tight and must be invested wisely.
So what you want when it comes to choosing a tune from the jukebox, is not just a good song that everyone likes and can sing along to, but one that gives you value for money i.e. is reasonably long. At 4.15 minutes Drift Away covers both criteria and is a popular and regular choice.
See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon’s a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold
Time travel destination: This always takes me back to being a young father when my daughter Meg and son Joe were little in the late 80s and early 90s.
At night when they were tucked into bed this was one of the songs my wife and I often sang to them as a lullaby. Another favourite was Joe Cocker’s You Are So Beautiful. I doubt either of us ever quite matched Joe Cocker’s standards, but Meg and Joe never complained so that’s something at least.
Of course I sometime wonder if Meg and Joe just pretended to go to sleep in order to stop us singing …
But seriously, what are the chances of that?
Joe doing his famous tongue poking routine. Never not funny.
Got any Tardis tunes and destinations of your own you’d like to share with me?
Towards the end of every year I write down in my journal an extensive list of WRITING HOPES & DREAMSÂ for the following year on the misguided belief that writing stuff down helps it come true.
My Writing Hopes and Dreams range from things that I have a high expectation will happen, through things that would be fantastic if they happened, but are unlikely to happen, to things that only a delusional optimist with no appreciation or understanding of reality would ever really expect.
So for example, one of my Writing Hopes and Dreams could be to finish my current WIP and I might have high expectations of actually achieving this.
Another one of my WH&Ds might be something like getting an invitation to an overseas literary festival. This clearly falls in the highly unlikely category. Not quite totally impossible since it has happened before. Still, I’m not holding my breath.
Edinburgh Book Festival 2012
White Ravens Festival Munich 2010
Then if I have a new book out, a third bunch of WH&Ds might be for that book to be long-listed, short-listed and then go on to win every conceivable literary prize for which it might be even vaguely eligible any place on the planet. This of course is a perfect example of the ‘delusional’ category. (Having one of my books get a movie offer, is another excellent example of this.) (As is having Ryan Gosling play the lead role in my biopic.)
Anyway, in 2018 my Writing Hopes and Dreams list numbered 32 different items ranging from the ‘probable/possible’ to the ‘have you been sleeping with your head in the micro-wave again?’.
I ended up achieving 17 out of the 32Â and I was really happy with that.
Happy or insane? You decide.
Getting over the halfway mark is always a terrific result. It usually means that as well as the things I had high hopes of achieving, some of those ‘unlikely’ and ‘delusional’ dreams must have somehow also come to fruition.
In 2018, the ‘unlikely’ and ‘delusional’ included Rodney Loses It winning the CBCA Early Childhood Book of the Year as well as the Speech Pathology Australia Book of the Year in the 3-5 years category …
With Chrissie Krebs – co-CBCA winners!
With Chrissie at the Speech Pathology Awards
… Don’t Call Me Ishmael: The Musical becoming a brilliant, joyous reality …
… and being awarded a Queensland Writers Fellowship.
I’ve already written up my 2019 Writing Hopes and Dreams list. There are 48 items on it. Only about a dozen of them would I put into the ‘possible/probable’ category, and some of those, not very confidently.
That of course puts a lot of pressure on my unlikely dreams and delusions, but as they say, you may as well aim high. To infinity and beyond, right Buzzy?
And so thus endeth my first official blog of 2019!
Thanks so much to everyone who took the time last year to read any of my ramblings and rabbiting ons. Thanks too if you left a question or comment for me. It’s so lovely to get some feedback. Please let me know if there are any topics you’d like me to cover in future and I’ll try to oblige.
Happy 2019 everyone! I hope the new year is everything that you expect it to be and that many of your dreams and even some of your crazy, optimistic delusions end up coming true.
Cheers Michael
ps: And my favourite read for 2018? This beautiful, surprising and challenging novel by an extraordinary writer. I’ll be reading it again in 2019.
I’m very fortunate to get invited to visit quite a lot of schools and occasionally I’m given a small gift when I leave which is lovely, but considering that I’m already well paid for my time, it’s certainly not something I expect.
Towards the end of last year I decided to take photos of some of the gifts I’d received from schools in the past (mainly coffee cups) and over a period of a few weeks I shared one a day on Facebook.
I had a lot fun trying to be a bit creative with the shots, so here they are, for the very first time, all in the one place. (Sorry that in most cases, you probably won’t be able to make out the schools’ names.)